The cold words spit out from his lips, and the feet of the man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks softened.
He yelled, but found that he didn't have the courage to run away at all!
If he runs away now, he will definitely kill him... A man who is full of unknowns about his future is the only one who is extremely certain of this.
He originally thought that this person would fall into collapse, and in the end he chose a house at random as if he was a living horse doctor, and while lamenting his own fate, he bet on a 1/20 probability. This is the most normal behavior, and it is what almost all players will do!
However, what he didn't expect was that that person actually abstained directly!
What does it mean to abstain directly? Not abstaining means that he still wants to bet on the 1/20 possibility, and it also means that he is still struggling in the whirlpool of pain about to die, and he refuses to give up the last spider thread for survival. But abstaining directly means... this person no longer wants to live!
Men know what people who want to live do. However, no one knows what people who give up their existence will do!
As the saying goes, the poor are afraid of being cruel, the stupid are afraid of being stunned, and the stunned are afraid of dying. But now this young man is a desperate lunatic!
For a desperate lunatic, what can't he do? He is not afraid of any rules, and he doesn't care about any possible obliteration. He is going to die anyway, so why not go crazy on the last day of his life!
And he, as the object of this person's hatred, naturally bears the brunt of it!
The man doesn't know what this person will do to him, or what kind of revenge he will take—if he had known this, he wouldn't have offended him. He really regretted why he didn't discover this person before this... He was simply a stubble!
The stubble approached him, and the man's eyes widened in horror, but the young man didn't attack him, but...
Pulled something out of the bag.
"Want to know what this is?" The young man squatted in front of him, holding a white stick between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand.
The long white stick flew from his fingertips, the man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks swallowed, his wide eyes were bloodshot. The young man grabbed his chin unceremoniously, and dragged his tone: "Hey—when someone asks you a question, remember to answer it—"
This "ah" was dragged on by him for a long time, and it almost had the ending sound of "na".
"Chopsticks." What followed was a firm and decisive voice, "This is a very common chopstick used for eating."
"Do you want to know what a chopstick can be used for?" The young man's voice suddenly became very patient, "It's not like a table knife, it has a sharp edge, and it doesn't look like a spoon, it can be used to dig tunnels... Shh, don't talk , our story begins here."
"In 1979, a vicious serial murderer was arrested in Alabama. That man was a criminal genius. During his more than ten years of committing crimes, he used various tools, ropes, hoes, and shovels to kill more than 30 women." He said in an almost persuasive tone, "This person was finally sentenced to 210 years in prison by the court. Given that he was still in prison and continued to have conflicts with the prisoners, considering that this person There is a great risk lurking in him. In the end, he was imprisoned in the mental hospital on the island."
"In the mental hospital, he was not allowed to see anyone. There was nothing in the room that he could use to commit suicide. The court made up his mind to keep him in prison for 210 years. Even knives and forks were not provided. Give it to him. The only tableware he is allowed to use is a pair of bamboo chopsticks."
There was a sudden great pressure on the man's cheek. Lin Huai put one finger of his left hand on his temple, and his thumb firmly pinched his chin. He was so caught off guard that Lin Huai forcefully pulled him sideways.
And another cold thing was inserted into his earhole at this moment!
The chopsticks were inserted shallowly into his earholes. The man was still talking unhurriedly: "This criminal who was ignorant since he was a child, the only thing worthy of praise is his genius in killing people. His last work is a murderer that no one thought of. way, and the one who was killed was himself—do you want to know how he committed suicide?"
"He pointed the bamboo chopsticks at his ear, and then—" Lin Huai leaned close to the man's ear, "Slap hard! Bang!"
At that moment, his left hand slapped the side of the bamboo chopsticks fiercely!
"Ahhh!!!"
The man was shaking like sifting chaff, and the yellow liquid flowed down his drenched crotch.
"...the chopsticks pierced through his eardrum and stuck into his brain." Lin Huai stood up and looked condescendingly at the man who collapsed on the ground.
The chopstick was thrown to the ground by him, making a "clang" sound.
"Look, this feeling of being powerless, at the mercy of others, and not knowing what will happen next moment—" the young man said softly, "it's called despair."
He bent down and smiled: "Do you want to die? Do you think death is no big deal? - I won't let you die now. If I were you, I would find a place to hide and hope that tomorrow will not I found out, but—at seven o'clock tomorrow night, you're going to that woman's house, aren't you?"
