The dog-leg scimitar was adopted from Smith. Although Scott has never received professional military training, to put it bluntly, he has never killed a chicken before. But holding the scimitar in his hand, Scott felt that his whole body was full of power.
Even if there were corpses dangling in front of him, Scott felt fearless.
He roared, raised his machete and charged towards the man in black. The man in black also raised his hammer and came forward silently.
The man in black swung the hammer first, but Scott dodged sideways and slashed the man in black in the stomach with his knife. The extremely sharp blade easily made a long wound on the abdomen of the man in black, and blood and internal organs immediately slipped out.
If an ordinary person was stabbed like this, it is no exaggeration to say that if he did not enter the emergency room for five minutes, he would definitely see a young lady in black clothes or a black and white man with a long tongue sticking out.
But Scott remembered clearly that this man in black was no ordinary person, he was a pervert who could still stand up even after his head was blown to pieces. So after the knife hit, he didn't hesitate, turned around and slashed at the back of the man in black.
With a muffled sound, the machete slashed diagonally across the man in black's back from top to bottom, almost removing one of the man's arms.
This time, Scott couldn't dodge, and the blood spurted out directly hit him in the face.
The man in black today looks worse than yesterday. He was stabbed twice and still couldn't turn around. Not to mention fighting back, Scott saw him staggering and suddenly half-kneeling on the ground, throwing aside the hammer in his hand.
Although he didn't know what was wrong with the man in black, but the opportunity was too late to come back, Scott wiped it on his face casually, stared ferociously, and mercilessly brandished his knife at the black man who was half-kneeling in front of him. The man in clothes cut off his neck.
Beheading is not as easy as everyone imagines, otherwise all the executioners in ancient times would have been big and round, because a thin man might not be able to cut a person's neck bone with a knife.
Skoff was definitely not a strong man, and in his hand was just a sharp scimitar, not a decapitation knife. Therefore, Scott's knife only penetrated half of it.
Scarlet blood spurted out from his neck. Scott pulled out the knife with force, but was shocked to find that the scimitar was stuck.
In the rain of blood flying all over the sky, the entire carriage was splashed red, and even Scott himself turned into a bloody man. The pungent smell and horrific scenes made Scott's eyes red.
Anyone with experience knows that when people are in extreme emotions, whether they are extremely sad or happy, or extremely angry or extremely painful, they will lose the ability to think and will only act according to instinct.
For example, Scott is now in this state. The handle of the knife is soaked in blood and is slippery, making it impossible to hold it. However, he still only pulls out the knife with all his strength and does not even think about letting go to get other weapons.
Scott didn't notice that the corpses hanging in the carriage were all staring at Scott with dead fish eyes that showed no emotion at all. The blood splashing on the blue-white corpse was like water falling on the sea, all absorbed by the corpse.
"Kill him, kill him quickly, kill him quickly"
Waves of weird whispers loomed in Scott's ears.
Scoop stared, and as he watched he pulled out the knife, he simply started going back and forth, trying to use the knife to saw off the head of the man in black.
As the blade moved back and forth, more blood spurted out, and its blood volume was obviously beyond the range of a normal person. However, Scott had obviously entered a state of unconsciousness and did not notice this problem at all.
"The heart, the heart is the key. Open his belly and split his chest."
The whispers grew faster and louder.
The speed of Scott's hands became faster and faster, and the expression on his face was only a stiff smile.
The wheels rolled, the carriage swayed from side to side, and Scott's head swayed from side to side with the same frequency as the corpses.
"La la la ten children went swimming, one went into the water and nine or nine children came back to hunt, one went into the forest and came back eight or eight children went to chop down trees, one came back with an ax and seven la la la la"
Weird nursery rhymes hummed softly from Scott's mouth, and translucent figures appeared around him. Those figures stretched out their pale arms and slowly put them on Scott's shoulders.
There was a muffled sound, and the man in black's head fell to the ground.
"In the end, the children went to play, and ten people came home in the middle of the night. Haha, it was a success, it was a success."
Scott smiled stiffly, raised the machete high, pushed the headless body of the man in black to the ground, and then aimed it at his chest and stabbed it hard.
"Oh my god, Scoop, what are you doing?"
A familiar female voice suddenly sounded in my ears.
Scott's whole body trembled, and he slowly looked up, only to see his girlfriend Maya looking at him with a horrified expression.
"Maya"
Scoop, covered in blood, laughed in surprise and was about to stand up and walk towards Maya. Maya backed away in horror, waving her hands wildly: "Don't come over, do you know what you were just doing?"
"He" Scott pointed to the corpse on the ground and said with a disdainful smile, "My dear, this is the guy who killed people on the subway. But don't worry, I have killed him and we are safe now."
"He kills people." Maya looked unbelievable. "He has been sitting opposite. You suddenly stood up, pulled out a knife and stabbed him. Have you forgotten?"
Maya's words were like a bolt of lightning, instantly hitting the top of Scott's head. His whole body was shaking slightly, and he looked around slightly panicked.
The rusty carriages and the hanging corpses all disappeared.
He was in an ordinary subway car, illuminated by bright lights, holding an ordinary fruit knife in his hand, and lying at his feet was a completely unfamiliar corpse.
"No, this is impossible. You were kidnapped by them. I came here with the two elder brothers."
"What are you talking about, Scott, there are only two of us tonight, haven't I always been by your side? To celebrate your personal photography exhibition, it was finally successfully held."
Scott squatted on the ground in pain, covering his head, and strange memories suddenly appeared in his mind.
In the subway station, the female student escaped from the entanglement of the three drunken boys and escaped into the train. As a result, she did not take the bloody and dark photos she wanted. In anger, he walked out of the car, raised his camera and hit the girl on the head.
In the car, he looked at the three men in the opposite car through the car glass. One of the men in uniform wanted to rush over and lock the car door, but unfortunately he was a step too late and opened the door himself and walked in.
With blood splattering, everyone fell into their own hands
Scott stared blankly at his hands: "Did I kill everyone?"
Maya carefully came over and whispered: "My dear, you may be too tired from photography. Let's go to the hospital. Trust me, the doctor will definitely cure you."
As she said that, she reached out to grab the fruit knife that Scott threw on the ground.
But just when Maya's fingers were about to touch the knife, Scott suddenly grabbed her hand, then picked up the knife, raised his head with a ferocious smile: "I'm sorry, dear, but I want to be the best in the world." Famous photographer, so"
In Maya's horrified eyes, Scott stabbed her with a knife.
"Papa pa pa"
The conductor standing in the darkness clapped his hands gently and said with a smile: "The first one is done."
Behind him stood the man in black, seemingly unharmed.