Who would have imagined that such a sinful place is still hidden under such a warm hospital?

Qingyu and Mei'er stared at the corpses hanging all over the wall, most of them wearing gray and white striped hospital gowns, two of them wearing white isolation gowns. But what makes people feel strange is that these people's heads are all shaved.

Dean Wang was still gently shaving the head of the man on the bed, and Qingyu pulled Mei'er along the corner of the wall and looked at them one by one.

These corpses should have been treated, and the skin was abnormally white and gray after being soaked in embalming fluid, and when he walked to the fifth corpse on the left, the herring fish stood still.

"Is this woman the one we saw on the first floor?"

Qingyu pointed to the corpse hanging above her head, and asked Mei'er with some uncertainty. Mei'er looked at it carefully, nodded and said

"It's her, that's right. ”

The woman they saw on the first floor was the same as a normal person when she didn't grow her mouth, but her skin was a little shriveled and her face was a little sunken, so it was a little difficult for the herring to identify, and there was a stitched scar on the corpse, which crossed the entire mouth from the front of the two ears, and it looked unusually hideous.

What does this mouth mean? The herring fish fox looked at it suspiciously for a long time and didn't come to a conclusion, so he could only lead Mei'er and look at the next one. Next to this woman was a bald old man, his eyes were round, almost protruding from his sockets, and his tongue stretched out from his slightly open mouth to the position of his chest, but the strange thing was that the tongue seemed to be joined together, and there were obvious stitching marks near the chin.

"Mei'er, do you think he killed all these people?"

Qingyu looked at a few more corpses and lost the patience to look any further, he glanced at them roughly, and several of them they had seen in the hospital building. It's just that how these corpses came from is a big question.

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"Young master, isn't he here, let's just wait and see. Mei'er pointed at Dean Wang and whispered in Qingyu's ear

"You look at him, like a dead pervert. ”

Qingyu nodded in agreement and walked slowly to Dean Wang's side.

Dean Wang had just shaved the head of the man lying on the bed at this time, and he was holding his arms around with a gentle smile on his face, and he was still smacking out loud

"Perfect, perfect, this head is the best match for this hairstyle. ”

After speaking, Dean Wang picked up a sponge from the small shelf on the side, dipped it with something like grease, and patiently wiped it for the person on the bed. After this layer of grease was rubbed up, the man's head was even brighter, and it was a little reflective when lying under the lamp. He looked at Dean Wang above his head with frightened eyes, and his mouth kept whining.

After wiping his head, Dean Wang took off his gloves and threw them away, reached out and picked up a small mirror placed on the side and put it on the face of the person on the bed, and said with a smile

"Come on, do you look better now?"

As he spoke, Dean Wang reached out and took the white cloth that was stuffed in the man's mouth.

As soon as the white cloth was removed, the man on the bed screamed in horror

"Let me go, let me go, Dean Wang, I didn't mean to say you!"

"I know, I know," Dean Wang spoke in a tone that was completely like that of an elder full of patience and kindness, but the expression on his face looked dark and uncertain under the lamp.

Dean Wang patted the man's face lightly and said softly

"I'll show you how my craft is, is it good?"

The man on the bed didn't know how long he had been tied up, and anyone who was tied up in such a room full of corpses, with such a pervert on his face and talking to himself, was afraid that he would collapse. The man didn't bother to answer at all, but opened his mouth wide and cried out in a mournful voice

"Help!"

Dean Wang's cry for help was like a taste, he slowly paced to the side of the hospital bed, pinched the man's arm, smiled and nodded, and he didn't know what he was doing.

"Neurotic, you are the biggest neuropathy in this hospital!!" The man shouted for a long time, his voice was hoarse, he stared at Dean Wang who was pacing around him in horror, and hissed angrily, but just after two sentences, his mouth was gagged again,

"Woooooooo The man whimpered a few times, and then stopped moving. He stared at the scalpel that was only aimed at his eyebrows, and he didn't even dare to fart.

"Be quiet" Dean Wang pinched the scalpel and lightly tapped on the man's eyebrows, the sharp tip of the knife broke as soon as it touched the skin, and a bead of blood the size of a bean slowly seeped out.

He put down the knife and turned around and walked into the corner, muttering something in his mouth, and the herring fish got closer to hear what Dean Wang said

"No one is worry-free, all mouths are so broken, don't I just lose my hair, why are you laughing at me? Hmm, what's so good about this?"

Just because people laugh at you for being bald, you are going to kill people? Qingyu and Mei'er looked at each other in shock, no.

Could it be that there is any reason why the two of them didn't see it?

