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Chapter 228 Scarlet Rose

In the darkroom of the casino, on the large dark red sofa, a man is placing bets with his arms around a woman.

He won the gold, threw his head up and laughed, passionately kissed the croupier in a suspender skirt, and she hugged his neck and kissed him back passionately.

In the sensual field, every beauty and every inch of skin costs a high price.

Suddenly, something splashed on my face, it was hot, fishy, ​​and a little slippery.

The croupier, who was immersed in the kiss, found that the other party no longer responded. He opened his eyes and met the man's shocked and unfocused pupils.

Suddenly he let out a horrifying scream.

Throat cut!

The young man passing by threw away the knife and took out a handkerchief to wipe his fingers bit by bit with an expressionless expression.

It was an unsharpened butter knife he took from the waiter's tray beside him.

Just because you don't use an edge doesn't mean you can't kill people.

After the murder, he still looked empty and innocent. That simplicity was filled with shocking cruelty. No one knew what kind of monster was hidden under his beautiful skin.

The boy didn't feel that he had done anything, he only felt dirty.

Exchanging saliva and indulging in physical pleasure, like wild animals in heat, made him feel sick just looking at them.

After the young man left, several people quickly stepped forward and carried away the guest who was holding his neck. The people at the table quickly fell silent after receiving a look, tacitly understanding what was happening.

"Why wasn't the place cleared?"

"Everything has been cleared, except for this darkroom..."

"Who knew he would come here!"

"Go and contact the boss!"

The arrival of the young man scared these people so much that they hurriedly cleared the place and sent people to follow him. They did not dare to get too close and could only chase him at a moderate distance.

I don’t know why, but this boy went crazy again today and ran out of that ivory tower-like place.

He always hated filth and filth, so he searched down layer by layer in the dull and dirty venue, with a dark storm brewing in his beautiful light brown eyes.

Everyone who works here is afraid of him, but they all want to take a peek at him secretly.

Her face is so beautiful that it makes people want to hold their breath.

With the temptation of not distinguishing between male and female, people can't help but feel their heart beat faster.

Want to be close, to be attracted, to be bewitched.

Like the beautiful poisonous snake that tempts humans to eat the forbidden fruit, it takes the risk of being driven out of the Garden of Eden to pluck it, seductively biting the beginning of all evil.

He is looking for someone.

Room by room, floor by floor, I kept searching.

A little red loomed in the young man's eyes, as if he was about to bleed.

It's obviously extremely paradoxical, but it also makes people feel that he is on the verge of being broken and needs to be saved.

The young man walked down one level with a gloomy expression, and some people started to get scared. The further down, the dirtier and dirtier he went, where organs and mutated humans were processed.

I'm afraid he will go crazy.

The people at the auction didn't know what the boy was looking for, but they accompanied him in the search. There were very few men who dared to get close. The boy hated men and all male creatures.

He searched everywhere but couldn't find what he wanted. The young man stood in the dark tiredly and blankly, like ice that was about to melt.

He was at a loss.

Attract more attention.

He couldn't find it.

"There is no other place in this underground space."

Someone came up murmuring, scared to death, but couldn't help but lower his voice and asked in a low voice as if he was afraid of scaring him, "Excuse me, what are you looking for? How about we help you find it?"

He obviously couldn't breathe in this turbid and dirty air, his eyes were getting redder and redder, and he asked in a sleepy voice, "Have you searched for them all?"

"Apart from……"

The man muttered, "Don't go there, that's where garbage is thrown."

Apart from the biological laboratory, which is absolutely inaccessible, there is only one place left.

A most filthy place.

Places he has never set foot on.

The young man suddenly looked back, his scarlet eyes seemed to be burning.

"Where?"



Tang Rou was locked in a cage, and the sounds and lights along the way made her almost collapse.

The heart is paralyzed, and the hands and feet have no feeling, as if they have been burned by fire.

Finally, she became a test subject and experienced this feeling.

very bad.

The place is rotten, like a rose rotting from the roots.

It's bright and glamorous above, with rich people in suits and high-ranking people drinking and having sex at auctions and casinos, but below there's a stench of rottenness and a bad smell.

