He lowered his head, staring blankly.
It feels... not much pain.
Blood, turned into jelly, internal organs, turned into cotton, and his flesh and bones turned into rubber stuffing for dolls at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Vision blurred...
Lost consciousness...
He vaguely saw Yan Qingwen and Shen Mo running towards him, calling and shouting, but he couldn't hear... He could only see the mouths of his companions opening and closing.
The conical bayonet on his chest suddenly retracted.
And then stabbed again violently! a bit! Twice! Three times! ! !
Lu Ang's body was almost broken in two, and his five fingers finally loosened—Mary's head fell to the ground, and after two laps, Gululu's face turned upward, showing him a strange smile.
As if, laughing at his overreaching.
"Lu Ang!!!" Yan Qingwen yelled out of control!
The once burly and powerful body fell down in front of his eyes, weak and fragile, as if even a gust of wind could blow... All over the ground, sticky jelly, red cotton wool.
And the metal skeleton behind him has slowly stood up.
It had no head, staggered like a blind man, and was sluggish and clumsy, picking up its head from the ground and trying to put it back on its neck.
Shen Mo grabbed Yan Qingwen, "Let's go!"
Yan Qingwen stared blankly at the remains of the doll on the ground, motionless.
Shen Mo tugged hard twice, forcibly dragging Yan Qingwen away!
Talking and laughing not far away, Yu Yaqing also recovered and turned to run away, but the appearance of Lu Ang's tragic death was deeply imprinted in their minds...
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Bai Youwei witnessed the whole process from the top of the tower.
Her chest was suffocated, as if her mouth and nose were covered by an invisible hand, so uncomfortable that she couldn't breathe.
She slid down slowly, sat on the ground, and closed her eyes.
Lu Ang is dead.
So... they're still wrong.
Even if you cut off Mary's head, you still can't kill it.
What went wrong
After all, how to get through
Her heart is numb, and her brain is like a chaotic paste! Can't figure out what to think!
How can I get through? !
how? ! !
The sound of footsteps came suddenly, and she opened her eyes and looked towards the stairs.
Shen Fei walked up slowly.
"Why are you here?" Bai Youwei frowned, shouldn't Shen Fei stay downstairs
"I heard Brother Yan's voice..." Shen Fei looked at her and asked hesitantly, "Lu Ang, is he..."
Bai Youwei lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "See for yourself."
Shen Fei hesitated for a moment, walked to the guardrail, and looked in the direction of the merry-go-round.
Mary had put her head back.
Instead of going to the player for revenge, she first found her cat, then brought it back to the carousel, took out the needle and thread and continued to sew the cat bit by bit.
She really didn't need to hurry.
Because these players have nothing to do with her, there is nothing they can do but wait to die.
Ten minutes later, Mary and her cat fell asleep again.
At this time, it was less than two hours before the next time it got dark.
If you hurry up, in fact, two hours is not a short time. You can do a lot of things in two hours. The premise is that there is still hope and courage.
As for them now, Lu Ang's encounter was like a heavy punch, knocking them all stunned.
The only one who was not affected was probably Shen Mo.
He found the hiding place in an orderly manner, led people to settle in, asked Yu Yaqing and Tan Xiao to take care of Yan Qingwen, and then went to the clock tower to pick up Shen Fei and Bai Youwei.
"Are we all hiding together? Does it matter?" Shen Fei asked worriedly.
"No." Bai Youwei leaned against the wall and said lightly, "Mary is busy sewing dolls. I don't think she has time to find us tonight."
The crowd was silent.
Being able to breathe did not improve their mood.
Yu Yaqing asked in a low voice, "What should we do next?"