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Somewhere in the hospital, there was a dim operating room with only a chandelier providing light.
A man stood with his back crossed, and his two dark hands were arranging the surgical instruments on the workbench. This person - maybe he is a human, because his whole body is wrapped in a tattered black cloth, and even his feet are hidden in the black cloth that mops the floor. His true appearance cannot be seen clearly, just because he is standing, It has a head, shoulders, and hands, and is probably a human being. And behind him, there is an operating table. Lying on the operating table was a fat, bald man with glasses. His limbs were firmly tied to the operating table, and his mouth was stuffed with a piece of rag, so he could only struggle in vain and make a "wow" sound. And his eyes were wide open, filled with fear.
The collision of scalpels and surgical scissors was very clear and eerie in this small space.
Ding! !
The man wrapped in black rags tapped the metal frame with a scalpel, making a crisp sound. He seemed ready for the surgery. The bald man with glasses who was tied to the operating table struggled harder and harder, causing even the operating table to shake a little. However, he was tied so tightly that no matter how hard he struggled, it seemed to be in vain.
In the widened eyes of the bald man with glasses, the man in black cloth slowly turned around and walked to the operating table carrying a tray containing surgical instruments. He placed the tray next to the bald man with glasses.
"Woo! Woo!"
The man in black cloth tilted his head, then stretched out his hand also wrapped in black cloth, and gently stroked the bald man with glasses, as if to comfort him.
The black cloth man then raised his finger and put it at the front.
The silent movements seemed to tell the bald man to stop making noise. But how can a bald man listen? This time, he pushed his big belly even harder and hit his head on the pillow. Two lines of tears surged out of the corners of his eyes, like a flood that had opened. Just as he was struggling and staring, a syringe appeared in front of him. The man in black cloth seemed to deliberately stimulate the bald man. He squeezed the air out of the syringe very gently and slowly. The medicine shot out of the needle hole and splashed on the bald man's spectacle lenses.
Then, the black cloth man put the syringe aside, picked up ordinary surgical scissors, and cut open the clothes on the bald man's abdomen, revealing his belly that was still erect even when he was lying down, as if he was five or six months pregnant. Then she gently stroked his snow-white belly.
At this time, the bald man with glasses was twitching all over his body. The result of excessive stress and fear is incontinence. As soon as his lower body got wet, a fishy smell spread in the operating room.
The black cloth man picked up the syringe again, touched the bald man's belly, and then slowly suspended the syringe over his belly. The sharp needle was aimed at the belly button. At this time, the bald man began to shake his head vigorously, shaking his head desperately, and cried "woo woo" and shook his head. But when it was a pity, the black cloth man raised another finger. Then, with a push of his hand, the cold and sharp needle plunged into the bald man's abdomen.
"Woo!!!"
The black cloth man exerted a little more force, and the liquid in the syring was slowly, little by little, injected into the bald man's wide-eyed eyes and into his big belly. When the injection of the potion was empty, the black cloth man pulled it out with force. Then he picked up a ball of cotton with tweezers, dipped it in alcohol and smeared it on the injection hole.
The man in black cloth casually threw back the syringe and forceps in his hand, then picked up a sharp scalpel and waved it in front of the bald man's eyes. Then the sharp blade was pressed against his chest, slowly. He slowly moved it to his big belly, then raised the blade, and with a "pop" force, the entire scalpel and his hand did not enter the bald man's abdomen.
"Ah!" He finally spat out the rag stuffed in his mouth, and he finally let out a painful cry mixed with boundless fear. Even the chandelier hanging overhead was shaken by the shock. However, his screams did not last long as he began to cough violently. Bits of blood were coughed out from his mouth, mixed with some minced meat or something. The man in black cloth didn't care about him. He just slowly pulled out his hand and scalpel from his abdomen, then threw away the scalpel, picked up a pair of surgical scissors, and pricked the wound with the scalpel just now. The hole started to be cut with a "click-click" sound, and the other hand twisted the cut leather up, and cut it all the way around.
He picked up the round piece of skin, weighed it, and waved it in front of the bald man's eyes like a treasure. The remaining blood dripped onto the bald man's lenses.
"Spare... spare... don't... ah... you kill me, kill me! Please... please... don't..."
