I slay demons and monsters in a bizarre city.

Chapter 2 The Chainsaw Massacre
The train sped by like the wind.

Li Changgeng sniffed and smelled a faint scent of seawater.

A scene from the game appeared in Li Changgeng's mind.

The ghost train bound for Black Sea City is neither on land nor in the air, but flies close to the sea surface.

"Stop pretending, you are the chainsaw killer, aren't you?"

Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, he couldn't save you!

The bearded man simply pulled out his gun, the dark muzzle pointed at Li Changgeng's forehead.

Carriage number 5 of the train was not full.

The passengers were shocked when they heard about the chainsaw killer.

They spontaneously left their seats and gathered near seat number 1.

The carriage instantly erupted into chaos.

Countless strange looks fell on Li Changgeng's face.

Two timid girls were so frightened that they rolled their eyes and fainted on the spot.

It is said that the chainsaw killer was even more cruel to girls, and would cut them up according to his special fetish.

The cut areas are then soaked in a special preservative solution in glass containers, and a photograph of the deceased is attached...

There are one hundred passengers in one carriage.

Li Changgeng's seat was number 97, and it was at the end of the train carriage.

“I’m not some chainsaw killer.” Li Changgeng noticed that the door connecting to carriage number 4 at the other end of the train had opened, and a burly, middle-aged man with a hooked nose strode over, carrying a shotgun.

"What's going on?" the hook-nosed man asked the bearded man with a sullen expression.

"Brother, he's the chainsaw killer. If we hand him over to the police, we can get a million-dollar reward..."

boom!
His head, covered in bushy beard, exploded like a watermelon.

Blood splattered on the luggage rack.

Brain matter, cerebrospinal fluid was everywhere...

The man with the hooked nose smirked and blew on the smoking gun barrel.

"Damn it! I'll kill you, you bastard who seduced my sister-in-law!"

boom!
The man with the hooked nose fired another shot into the air.

"robbery!"

"Men stand on the left, women stand on the right."

"Hurry up, all of you!"

Passengers in the carriage screamed and cried out in alarm.

In the blink of an eye, men, women, and children stood in a line on the left and right, trembling with fear.

These two guys aren't police officers at all.

A ruthless bandit.

In this critical moment.

Being so close to the desperados, Li Changgeng couldn't afford to act recklessly.

Will I be able to leave this train alive?
This was the first time Li Changgeng had encountered such a bizarre and strange situation.

Even now, I'm still a little dazed.

The man sitting next to Li Changgeng, with his back to him, was completely still, engrossed in reading a comic book.

On the table in front of him was an open bottle of red wine.

The wine glass was half-filled.

It seemed that everything happening before his eyes had nothing to do with him.

Despite the blood splattered on the table, there was still half a tooth shattered by a shotgun in the wine glass, as well as half of the bearded man's bloody ear.

"Can't you understand human language? Why are you standing in the middle?" The long gun barrel with the hooked nose was pointed at the voluptuous woman standing in the middle of the aisle.

The woman had long, flowing hair, a plump and rounded figure, and a firm, full bust.

She wore a thin, open-necked blouse and a black stockings mini-skirt. Her eyes were as big as walnuts, but her skin was as white as paper and completely bloodless.

"Brother, don't be mean to him."

The woman said coquettishly, "Men on the left, women on the right, of course I understand, but, but, I'm not a girl!"

The voice sounded soft and delicate.

It possesses a strange, magical power that can break a person's bones with a sickening fright.

It feels like your heart is being frantically scratched by a cat's claws...

"Aren't you a girl?"

The hook-nosed man's face showed greed. With a click, he pushed the bolt of the shotgun, and a bullet casing the size of a thumb slid out of the muzzle.

It made a crisp sound and fell at Li Changgeng's feet.

"Brother, I'm so scared! You're so mean! I'm so hungry! I'm really not a girl. If you don't believe me, I'll take off my clothes and show you!"

The long-haired woman spoke.

Unbutton the first button of the thin shirt.

A large expanse of tender white skin on her chest seemed about to burst forth.

In this robbery, a life-or-death situation, the atmosphere at the scene subtly shifted.

The man with the hooked nose was closest to the long-haired woman; his gaze was vacant, and his legs felt like lead.

He tossed the shotgun aside and, dragging his unresponsive legs, moved toward the woman.

The short skirt on the long-haired woman's tight, smooth waist seemed to have slipped down.

"Do you see clearly?"

"I'm not a girl, am I?"

The hook-nosed man drooled all over the floor, grinning foolishly, "Look, look closely, hehe..."

Apart from Li Changgeng, almost all the men in carriage number 5 were deeply attracted by the long-haired woman's voice and expression.

A man will never be honest unless he's hung on the wall.

In the blink of an eye.

The remaining women all had empty, lifeless eyes.

The vast majority of people wore smiles, but their eyes were lifeless, as if their souls had been stolen away.

There was dead silence in the carriage.

Creak...creak.

rustling...

A foul stench assaulted the nostrils.

goodong...

The long-haired woman had a deformed vertical crack in her navel.

Scarlet, rotting lips; jagged, black teeth; a tongue wriggling with maggots; pus oozing from the corners of the mouth.

The long-haired woman's mouth on her abdomen instantly grew to the size of a washbasin, and she swallowed the hook-nosed man whole.

"My God!" Li Changgeng exclaimed.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed such a terrifying and bizarre thing.

Having nightmares?!

Li Changgeng bit his arm hard.

A piercing pain struck; this was no dream.

What we see before us cannot be reality.

He was "transported" to the ghost train by the countdown numbers.

What is going on?

The long-haired woman stared at Li Changgeng with considerable surprise.

The foul-smelling mouth on its abdomen opened and closed, chewing, and spat out a half-head with a hooked nose.

"Hehe, human heads are indeed the hardest to eat."

But a hint of fear flashed in her eyes.

It seems that it was Li Changgeng who scared her!
"You, you're not human?" the long-haired woman asked warily.

This question stumped Li Changgeng.

Sister, please take a look at yourself.

Think again about what you just did.

Please, okay?!

Isn't this as obvious as lice on a bald head? You're not human!

Li Changgeng bent down to pick up the shotgun from the ground, held the butt of the gun, and forced out a breath of cold air to calm himself down.

He aimed at the monstrous woman's eyes, ready to pull the trigger.

The eyes are the weakest point of defense for most living organisms.

The probability of a fatal blow is the highest.

Li Changgeng swallowed hard, his throat tightening. "What exactly are you?"

Out of the corner of Li Changgeng's eye, he saw that the man behind him remained unmoved, picking up his wine glass and seemingly taking a sip of red wine.

The fact that he can move proves that this man is also special. Could he be an accomplice of the monster woman?
That would be a complete disaster!
If I can't live, will I die here forever?

Li Changgeng felt a tingling sensation in the soles of his feet; this plot had never appeared in any of the games he had designed before.

The ghost train in the game doesn't actually have a carriage number 5.

at this time.

The man who had been sitting still stood up and walked over.

“Li Changgeng, what you’re doing is pointless. That piece of junk won’t hurt a hair on her head.”

"I really don't know whether to call you Li Changgeng or Shangzhang. It seems you have no idea what's going on."

Have you heard of the Mythology Management Bureau?

The man wearing a white wolf head mask spoke through the mask in a muffled, low, and suppressed voice.

He gently inserted the cork into the bottle neck and carefully placed it in place.

He swaggered out, carrying a chilling chainsaw in one hand.

(End of this chapter)