Calculating in his mind, Moritz casually pushed open the door and then stepped inside.
The room was very dark, and the smell of blood was so strong it went straight up his nose.
Moritz took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, muffling his voice as he said, "Lord Kopet, I’m sorry to interrupt your entertainment, but I wanted to ask if you need any help?"
The words were very polite, but there was no response.
Moritz’s brow furrowed even tighter!
Could it be that last night’s fun was too intense? Still not awake now?
This kind of thing wasn’t unheard of, so Moritz took a few more steps forward.
Just then, he suddenly noticed that the ground beneath his feet was very slippery and sticky, as if stepping on a slug, extremely disgusting.
Gear God above, what on earth did these guys do? The mildly germophobic Moritz complained in his heart.
But at that moment, Moritz suddenly stepped on something soft, and unexpectedly, he fell to the ground with a thud.
By this time, his eyes had gradually adapted to the light in the room, so at the moment he fell, he suddenly discovered that right in front of him was a corpse with wide-open eyes, long dead.
Gear God above, Moritz certainly wouldn’t be scared by a mere corpse.
But the problem was that when he saw the appearance of the corpse, a chill surged from the depths of his heart, and all the hairs on his body stood up.
Because he recognized the identity of this dead body, it was one of Kopet’s thugs, normally extremely arrogant and brutal.
But now, this thug was dead with wide-open eyes, full of fear.
Moritz began to tremble all over, and then said in a shaky voice, "Lord Kopet, are you... are you there?"
Still no response.
The room was terrifyingly quiet.
Moritz didn’t care about his expensive suit anymore, he shakily got up from the ground, almost crawling to the switch by the door.
Click!
When the switch was activated, weak alchemical energy surged through the circuit, and the soft incandescent light flooded the entire room.
And the scene that appeared in front of Moritz made this self-proclaimed knowledgeable and invincible bear bar manager emit a scream of extreme terror.
The originally black sofa had been dyed deep red by blood, and the carpet on the ground had become viscous and muddy from absorbing too much blood.
The color of blood was everywhere, and under the glow of the incandescent light, the originally magnificent private room turned into a slaughterhouse.
Indeed!
Literally a slaughterhouse.
The ground and the sofa were littered with corpses lying haphazardly.
These corpses, without exception, had been pierced by countless bullets.
But strangely, evidence showed that at the time, these people didn’t die immediately, struggling for a while until all their blood drained out before dying in despair.
And in the bloodbath, like a small mountain, Kopet sat in the middle, surprisingly without any bullet holes, only his left arm seemed to have been forcibly torn off by some huge force.
But he was undeniably dead, for sitting on the sofa was just a headless corpse.
And on the coffee table in front of the sofa, his large head was neatly placed on top.
A hint of confusion lingered on Kopet’s face, as if he couldn’t believe he died so easily.
Beside his head was placed his mechanical arm.
It was evident that the person who arranged these things was very calm, even taking the time to align the position, striving for the arm and head to be parallel with each other.
But all this only filled Moritz with deep fear, cold sweat instantly soaking his clothes.
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