Chapter 280: 1. The road to Rudes (6).

ps: This time it's more curious, the uncomfortable little pot friends are better to avoid
In the large number of people, the offender is a part, and the murderer is selected from the criminals, and the killer is selected from the murderers, and the anomalies like performance art are pleasing to the technology.
In the end, the number is always very small, but they are all extremely proficient in killing, and they are very happy to kill people.
"Twinkle twinkle little stars, how I wonder where you are."
Innocent children's songs echoed in the dark room, and the girl praised joy, joy, happiness with a sweet voice, and a little naive like Huaichun.
"It hangs in the sky and shines like many small eyes."
The clouds covered the moon and the stars, and there was not even an oil lamp in the room. Even if all the windows were open, it was difficult to see the darkness in the fingers full of unusual stench.
The odor like rust, the odor of excrement, the odor of internal organs, and the odor of brain marrow are all stirred together and fermented, not only the sense of smell, but also the eyeballs, respiratory organs, and skin.
In the midst of darkness and stench, the joyous singing girl is playing with a thin red thread with slender fingers, almost melted into the dark red thread with the girl's love and admiration, knotted in the dull moan accompaniment.
Clapped his hands together, the innocent laughter leaked out.
"It's done."
The girl stood with the joy of achievement and excitement. Applaud repeatedly.
"It's done. It's done, it's finally done!"
With cheers. There were light dance steps under his feet, and the light steps should be dull, and the carpet filled with liquid made a murmured dull noise. "It's done, it's done." The cheers became more and more rapid, repeating like broken, and the breathing became fascinating.
The clouds in the sky just cracked at this time, and the bright moonlight was scattered into the room full of strange atmosphere, thanks for this. The girl’s masterpiece can be presented under the light.
The giant maggot.
It is said that the giant object of the centipede is crawling on the ground, but the five-meter-long flesh-colored centipede does not seem to be able to control its body very well. Each body is completely uncoordinated, just skewed and twisted.
"Ah? It's weird? Is it because you don't get used to it? Let's work hard together. If you succeed, you don't have to worry about eating and drinking anymore. Your heart is separated.
The girl clenched her fists to cheer, and [Everyone] strung into the centipede in front of her. Still arbitrarily writhing.
"Don't be like this, people are hard to put everyone together, it is very hard to say."
The human centipede connected with living people did not respond to the girl's sorrow. There were 7 guards and servants in the mansion. The knees and elbows were cut off, and the eyes, ears, nose, lips and organs were all destroyed and removed. Afterwards, the human centipede stitching the and the face together did not have any coordination, but only twisted and pained on the carpet of hands and feet.
"Try harder."
The girl lovingly picked up the chin of the front-end man with her fingertips, knocked off her teeth, and cut out her mouth with a tongue and groaned in hoarseness.
"Everyone is the same~~~No gender, no distinction between each other. Health, injury, happiness, sadness, wealth, poverty, everyone shares everything under the witness of the mother god~~~~~~~~ don't think Is this a very good thing?"
"It's not over yet? It's time. Moth."
The closed door didn't know when it was opened, and the woman who relied on the door frame interrupted the girl's prayers kindly.
"Ah, it's a scorpion? Let's play a little more, maybe this time it will succeed?"
"No, it's almost done."
The voice fell, and the middle part of the person who lost too much blood fell to the ground. [Centipede] The chaotic twisting became more and more uncoordinated, and the remaining part died of blood loss and infection is only a matter of time.
"Boss is almost done, ready to gather."
"Why...it's really incomprehensible."
The girl shrugged her shoulders like a complaint, waved her arms like lightning, the lines lurking inside the body burst apart, the bones and internal organs of the surviving people were torn out of the body, and the remaining white gaps on the wall and ground were finally bright red Painted full. White fat, yellow-white brain marrow, dark brown liver, intestines spilled all over the floor.
"It's a shame not to be able to witness a miracle in the end, but everyone didn't know each other until the end, and they were all exposed from the heart to the lungs, showing the true self completely different from the outside. It's gratifying, gratifying, gratifying Congratulations."
In the innocent prayers, the girl picked up the organs at her feet and lifted toast to the moon in the night sky. The clumps and blood splashed from her palms dripped across her wrists and tickled into her mouth. Flowing through the chin and sucking into the inside of the undeveloped chest.
In this way, they are united.
The eating moths showed a pious, tranced expression of prayer, and the childlike beauty praised this beauty like a beast.
Schmidt did not interfere too much with his subordinates’ meals. Although the killer profession should end up as neatly as possible, but for the guy who broke down from the most fundamental place, this unrealistic hope cannot be held, especially It is the group of his men, who are not following rational calculations, or exploring art and faith from killing behaviors like a guy with a broken head.
Follow instincts, and hunt for food regardless of good or evil. This behavior is no different from bugs. Hunting is not a need or a job. The pure instinct that has evolved. Now his lovely men are following instincts to eat~www. EbookFREE.me~ Without disturbing the work, I didn't want to disturb them with idle time.
"It’s enough to destroy a town’s military explosions, poisoned wine, poisoned bows and daggers... oops, I can’t help but want to praise you, it’s hard for you gangs who have fallen on the shoulders of the knights The wooden head also intended to have such a broken one."
Lieutenant Schmidt, the commander of the assassination force d, sneered, condensing the plan of [Salvation of the Nation] and his hard work had fallen into his grasp and became one of many loot, but in the eyes of the assassin of Stasi, This plan, which has been repeatedly rectified and corrected, is just a tatter, except that it has no value other than being used as combustible garbage.
The Maotou in the military school will also make a loophole, but it will not be as ridiculous as this kind of ruin based on fantasy and obscenity.
Putting hope on this kind of tatters, hoping that the adult will be hit, and the tentacles of the v.e company in all areas of the country will be cut off, and the social system of the past will be restored-
Should they commend their ambitions, or despise these prodigal men with outbreaks of big head syndrome? This problem really made Lieutenant Schmidt scratch his head. To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (an.) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.