The short-haired woman was startled, and then she realized that the person speaking was actually No. 8 sitting opposite her.
Chu Ping didn't know what the woman was thinking at this time, but he knew that the short-haired woman was brought here by No. 8. Now that the person who brought her here had spoken, the short-haired woman's hesitant eyes seemed to have become much firmer. She was ready just now.
He left the chair and sat back again.
The moment the short-haired woman sat down, a scream came from outside the door, and the voice must have been the fat man who just went out.
When Chu Ping just came over, he saw something in the room on one side of the corridor. At that time, he believed that if No. 10 hadn't brought him in, the owner of the scarlet eye in the room would have tried his best to get rid of it.
Drag yourself into the room.
"Didn't you say there is no punishment?"
The panic in the short-haired woman's eyes was revealed from beneath the mask, and her body began to tremble.
"The acting president only guarantees that there is no danger in this room, but it is not necessarily the case outside this room."
The voice of No. 6 came from across from Chu Ping, with a hint of disdain in his tone, as if he had already predicted the fat man's outcome.
"There are pets raised by No. 7 outside. No. 7 has no mission recently, so his pet has not been eating well. Although the fat man makes me a little disgusted, No. 7's pet is not picky about food. What's more, No. 7 is not picky about food.
I like his perversion, and this time his pet is a blessing."
The one who spoke was No. 8, and Chu Ping could also feel that the fat man seemed to be just an ordinary person. It was just his childhood experiences that made him psychologically distorted, and that was why he was brought here by No. 9.
"How did Fatty know that the people in the association are a group of lunatics who are even crazier than lunatics?"
Chu Ping glanced at No. 8, and then realized that he was also looking at him, with an unpredictable look in his eyes.
"Young man wearing a kindergarten mask, do you want to leave too?"
Chu Ping subconsciously touched his mask, and then gave a bitter smile. He did not expect that the mask he bought in the two-yuan store was actually worn by a kindergarten child in No. 8's eyes.
"No wonder No. 9 and No. 10 looked like that when they saw me for the first time. They were amused by their own masks."
Although Chu Ping is a newcomer, he is not afraid of people in the association. After all, he also has trump cards.
"As long as Sister Jiang doesn't act like a monster, it's still possible to get out of here alive."
Chu Ping comforted himself in his heart.
Seeing that Chu Ping didn't speak, No. 8 laughed strangely, then slumped on the chair and turned his eyes to the woman.
"You begged me to bring you here, so I don't want you to make unwise choices like that fat man."
After hearing No. 8's words, Chu Ping looked at the woman curiously. He did not expect that someone actually asked to join the association.
The woman glanced behind No. 8, then lowered her head in fear, but Chu Ping saw a different look in her eyes.
"Fear? Obedience? Or..." Chu Ping thought about it in his mind for a long time, and finally found a word that suited the woman's current expression, "Faith."
When a person has faith, that person's mental state and eyesight will change, just like this new woman.
After Fatty finished telling his story, Chu Ping clearly saw fear in the woman's eyes. It was not fear caused by Fatty's story, but because of seeing something.
It was also at that time that Chu Ping decided that this woman should be his "kind".
In fact, Chu Ping doesn't like the word "similar" because it always makes him feel a little strange.
"It should be the sequelae of Lou Ying."
Chu Ping shook his head slightly. After all, the person who said he was the same type as him last time was still lying in the morgue.
He didn't want to hurt anyone again. If Lou Bin heard his boss say this, he would definitely curl his lips and give him a big white eye.
At that time, the woman's fear was beyond words. Although she did not say it with her mouth, her body honestly began to tremble slightly.
I originally thought that the woman would make the same choice as the fat man and leave here, but after No. 8 said those words, the woman's eyes became much firmer. From that time on, Chu Ping felt that there should be a relationship between the woman and No. 8.
What happened.
"Do they know each other in real life?"
At this time, the woman slowly raised her head, and her eyes fell on No. 8, as if looking at her own beliefs. Her eyes were so firm, so firm that it made people feel a little incredible.
"That's a story my friend told me. In the deepest part of the city, there was an alley full of oil. It was just an ordinary alley at the beginning, but I don't know when, people started to put oil in that alley.
Something inexplicable.
From the bones of some small animals, to stray cats and dogs with their legs and feet cut off, to the meat and bones of unknown large animals.
A friend went there for the first time because of her husband.
My friend's husband is a psychiatrist and has his own studio. It was normal at first. He would go out at nine o'clock every day and come home at seven o'clock in the evening. Every day, my friend would prepare hot meals at home and wait for her husband's return.
The husband seems to enjoy this kind of life, and occasionally gives small gifts to friends, sometimes flowers, sometimes small craft ornaments.
My friend liked those ornaments very much because she felt they were very special. She once asked her husband what the material of the ornaments was, but her husband did not tell her. Instead, he rubbed her hair and asked her dotingly if she liked it.
like.
My friend Diandian was filled with joy, but she was attracted by this small craft ornament.
When my husband saw that his friend liked it, he smiled and told her that if she likes it, I will give you a big one in a few days, which can be placed in the living room.
At that moment, my friend thought this should be happiness.
Maybe it’s because there are so many people with mental illness, and my husband’s psychological studio has also become busy. From then on, my husband would come home very late, from 7:30 to 8:00, and sometimes
Come back at nine or ten o'clock.
The friend didn't say anything. She just prepared the meal and waited for her husband as usual. The husband may feel guilty for his friend. Occasionally he would come back early, so he would buy some meat from outside and cook it for her.
Braised pork.
The meat my husband bought was very fragrant, but my friend couldn't taste it.
A friend asked my husband what kind of meat this was?
The husband just told his friends that it was a kind of pig meat.
Pig meat? It should be a very special breed.
The friend thought of this and stuffed a large piece of meat into his mouth.
The dark red sauce flowed out of the mouth, like vomited blood."
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