The black cloth man ignored him. He placed the round piece of skin beside his pillow, and then continued to "busy" - he used scissors to cut randomly in his abdominal cavity, and then cut out his stomach, liver, and spleen. , gallbladder, large intestine, and small intestine were taken out one by one from the bald man's abdominal cavity. Every time he took out something, he would wave it in front of the bald man's eyes.
And what about the bald man? The only thing he could do seemed to be struggling in vain, watching his internal organs being taken out one by one by the black cloth man, and then thrown aside like garbage. At this moment, even if he wanted to die, it seemed to be a luxury wish.
"Kill me, kill me quickly! It's none of my business... It's none of my business! It's your dad and your teacher... It's them! They asked me to do that... Please, please …Kill me!”
The man in black cloth didn't care. In the end, he even pulled out the bald man's penis, pinched it and threw it aside.
Finally, the black cloth man actually made a look of surprise, spread his hands widely, and then jumped forward, his hands going deep into the bald man's already shriveled and empty abdomen. And when he stretched out his hand again, he was holding a very small baby covered in blood!
However, the baby didn't cry or fuss, because there were no facial features on its head. It just kicked its limbs and shook its bare head as if crying. Then, the black cloth man held the blood baby without facial features in front of the bald man.
"Ah! It's not me, it's not me... don't look for me, don't look for me!" The bald man screamed even louder, his voice was so miserable that it was indescribable.
The black cloth man picked up the blood baby and looked at it. He seemed not satisfied either. Then he carried the blood baby to a toilet - who knew there would be a toilet in an operating room! ? Then, he threw the blood baby into the toilet and pressed the flush switch.
"Ha! Hahaha! Rushed away... Rushed away..." The bald man suddenly laughed, "He really rushed away! Hahaha! That's how he rushed away... Haha, hahaha..."
The man in black cloth suddenly seemed to have been stimulated by something. He suddenly rushed to the operating table, grabbed a scalpel, and stabbed the bald man's chest with all his strength. He stabbed twice, three times, and he didn't know how many times. The cloth was soaked with blood, and the bald man's chest was pricked to pieces before he stopped.
The bald man who was laughing maniacally also died so early that he could no longer die.
At this moment, the door to the operating room was suddenly knocked open, and a slender figure rushed into the dark and narrow operating room.
The weak white light illuminated an extremely ugly cheek on the man's face - if Yin Kuang and others were here, they would definitely recognize that this person was Zhang Jie.
"You're disobedient again!" Zhang Jie rushed into the operating room and shouted at the man in black cloth, "How many times have I told you not to torture him 'anymore', why don't you listen!"
The man in black cloth was scolded by Zhang Jie and immediately blocked the dead bald man behind him, waving his bloody hands repeatedly.
"When will you really grow up!?" Zhang Jie rushed forward and slapped the man in black cloth hard.
The black cloth man was slapped, and his head drooped, looking infinitely aggrieved.
Zhang Jie looked at his appearance, and a trace of distress flashed in her eyes. She stretched out her hand to touch the face of the black cloth man through the black cloth man, and then hugged him into her arms, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you. Forgive me, sister." , okay?"
The black cloth man nodded vigorously.
"Be obedient and let 'those people' out. We can't let them come here. I will try my best to hold off Cha Ren and the others and snatch the 'key' away. I will definitely not let them hurt you. Be good, we are not Is it agreed? As long as Cha Ren lives, we will not harm innocent people."
The black cloth man nodded subconsciously, then broke away from Zhang Jie's arms, shook his head vigorously, pointed at the top, and then moved his hands continuously.
"Is this 'God's' will?"
The black cloth man nodded.
"But... But once they come here... No, I won't agree! Listen to my sister and let them out quickly."
The black cloth man shook his head vigorously.
"Don't you even listen to your sister?"
Shake your head!
"Then why don't you obey and let them out!"
Shake your head!
"You will die! Are you going to leave your sister alone?"
Shake your head!
The black cloth man only shook his head and nodded, but no matter what, he refused to agree to Zhang Jie's request to "let them out."
Finally, Zhang Jie pushed the black cloth man angrily, turned around, and rushed out of the operating room. He didn't know where he went.
The black cloth man stood blankly, then lowered his head, put the bald man's internal organs back into his stomach piece by piece, and sewed them up stitch by stitch with needle and thread...