Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Thompson, you'd better come and take a look."

Chapter 28 The Sledgehammer and the Poor Leader Who Swims Dry

"Get in."

Rhodes was pushed and staggered. Behind him, the police officer slammed the iron door of the cell shut.

"You will spend the rest of your life in regret."

Parker glared at him fiercely through the iron gate: "You should be charged with first-degree murder, Rod Laner."

Chunmu Town has rarely seen such a tragic murder case in all these years, and the last one was decades ago. A small town has its advantages. Most of the neighbors here know each other, and there are very few outsiders, so there are not always some unbelievable cases like those in those "big cities".

did not expect…

During his tenure, he still encountered such a cruel child.

Yes, kid. In Parker's eyes, Rod Laner was just a kid. A crazy, cruel, extremely smart bastard who didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did and who had tried to evade the law until now.

"You killed her just because of a quarrel?"

"Don't you feel the slightest bit of guilt?"

Rhodes sat on the chair in the cell with his head down, his hands on his legs, and said nothing.

"Everyone around you will spit on you!"

Parker made two "Pooh" sounds and turned away.

They must absolutely crucify him and not allow this scourge to return to the town.

Murder.

"Tina..."

Rod Laner smiled bitterly.

There was a foul odor in the damp cell. I wonder who was the last person detained here. The boy bent down in pain and put his head in his palm...

Tina…

He didn't lie.

He didn't really kill Tina.

He just...just...

But at that time, I backed off.

That night, they lay together. In his dream, he heard Tina's shrill screams.

——She seemed to be pinned to the bed by an invisible hand, struggling with her limbs. Rod had never seen such a scene before, so he jumped out of bed in his shorts, opened the door, and woke up Glenn and Nancy downstairs with a shout.

They heard it, put on their shoes, and went upstairs - all in just a minute or two.

Tina is dead.

She was dragged off the bed to the floor, then moved up the wall and pressed against the ceiling.

A long and narrow scratch appeared out of nowhere on her abdomen, and blood gushed out from it.

It sprayed everywhere.

Including his face and body.

He was terrified.

Later…

Tina was thrown back onto the bed, with more and more wounds on her body.

He was so frightened that he dared not go forward.

When Nancy came up from the first floor, Tina had been cut into a ball of flesh and died in a lake of blood. Her upper body was under the bed and her lower body was on the bed.

"Tina...I..."

"I did not do it on purpose…"

“I’m so scared…”

Tears seeped out from between fingers and dripped onto the black tiles.

After a while, when the boy's sobbing became inaudible, the cell finally returned to silence.

Then, there was a soft snoring sound.

Rod was too tired.

What happened in the past two days was completely unbearable for him.

he…

Fell asleep.

"Rod..."

Who is calling me...

'Rod, Rod Laner...'

Who is calling me?

'Dear Rod Laner, would you like to listen to some rock music?'

In a daze, Rhodes seemed to hear someone whispering in his ear.

'Rod Laner.'

'Tighten it?'

'Rod Laner.'

'Breathe... take a deep breath...'

Open your eyes a crack.

Red and green striped sweater.

up…

A bloody face, with only two bulging eyeballs looking at him with a smile.

“Fuck——”

The sudden sense of horror made him sit up suddenly and push the person in front of him away. "Who is it?" and "How did it get in?" did not appear in his mind at all. He wanted to rush to the iron door of the cell to ask for help, but a rope made of an old quilt firmly hooked his neck.

It looks like it's been going on for a long time.

One end was tied to a thick water pipe above his head, and the cloth slowly shrank.

"Rod Lanre."

A weird and funny voice but with a hideous face.

He seemed to have been burned by flames and his face was unrecognizable; his left hand was intact, but his right hand was covered with an exaggerated pair of claws - five metal claws that were bent towards the palm and looked like fingers, and they were making a "clicking" sound as he played his movements.

"Rod Lanre."

Click click click.

The face under the brim of the hat approached with a grin: "Do you like rock music?"

The rope tightened.

"Tina is watching you."

Tighter and tighter.

Gradually, his feet were hanging in the air.

"Pitiful…"

Click click click.

"None of your friends come to see you."

The metal claws made a 'click-click' sound, rubbing against Rhode's throat, waist and abdomen. "Don't they trust you anymore?"

"After all, you killed Tina..."

Blood surged in his brain, and his eyeballs began to bulge outward. He had to hold the rope around his neck with both hands, and his cries for help turned into meaningless roars.

"What did you say?"

The man in red and green sweater made a playful gesture: he put his intact hand to his ear and leaned closer to Rhodes: "What did you say? Speak louder, kid."

Rhodes just stared at his legs desperately.

"What a shame. I thought you were asking for help."

"If you tell me, maybe I'll let you go..."

Click click click.

The funny shadow habitually flicked the sharp blade on his finger, and the sharp scissors sounded when the metal rubbed against each other. He walked around the cell: "Look at the place they let you stay in, it's dirty and smelly, and there are cockroaches. How do you endure this-"

When he turned around, Rhodes was already silent.

Click click click.

The hanging corpse swayed from side to side as the boy's legs twitched.

"Oh…"

"Poor Rod Lanre."

"May your soul rest in peace in hell."

thump.

A slight vibration.

Shadow turned back quickly.

There should be no third creature in this cell.

Click click click…

He bent down and saw a...

one…

What is that?

——A little person sitting cross-legged?

——There is a huge hammer lying upside down in front of him?

——She has a nice figure...

——She even yawned impatiently?

"Who are you, pretty?"

The five fingers twitched nervously, moving the sharp blade, leaving a muddy footprint with every step. "Look what I found? A new species?"

"My name is Kunna."

The little girl with straight hair parted in the middle had a nice nose and a pair of sharp eyes. She wore a sports vest and shorts that showed off her figure. She put her hands on the hammer handle and sucked her cheek impatiently: "Are you the monster that killed people in the dream? You can run into the real world?"

Looking at the leather boots getting closer and closer, she stood up lazily with heavy weight on her body.

Pick up the hammer.

"Hurry up, the night show is about to start."

"My beauty... do you want to have a physical separation?"

"Tsk, I really don't want to listen to the chatter of other creatures except Her Majesty the Queen."

A gust of wind blew in from the gap in the iron gate, and the palm-sized goblin disappeared on the spot.