He patted the man's face lightly twice, took out a tissue to wipe his hands, and left without looking back.
Du Zhongshan witnessed the whole scene. He ignored the man collapsed on the ground, thought for a while, dragged Lu Jin up, and followed Lin Huai into the Dahonglou.
"Hey!" he called from behind, "does this really happen in prison?"
Lin Huai walked on the stairs without looking back: "I made it up."
Du Zhongshan: ...
"...Who would use chopsticks to seek death? Tsk, this is definitely the most terrifying and desperate way to commit suicide." Lin Huai said casually.
When he returned to the second floor, he saw a trace of transparent mucus on the ground, extending inward along the stairs to the...
A normal man's room.
"Speaking of which," Du Zhongshan said unintentionally, "Before you came back, the tree man climbed back along the stairs and entered the house."
There are strands of slime in the mucus, as if there are many tiny algae floating. Lin Huai, who was still terrified just now, "..." and consciously moved away from it.
"You really want to beat up 115 evil spirits?" Du Chongshan was still clamoring behind him, "Can you do it? What do you think?"
"Why are you paying so much attention to me?" Lin Huai finally lost his patience, "Are you free?"
"How should I put it, because you really have potential." Du Zhongshan scratched his head, "If you didn't die, I would like to invite you to join Chenxing..."
Lin Huai: "... Do you mean the organization that is full of traitors and you? Why should I join such an organization, because can I be reimbursed?"
"One thing to say, Chenxing is very good, and it is indeed the mercenary group with the most complete reimbursement system." Du Zhongshan gave a thumbs up.
Lin Huai: ...
Inexplicably, he felt that this Du Zhongshan seemed to want to let him work every day after recruiting him, cut him like a leek, and get more reimbursement in this way... So he just gave him a contemptuous look, and dragged Lu Jin entered the room.
As the saying goes, one man can't beat a hundred hands. It is really difficult to fight against a group of evil spirits. Lin Huai sat against the wall and thought about it all night.
In the middle of the night, a strange sound came from the ordinary man's room separated by a wall, as if something had burst from the middle. Lin Huai didn't care about this.
'Or, get out of town? '
An idea popped into his mind. He remembered that the muscular man was in the daughter country that escaped last night.
'… Fighting and fleeing is not my style. ’ He sighed inwardly, propping his forehead with one hand, ‘So…’
'When is Gundam coming? '
After thinking about it most of the night, he finally decided to take a nap before the sun rose. However, as soon as he left the wall he was leaning on, he felt a little dizzy as soon as he got up.
Lin Huai: "?"
He always felt that he had slipped, which was really abnormal.
Another question suddenly appeared in his mind.
'Since you can tell who is a human and who is a ghost just by ringing the wind chime, what's the use of setting the number? '
'And why, set the identification time on the sixth day, but set the time to enter the room on the seventh day? '
Meanwhile, on the island.
"Huha... Huha... Huha..."
The muscular man was panting, his black tactical vest was completely wet with sweat.
Seeing that the entrance of the stone cave was completely covered by himself, he was finally relieved.
He surveyed the interior of the cave. The inside of the cave is a dead end, there are no beasts, not even plants, the only thing there is something like a thick black tree root climbing on the stone wall. The tree roots seemed to extend from the top of the mountain, embedded in the stone wall, looking peaceful and harmless.
Different from the thrilling escape process, the muscular man's day on the island can be called tranquility.
There are no wild beasts to hunt down, and no evil spirits everywhere... Leaning against the stone wall, the muscular man pulled out a water bag containing stream water from behind.
There was only a shallow layer of water left in the water bladder, and he had gulped down the few jugs he had fetched from the island stream earlier in the day. He drank the last layer of water, leaned against the stone wall, and fell asleep.
The night is very quiet, and the tree roots in the crevices of the rocks are also very quiet.
"Hoo... hoo... hoo..."
The muscular man in the dream unconsciously scratched his chest.
"Itchy..."
He scratched it a few times, always feeling that there was something strange about the skin on that part. Then, he turned over and fell asleep again.
"Swish... swish..."
After he fell asleep, the originally static black tree roots finally started to move again.
Different from the clumsy and silent muscular man when he was awake, at this moment, it dexterously followed the cracks in the stone, all the way down, until it reached the opponent's side.
And gently, touched him.