"Forget it, it's troublesome" Dean Wang seemed to be because of his age, he squatted on the ground and rummaged for a while, then got up and hammered his waist, sighed and said

"Behind the scenes, pigs and dogs are not as good, give you a dog tongue. ”

Dean Wang turned around, and Qingyu saw that he was holding a dark red tongue half a foot long in his hand, which looked much longer than a human tongue and was thinner.

Maybe it's been treated, and it doesn't look like it's rotting. Dean Wang came to the hospital bed with the dog's tongue in his hand, threw it on the tray on the side, he felt a syringe and drew some liquid from a small glass bottle, and his fingertips flicked on the needle, Dean Wang sighed

"You say you're living a good life, why do you have to be cheap?"

He shook his head, stuck a few stitches in the man's mouth, and pushed a little anesthetic in. After waiting for a while, Dean Wang took off the white cloth from the man's mouth again.

This person wanted to speak, but his mouth was no longer under his control, and he could only make ah-ah sounds with his mouth, Dean Wang smiled and pulled out the tongue in his mouth, and pricked a few more needles under the base of the tongue, and then threw the needle aside.

After the anesthetic took effect, Dean Wang picked up the dog tongue in the tray and shook it in front of the person's eyes, and said with a smile

"I'll give you a new tongue, and when you get down there, you just have to pout hard. ”

With that, he straightened the man's tongue tightly, and the sharp scalpel lightly slashed against the middle of the tongue, and blood gushed out instantly.

In just two strokes, the man's tongue was cut off from the middle, and then Dean Wang simply trimmed the dog's tongue in his hand, and quickly stitched it together with the man's broken tongue, he didn't even use hemostats, and the blood gushing out of the tongue splashed all over Dean Wang's lower body.

After doing all this, he clapped his hands and sighed

"Alright, I'll give you some medicine later, and you'll go and be with them. ”

The man on the bed was only anesthetized with his mouth and tongue, but his brain was clear, what was it like to watch his tongue cut off and replace it with one?

The blue fish standing on the side couldn't figure out how this person felt, but it was evident that his wrists tied to the bed were strangled with blood due to excessive struggle.

Qingyu also tried to stop it, but he could only helplessly watch his hand pass through Dean Wang's arm, and he couldn't stop it at all.

Dean Wang didn't know where to find a medicine bottle, he broke the mouth of the man on the bed and poured it in, then picked up a thick needle and injected some liquid into his arm, and after a while, the man on the bed was out of breath.

"Ahem. After doing all this, Dean Wang clutched his chest and let out a violent cough, and he sat down slowly against the bed legs, not caring about the blood on the ground.

When the cough subsided a little, Dean Wang stretched out his blood-stained hand and took it into his trouser pocket, tremblingly took out a box of cigarettes, he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, cut a few matches before lighting the fire, and then leaned to his mouth and lit the cigarette.

"Whew" Dean Wang took a deep breath, and then slowly spit it out. He looked at the lampshade above his head and muttered a word

"Oh no. ”

According to the habit of people here, Nan Nan is usually her own daughter, right? The herring fish stuck to Mei'er's ears and wondered

"How could he think of his daughter at this time?"

The little white fox rubbed his head against the ears of the herring fish and whispered

"Could it be a confession after every killing?"

After reading everything he did, the two of them already knew that the corpses on the wall must have been committed by this Dean Wang, but the motive for this murder was a little incomprehensible, just take the person on the bed, listening to the meaning of Dean Wang's words, just because this person scolded him for being bald, if it was because of this killing, then his heart was too dark, right?

The two were speculating wildly, but Dean Wang took out a photo from the inner pocket close to his chest.

Qingyu leaned over and looked at it, the little girl in this photo was the girl in the group photo I had seen in the office just now, but the group photo was in color, but the photo in Dean Wang's hand was black and white.

"Oh no, dad is killing enough. As he spoke, Dean Wang gently rubbed the photo in his hand, with some tears in his eyes, trembling and muttering to himself

"The master said that you are not doing well underground, and when Dad has killed enough, you will be clean underground. But Dad doesn't know who to kill, so Dad can only pick these kills who say bad things about me. ”

As he spoke, Dean Wang suddenly held the photo and put it in his heart, and cried

"Woo woo, don't blame Dad for killing slowly, kid!"

Listening to him crying and talking to himself here, Qingyu and Mei'er figured out some problems.

If you don't live well underground, it means that the little girl is dead.

Waiting for enough killings shows that Dean Wang still has statistics on the number of killings.

But the most puzzling question for the two of them is who the master is, and what did he say to make this Dean Wang think that his child is restless underground, and he needs to kill people to be free.

"It's a little pitiful. Seeing that he was already crying on the ground, Mei'er muttered with some pity. Qingyu frowned, pointed to the corpses all over the room, and said in a loud voice

"He is pitiful, but who will pity the poor people who are full of walls?"