Anomalous Collector

　　 Li Fan was stared tightly by these dry eyes.

　　 Then I saw these heads yelling:

　　 "The devil, the devil in hell!"

　　 "This is really hell!? I fell into hell!?"

　　 "Is there really hell? My body, where is my body?"

　　 "God...no, Satan! Honorable messenger of hell, what is the situation now?"

　　 "No, this is a dream, this is just a nightmare!"

　　 "I should go to heaven, I should not go to hell!"

　　 The heads in the box screamed frantically. Although they all spoke different languages, Li Fan understood what they meant.

　　 The communication in the town and prison is more of a transmission of consciousness.

　　 took a deep breath, he ignored the heads in this suitcase, but opened all the suitcases.

　　 As expected.

　　 All the heads have woken up.

　　 More than one hundred heads, lying in large and small suitcases, except for those whose mouth and eyes were sewn, all opened their eyes at this time and possessed their own consciousness!

　　 This should be a characteristic of prison suppression, which can revive these heads that have maintained their mental power!

　　 Li Fan looked at everything in front of him and touched his chin.

interesting.

　　 These are all treasures...

　　 Those who can be headhunted by collectors are basically guys with high ranks or powerful combat power in the underground world of the Dark World.

　　 They know a lot of secrets.

　　 Although it is not available now, it sounds good to relieve boredom.

　　 is just a bit noisy.

　　 "Shhh..."

　　 Putting a finger in front of his lips with a scary clown smile, Li Fan made a silent motion.

　　 After the initial shock and madness, these heads have quickly accepted the reality. After all, they were ruthless characters before they were alive. At this time, they immediately obeyed the orders of the "devil" in front of them and closed their mouths one after another.

　　 Li Fan dragged the suitcases to the bookshelf, took them out of the suitcases one by one, and placed them on the bookshelf one by one.

　　 Fortunately, the bookshelves in this study are big enough. Although there are more than one hundred heads, they can still be opened.

　　 When all the heads were arranged, Li Fan sat behind the desk and looked at these heads, silently.

　　 Now he is completely unafraid.

　　 Psychological construction has been done.

　　 For him, the heads of dead people may be more terrifying. Now that these heads have gained consciousness again and have no other abilities at all, then he has gained complete initiative.

　　Here is his home court.

　　 was stared at by this chilling pale ghost in front of him for a moment, and finally there was a head with a mustache, and said:

　　 "This...sir, I am... Carlson of the Life Science Foundation, what is this place? Is it hell? You are evil... No, fallen angel?"

　　 Li Fan still didn't say a word, but continued to look at these heads blankly, without the slightest emotion in the huge inverted triangular eyes.

　　 Instead, a fat man next to Carlson said:

　　 "Carlson? Is that the magician of life Carlson? You are dead too!? I am Alexander Basl of the Shonshan Priory, and we have eaten together!"

　　 Carlson tried to turn his head, but found that he had no neck, so he could only turn his eyes to the side as best he could, and said:

　　 "Mr. Basle? Didn't you get killed by a collector? I also attended your funeral!"

　　 Basil quickly said:

　　 "Thank you, thank you, but unfortunately I can't shake hands with you now. I don't know if my wife Ellie is sad? Alas, my poor Ellie..."

　　 Carlson hesitated and said:

"This... please rest assured, I saw a handsome young man accompanying your wife at the funeral. It is said to be Ellie’s fitness trainer... Unfortunately, not long after attending your funeral, I was targeted by collectors. Just because of two metric tons of drugs! God, I promise, it’s just two metric tons! Of course, this is just an excuse for killing me. The real reason is the conflict of interest between the Life Science Foundation and the Cleansing Society."

　　 Basil's complexion turned pale green, and he was about to say something, when he heard another head next to him say:

　　 "Coincidentally, I was also killed by a collector. I am the organ hunter Eamon."

As soon as 　　's words fell, the other heads beside it immediately seemed to have discovered the new world, and began to yell:

　　 "I was killed by a collector too!"

　　 "I, Yamada Kazuya, died at the hands of a collector!"

　　 "The last scene I saw before I died was when the collector appeared in front of me."

　　 "Yes, I heard his footsteps at the time!"

　　 "Damn collector, can't wait to cut him a thousand times!"

　　 "What the **** is this place? Is this really hell?"

　　"..."

