Chapter 10 (2/2)

Daisy frowned and leaned against the balcony railing, watching the two of them.

”Are you sure you want to do this? This is stealing!”

Young Smith went red in the face and angrily sticks up his middle finger at her.

”Shut up, I know what I'm doing!”

He finished speaking, then carefully pried open the sliding window.

He stretched his hand into the window.

In a place he couldn't see, a very thin wire was stretched taut, just in front of his fingers.

Maybe only the difference of a millimeter, the teenager's fingers were about to run into the strand of thread— the following scene would be extremely unpleasant, dozens of a polymer material thread a.s.sembled together barely a quarter of the thickness of hair would be immediately stretched tightly around his body, he wouldn't even feel pain before being sliced into similar sized chunks of meat, he would proceed to wrapped up and sent into Rogers' collection box via the lever principle, the blood will go to the pre-installed liquid collection box and will be directly irrigated into a drainpipe. Everything will be clean, neat and perfect, in full compliance with Rogers's nickname, ”Spider.”

However, the boy's hand stopped in front of the thread.

”Hey, do you smell that?”

He knitted his brows and sniffed at his companion.

”What?”

”This scent is really a bit nauseating,” Mr. Smith squinted and bent down at his waist. Moving his face closer to the trim of the side window. He thought that he smelled the scent of blood... He didn't know what but he instinctively felt that something was wrong.

Then, he felt a layer of moist and slippery fur at the edge of the window.

The fur became sticky, and it felt a wonderfully heavy, despite the fact that it was actually light as a feather.

Mr. Smith groped around for his phone, his finger left a dark-colored bloodstain on the screen as it slid across the screen.

He proceeded to s.h.i.+ne the light of the phone to see what it was that he had touched. It was a cat skin.

There were no bones and no flesh on this cat skin, only a single green eyeball hanging out from its eye socket, spinning round and round in a circle and swinging onto the back of his hand.

”What the f.u.c.k is this—”

”Stone” looked at the thing in Smith's hand with a distorted face, nearly bursting out in swears.

He then saw a beam of blue light emitting from the stink that shot out from the cat skin. For a moment, he thought it might be a prank made by this cowardly and useless companion since fluorescent blue tentacles shot perfectly straight into the teenager's mouth, nose, and ears.

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