Chapter 267:

...They know each other.
"Is it all done?"
"It's all done."
Li Huai was shocked by the mediocrity of the exchange. All done? What does that mean: all done? When the train crashed into a particularly noisy section, he missed the next few words.
Li Huai couldn't help but stop watching. He carefully let go of his position and looked down at the shoulder of the car. All he could see was the butcher's legs and the bottom of the cabin door. it. He wanted to see the monster's face again.
Laugh now.
Li Huai calculated the risk of his situation: the math of panic. If he stays in place, the butcher will look down at him sooner or later, he will be meat. On the other hand, if he wants to leave his hiding place, he will be in danger of being seen and chased by others. Worse still: stagnant, stuck in a hole. Or do you take a break and confront his manufacturer in the car?
Li Bai was surprised to find himself: He can move.
He crawled out from under the seat infinitely slowly, looking at the butcher's back while looking at him. After coming out, he began to crawl towards the door. Every step he took was torture, but the butcher seemed to be too absorbed in the conversation.
Li Huai has arrived at the door. He started to stand up and kept trying to prepare for his meeting in the second car. The handle was grasped; then he pushed the door open.
The sound of the railroad tracks was getting louder and louder, and the damp air gave him a smell. Of course, the butcher must hear or smell? Of course, he must turn around-but not. Li Huai passed through the gap he opened and flowed to the room outside.
The relief made him careless. He failed to lock the door correctly behind him, and as the train swayed, the door began to slide open.
Mahogany moved his head out of the cabin and stared down at the door.
"What the is that?" the driver said.
"The door was not closed. That's it."
When Li Huai heard the butcher walking towards the door, he shrank a shock ball and leaned against the intersecting wall, suddenly realizing how full his intestines were. The door opened from the other side, and the footsteps retreated again.
Safe, at least breathe again.
Li Huai opened his eyes and prepared for the killing stall in front.
Did not evade it.
It was filled with every sense of his: the smell of the open internal organs, the sight of the body, the sensation of liquid on the floor under the fingers, the creak of the belt under the weight of the corpse, even in the air, The salty taste is full of blood. He definitely died in that little hole, through the darkness.
But now there is no nausea. All that is left is an accidental disgust. He even found himself staring at the corpse curiously.
The body closest to him was the remains of the young man he had seen in the first car. The corpse was turned upside down, swaying back and forth, in keeping with the rhythm of the train, in keeping with the three guys. Obscene dance
Its arms dangling loosely from the shoulder joints to a depth of one to two inches, so their bodies hang more neatly.
Every part of the dead child's anatomy was swaying hypnotically. The tongue hangs from the open mouth. The head is loose on the neck in the gap. Even a young man's will swing from side to side on his groin. The head wound and the open jugular vein still pour blood into the black barrel. There is elegance in the whole vision: a sign of a good job.
In addition to the corpse, there were the hanged bodies of two young white women and a dark-skinned man. Li Huai turned his head and looked at their faces. They are very blank. One of the girls is a beauty. He believes that the man is Puerto Rican. Everyone had their head and body hair cut off. In fact, the air still has a pungent smell. Li Huai slid down the wall from the squatting position. In doing so, one of the women turned around, revealing her back.
He was not prepared for this last horror.
The flesh on her back was completely split from the neck to the buttocks, and the muscles were stripped to reveal the gleaming vertebrae. This is the final victory of the butcher craft. Here they hang these shaved, bloody, slit human plates, which are open like fish and can be swallowed.
Li Badi almost smiled perfectly at horror. He felt insane and scratched the bottom of his skull, making him sneer, promising to be blank for the world.
He began to tremble uncontrollably. He felt his vocal cords trying to form a scream. This is unbearable: but the screaming becomes hoarse like the creature in front of him in a short time.
"Fuck," he said loudly, then pushed himself away from the wall and started to get out of the car among the swaying corpses, observing the neat clothes and property owners sitting in the seats next to them. Dry bile stuck to the floor under his feet. Even when he opened his eyes, he couldn't see the blood in the bucket: it was thick and headache, with gravel spots in it.
He is now past his youth, and he can see the door of the third car ahead. All he has to do is to stop this brutality. He urged himself to move on, trying to ignore these horrors, and concentrate on the door to restore his sanity.
He passed the first woman. He said to himself, a few more yards, at most ten steps, and if he walks confidently, he will take fewer steps.
Then the lights went out.
"Jesus Christ," he said.
The train fell and Li Bai lost his balance.
In the darkness, he stretched out his hand to support himself, while his waving arms surrounded him. Before he could stop him, he felt his hands sink into the warm and moist flesh, fingers grasping the open edges of the muscles on the back of the dead corpse, and his fingertips touched the spine of the corpse. His cheek was pressed against the bald flesh.
He screamed; even when he screamed, the lights flickered back.
When they flickered and his screams disappeared, he heard the butcher's footsteps, his footsteps walking along the length of Car One towards the middle door.
He let go of his embracing body. His legs were covered with blood. He can feel it on his cheeks, like military paint.
The scream interrupted Li Badi's head, and he suddenly felt a power released. He knew that there would be no hunting on the train: there would be no cowardice now. This will be a primitive confrontation between two humans face to face. And there will be no tricks-no-he can't consider using it to destroy the enemy. This is a question of survival, pure and simple.
The doorknob rattled.
Li Huai looked around, looking for a weapon, his eyes steady and calculating. His eyes fell on the pile of clothes beside the Puerto Rican's body. There was a knife lying between the rhinestone ring and the imitation gold chain. A long-bladed and flawless clean weapon may be the pride and joy of the person. Li Huai stretched his hand through his muscular body and pulled the knife from the pile. His hands feel good. In fact, it is very exciting. The door opened and the butcher's face was exposed.
Li Badi looked down at the mahogany abattoir. He is not scary, just another bald, overweight fifty-year-old man. His face is heavy and his eyes are deep. His mouth is small and his lips are delicate. He actually has a woman's mouth.
Mahogany didn't know where the intruder came from, but he knew that this was another oversight, another sign of increasing ability. He must dispatch this ragged creature immediately. After all, their offline end is no more than a mile. He must chop off the dwarf and hang his heels until they reach their destination.
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