　　 When the heads talked to each other, they suddenly discovered that they had one thing in common, that they all died at the hands of collectors.

　　 Although some people didn't see the enemy at all before they died, many people around him inferred from the situation he described that they were the collectors.

　　 Seeing that the conversation between these heads is almost complete, and the emotions between each other have reached the climax, Li Fan said in a hoarse voice:

　　 "Yes, you have fallen into hell."

　　As soon as he said this, many heads immediately showed "it is true" eyes.

　　 was a little apprehensive, a little unbelievable, and a little relieved.

　　 "This is the ninth level of hell. The sinners killed by the same person will fall into the same prison, and you will gather here. As for me, I am the devil who guards you."

　　 Li Fan's voice is hoarse, his appearance is ghostly, and the scene he is in now makes everything seem like a dream.

　　 Even if these heads were big bosses before they were alive, they can't help but believe them at this time.

　　 Everything in front of me is exactly like **** in the legend.

　　 And this ghost is simply the demon generated by the uncanny valley effect to the greatest extent.

　　 There was another uproar among the heads, and some familiar heads even began to communicate quickly.

　　 Only this time, in just a few minutes, they have already done a good job of psychological construction, and have completely quieted down, even Li Fan is a little admired.

　　 They even nominated Alexander Basil of the Priory of Sion as a representative, and asked Li Fan:

　　 "Dear... Mr. Devil, can we leave hell? What conditions do we need? If we leave, will we be reincarnated, or can we enter heaven?"

　　 "Leave?" Li Fan raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Of course, but then you need to atone for your sins. As for the method of atonement... I haven't figured it out yet."

　　 Hearing the demon in front of them said they could leave, these heads immediately became excited, and something called hope was born in their eyes.

　　 said one after another:

　　 "I...I know that I have sinned terribly, but I want to redeem it!"

　　 "Please let me atone for my sins! Let me do whatever I want!"

　　 "I will surely atone for my sins and make meritorious deeds!"

　　 "Huh, atonement? I have no sin! What I do is truth! Isn't it hell? This is where I belong!"

　　 A discordant voice suddenly appeared, and the heads looked at him.

　　 Li Fan walked over with a blank face and found the head that was talking.

　　 That is the head of the black dragon club Yamamoto Matsu.

　　 I'm really out of mind.

　　 picked up the shriveled head and threw it into a suitcase, then covered it tightly, walked to the door, and threw it into the darkness outside.

　　 Li Fan then asked:

　　 "Is there any dissatisfaction?"

　　 A crowd of heads immediately moved their eyes to shook their heads.

　　 was thrown into a suitcase and confined in the dark hell, so that every day should not be called the ground is not working, and it is veritably buried alive. It is simply shuddering to think about that scene. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

　　 "Very good." Li Fan nodded, picked up a head with his eyes and mouth sealed, blew out the candles, walked out of the study, and closed the door.

　　 walked through the prison cells one after another in the town, and soon arrived near the cell of Bashou.

　　 Li Fan said in the ear of the head:

　　 "You stay here for a while and write down all the people inside. I will take you back in a few days. If I am satisfied, I can set your eyes and mouth free."

　　 said, he placed the head outside the cell of eight poems.

　　 Li Fan nodded in satisfaction.

　　 This should be called a human bug, and it can also be regarded as a waste utilization. We will further understand the situation of the eight poems.

　　 After making the arrangements in the prison in order, Li Fan opened a door and returned to reality.

　　 Looking at the empty bedroom, those big boxes are no longer there. Li Fan could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, lying on the bed and falling asleep.

　　 The next day I slept until noon and then got up. I had lunch and watched a movie. It was already two o'clock and I was about to take a nap, but I received a call from Wu Qian.

"Fan, I can’t take this vacation anymore today. This time the reality is too prominent. Your first-class merit application has been passed. The Zhao Bureau personally approved it. The General Bureau knows your name. Let me tell you. Come to the bureau quickly!"

"In addition, because of yesterday’s incident, the bureau leaders believed that all departments should conduct actual combat drills on anomaly investigations. They recruited young elites from all departments to set up a special investigation team for the night watchman, a temporary agency, to investigate the night watchman! His name has been reported."

　　 "Let me tell you, this is an opportunity to show your face, you have to perform well, and it will be the key parameter when it is promoted in the future."