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Here, this is "purgatory", but now, there is more something called original flavor.
Just like the imitations of some big international brands, the difference in quality is very small, and even some imitations are better than the real ones in quality, but the real ones have an atmosphere that belongs to them in the eyes of consumers , of his purity.
at the moment,
The real devil comes,
All beings are equal,
Before hell,
Collective,
Trembling!
The instruments in each laboratory vibrated at this time, as if they had sensed a magnetic field and calling, and the previous killing weapons and tools seemed to have their own consciousness at this time.
They began to cheer, they became active, and they couldn't wait any longer, waiting for a new round of satiation belonging to the devil.
There are the friction of chains, the impact of scalpels and forceps, the creaking of stretcher carts, the rustling of doors and windows, and even the incineration workshop where corpses are cremated.
There are also ashes,
Fly randomly.
One after another, high or low, neat or chaotic, were perfectly integrated at this time, forming a passionate rhythm, just like Beethoven's "Symphony of Destiny". The prelude kicked off and the climax came.
This is a kind of aura, but also a kind of rendering, truly eerie, truly terrifying, a bit like candlelight on the table, it will not bring any taste change to the dishes,
But this sense of form,
Indispensable.
Zhou Ze, who is missing half of his arm, walks in this research institute, he walks very slowly;
? Seeing myself eighty years ago carrying out his own judgment and his own killing,
first,
Zhou Ze really realized that,
die,
It turns out that it is really a kind of art.
With its unique rhythm,
Contains its unique charm,
It's like a good wine that has been cellared for many years. Before I drank it, I was already fascinated by the aroma of the wine, but now I sip it slowly, the aroma of the wine enters from the mouth, flows through the tip of the nose, and finally falls into the stomach, with a hot taste Attacked all over the body in an instant.
So comfortable and addictive that you can hardly restrain yourself from wanting to ****!
The white coats were like headless flies running back and forth in the research institute, screaming, crying, and roaring. When the identities of the devil and Malu were switched, it turned out that there was no such thing as a demon. When it comes to who is more noble than whom, in the same position and situation, everyone is the same.
At the beginning, when they faced the struggle and wailing of the prisoners in the test site, they might still be able to laugh and chat, and they could also discuss which number one in the nearby comfort station was more enthusiastic.
At that time, they were outside and others were inside, but now, they have entered inside, and they no longer have the leisure and leisure they used to have when they were outside.
They encountered the most terrifying "ghost hitting the wall", and they knew they had to run, but they couldn't get out at all.
Just like a mouse kept in a container in a laboratory, its fate is actually doomed.
?Because of Zhou Ze's special order,
So the following death scene is not as straightforward as it was at the beginning. Before it was the epiphyllum blooming, but now, it makes you go from a flower bud to a budding to the final full bloom and then wither.
Every process must be indispensable, and every link must be indispensable.
From the cultivation of fear, to the repression in the early stage, the details in the middle stage, and the extension of the pain in the later stage, the flower of life, so delicate, has been slowly roasted in countless ways.
Death will not make your death easy, and it will not make your death easy. It will drain every bit of your fear, release your last pain, and even your soul will not be let go.
Do not think that the end of the physical body is liberation,
The real inability to live or die actually begins after your physical body ends.
You must know that the soul is more sensitive than the body, and the punishment of hell is mostly aimed at the soul.
If the body is compared to a bag, then the soul is the noble head hiding in it,
Who is more sensitive,
I understand.
The Art of Killing,
The whirlpool of death,
Constantly noisy, constantly wandering, and constantly interlacing.
Zhou Ze lowered his head,
He saw the groundwhat are you shouting?
He is telling himself something,
But damn it,
Why can't I hear a word!
"I can't hear, what are you talking about!"
Zhou Ze yelled at him. He knew that what the other party said should be very important, and it might even be a message left by himself eighty years ago.
pass¡¡
The form of a dream.
But he couldn't hear anything, really couldn't hear anything, and the other party was on the verge of losing control and was almost roaring, Zhou Ze couldn't analyze what he was talking about even if he could understand lip language.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
A series of explosions sounded,
This is the news that several exits were blown up.
No one of the Japanese above dared to go down anymore, and planned to close the place.
And at this time,
The broken figure seems to be getting more and more crazy,
At this time, the blood on the ground kept rising and slowly covered it. At first, it only reached Zhou Ze's feet, then slowly reached Zhou Ze's knees, and finally, it did not reach his waist.
Zhou Ze really wanted to stop that figure again, he really wanted to know what exactly he said just now, but Zhou Ze didn't have time to ask any more, and he didn't have time to do anything, because his whole body was already drowned in blood.
"Gudu"
Body,
Like falling into the depths of the ocean,
around,
It is the loneliness that makes people feel hopeless,
And below,
There is a broken figure,
It seems that they are also looking up and looking up, but the distance between the two is getting farther and farther at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The buoyancy began to increase, Zhou Ze began to rise faster and faster, and the sense of panic of suffocation became stronger and stronger.
"Pfft"
When Zhou Ze surfaced,
He sat up directly from the sofa.
"Hoo Hoo¡¡Hoo Hoo¡¡¡Hoo Hoo"
Zhou Ze was dripping with sweat, his whole body was drenched,
Bai Yingying next to her was still sleeping, but her hair had returned to the black color of a girl, and even her skin became tighter and more elastic, as if water would come out when pinched.
Just like a fresh stamen, it has been well moisturized by the morning dew.
Zhou Ze stretched out his hand to cover his forehead,
He still hasn't come back to his senses,
It is really the previous picture, too crazy and too frightening, especially the artistic sense reflected in the killing, which makes people feel that they are in the middle of the symphony orchestra,
No, it was the very center of the tsunami!
At this time,
Zhou Ze's cell phone rang,
He glanced at the screen,
It turned out to be Zhang Yanfeng's call.
After answering the phone, he said "Hello" weakly.
Zhang Yanfeng on the other end of the phone seemed very excited, and there was a loud roar of machinery beside him, he shouted loudly:
"Hey, the superiors have agreed to dig, to dig"
Are you going to dig?
Zhou Ze was still a little confused,
Excavate what?
But soon,
Zhou Ze woke up suddenly,
Immediately pointed the phone at his mouth and shouted:
"Can't dig, can't dig now,
Do not dig it out! ! ! "
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