Chapter 2222 (2/2)

Although the noise of firecrackers in the city is gradually fading, the residents here are not affected much.

In a cell deep underground, a skinny man was pounding his head against the wall.

”Dong, Dong, Dong...”

he didn't hit hard, but he was very regular, just like counting the passage of time.

Outside the iron gate, there was a light in the corridor, which was valuable in the dark. However, all kinds of crying and howling in the corridor still made the fellow countryman obviously insane.

All of a sudden, he stopped, his head still a few millimeters away from the wall, his eyes wide open.

It was as if he had heard something, or suddenly came to his senses, and made a quick crawl from the ground, trying to get out of the door.

It's a pity that his mouth and his hands were all covered with cold and dry blood.

He knelt down and scratched his chest with both hands. The chest of the patient's suit was torn to pieces by him. He vaguely saw some living things moving in his chest, and even pushed his bones to deformation.

All the way up, the meat bag appeared in the mouth. It was a sarcoma, a very large sarcoma. It was obviously alive and wanted to come out of the patient's mouth.

In the next second, the patient was like a boa constrictor. His jaw was stretched to an extremely exaggerated degree, which made the sarcoma bigger than basketball erupt into the mouth.

After the patient vomited it, he felt as if he was relieved, and he collapsed feebly in the corner of the cell.

Nevertheless, he seemed to know what it was, and the whole man trembled violently, shrinking as close to the wall as possible.

”No, don't...”

he said.

But the blood stained sarcoma is not obedient, it is like a small ball, jumping on the ground, spinning rapidly, throwing blood everywhere.

Ten seconds later, it suddenly stopped, and gradually melted into a pile of red mud, a strange figure slowly stood up from the mud, as if from the floor under the same.

There is a film on the body of the strange man. He is tearing the film from the inside and pushing it with his face. He looks like a man with silk stockings on his head. His facial features are funny, but it seems gloomy and terrifying when it happens here.

With a little bang, he got out of the trap and immediately danced a barefoot tap dance.

”Dada, dada, dada!”

He spins, jumps, closes his eyes, and at the end of the ditty on his mouth, he adds a curtain call with great care.

Then, his eyes fell on the patient in the corner: ”Oh, this is not that... Who is that! Is my meat delicious? I know, my flesh... Makes you smile every day, forget your sorrow, hee hee! ”

Obviously, he forgot their names, but it didn't matter. He moved his neck, raised his hand to brush a still wet and sticky green hair. He did not know where to find a simple spoon.

”Now it's time for you to pay the bill. Chenghui is dead. I want your clothes, too.” The figure walked to the patient in the corner with a tango like step. It was like a mad dog, and stabbed the patient's chest and abdomen with a spoon. The blood gushed out: ”Shh, Shh, don't move. Soon you will feel relaxed. I just sleep too long and want to warm up. Ha ha ha...”

after a few minutes, the mysterious man put on his medical uniform and threw the corpse To one side.

Then, he picked up a dull spoon, poked his two sides of the mouth, dipped his palm in the blood on the ground, and drew a big smile for himself.

He moved his shoulders, lifted his trousers, sauntered to the door and whistled outside.

The shrill whistle echoed in the corridor. The patients who had been screaming outside suddenly became quiet. Soon, a guard opened the door and released the guy who had just killed a person.

Not only did he not express any opinion on the killing, but the guard put a big smile on his face and nodded and asked:

”Mr. J, did you sleep well?”

The clown looked at the fool speechlessly, stabbed a spoonful of his backhand through his jaw, ignoring the other party's struggle like a fish, and stirred his brain into a mess:

”knowingly, I hate you who have brains but don't use them. If I don't sleep well, can I be happy to kill people?”