The so-called destruction center is actually the same as the incineration center of failed experimental subjects in Babbita. It has a cremator and a console for grinding body parts to feed other experimental subjects.

It was dim and filled with stench, like a seriously disordered slaughterhouse, except that all the monsters slaughtered here were monsters that were once humans.

The woman who sent her here was very anxious. After answering the phone, her face became panicked.

The original compassion and patience towards Tang Rou also disappeared, and all he wanted to do was to quickly send her to the blood-stained control table, remove the useful internal organs, and push her into the incinerator.

The sounds and movements of pushing the cage become louder.

Tang Rou covered her ears, feeling extremely painful due to her overly sharp senses.

She begins to hallucinate.

Something crawled up on the bleeding table next to her, and the remaining blood surged upwards and turned into pieces of flesh. One by one, the dying people dragged their stumps and severed bodies towards her, and stretched out their hands towards her in the cage, as if to catch her.

.

Tang Rou desperately told herself to calm down. Her eyes were no longer visible and everything in front of her was an illusion.

I'm afraid it was a delirium caused by excessive fright, she knew.

But it was so real that she even had body hallucinations.

She felt someone grab her arm, hold her wrist with a cold, smelly hand, and try to bite her.

The woman couldn't wait any longer and wanted to leave here quickly. Just hearing that the man was coming to such a dirty place made her scared to death.

The fear of losing your life.

Therefore, she hurriedly sent Tang Rou to the operating table, turning around and leaving without seeing the last step. Anyway, when they came here, there was only one fate for these people, and the process was correct.

A butcher wearing a mask and covered in blood came over. The cold blade in his hand was stained with black and red blood on who he had just dissected.

He was going to cut open Tang Rou's body.

But when he was about to get close to her, there was a sudden collapse sound behind him. The man paused and walked towards the back, holding the knife warily.

Tang Rou was able to have some time to breathe.

She needed to force herself to get rid of the hallucinations in her mind.

He reached out and groped for the cage, carefully identified it, endured nausea and hallucinations, and finally found the sharp hook protruding from the iron cage.

Tang Rou opened her cloudy eyes, and with determination, she pressed her unmutated white arm against the iron piece, using the weight of her body to tear the skin.

A large stream of blood gushed out and mixed with the wet and muddy floor.

She is actually very afraid of pain, and girls love beauty and are afraid of leaving scars, but she has lost her skin and can't tell the difference between the serious and the serious.

The amplified senses seemed to overwhelm her, and the extreme pain almost triggered a new round of neurological shock.

Fortunately she endured it.

Pain is indeed the best refreshing drug. Tang Rou woke up instantly and was covered in cold sweat.

Breathing causes pulling pain.

Tang Rou knew that removing organs here without anesthesia would be thousands of times more painful than this one.

She groped in the dark, her fingertips touched the cold and greasy liquid, and she didn't dare to think deeply. She finally found the iron piece of the bread bundle bag, peeled off the outer layer of rubber, took out the steel wire, and inserted it into the lock.

The amplified senses actually helped her at this moment, allowing her to capture the unusual sound of the steel wire colliding with the lock core.

With a click, the lock opened.

Tang Rou dragged her numb and painful body to open the cage, but tripped over her mutated left leg.

My eyesight went completely dark.

She groped in desperation, seeing liquid on the floor and horribly swollen limbs attached to her body.

Is this her body?

Tang Rou was gripped by fear.

Fresh blood kept pouring out of the injured arm, mixing with the fishy smell here. Tang Rou couldn't smell the difference, but someone could.

She dragged her body looking for an exit.

At some point, a light came on in this place, but she couldn't see it.

Therefore, only footsteps can be heard.

It exploded next to my ears like thunder.

Someone came to her and lifted the strands of hair from her forehead, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

Tang Rou huddled together in pain, thinking that the butcher was coming back to pick out her internal organs. She was so helpless that she even wanted to hide in the cage.

Unexpectedly, the next second I would be held in someone's arms.

The other party was shaking violently, as if he was in more pain than she was.

Tang Rou struggled desperately and was in so much pain that she wanted to scream. Every inch of her body ached.

But she heard the man calling her,

"Rou, it's me..."


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