Breaking the cocoon thought for a moment, and instead of answering his words, he asked, "They allow people like you to exist?"

Passerby Ding nodded and grinned: "There are people who need to exist anywhere, as long as I don't do anything outside, they don't care." So, I don't like to be outside, only here or in prison is my paradise. ”

"Because, I am the king here!" he stretched out his hands and looked at the dim lamp, with a strange intoxication on his face, and a kind of arrogance that controlled the life and death of others.

"Do you think I'm a bit perverted?" he came back to his senses, licking his lips, a somewhat eerie smile and a hint of excitement in staring at his prey.

Breaking the cocoon did not answer.

Originally, even if this person wanted to kill himself, he didn't want to kill the other party. However, seeing the expression of the passer-by now, it is clear that this is the same as the long-term drug addict's desire for drugs, and there seems to be an uncontrollable fanaticism for killing.

"Actually, sometimes I feel like I'm a bit perverted. Passerby Ding laughed. "Because after I killed someone, I remembered my own methods, and even I was afraid of myself. ”

The laughter was low, like a night owl, and it was especially terrifying in the dead of night, when it was about to see blood.

There was still blood on one of the teeth, and with such a smile, it made Pocoon's heart feel a little chilly.

Passerby Ding's eyes went back and forth on the limbs that were being pulled by chains, and said, "Do you know that once I killed a man and broke his limbs, and finally the police said that he killed himself." Hahaha...... Grass and horses, they can say things that don't even believe in a pervert like me, haha......"

Passerby Ding looked at the cocooned face again, slowly restrained his smile, opened his slightly reddened eyes and whispered: "Do you know, I once gouged out a prisoner's eyeballs and cut out his tongue because I was too excited, and in the end I could only say that I was taken away by a mouse." ”

From this moment on, Breaking the Cocoon knew that the passer-by Ding had completely fallen into the devil, the kind of demon who was happy with the murderer.

Such a person may be because of some painful experience that causes him to have a perverted murderous intention towards prisoners, which is completely a mental illness!

Passerby Ding took a hard puff of cigarette, and the flame of the cigarette burned rapidly, and the cigarette butt that was almost half an inch long suddenly burned to the filter.

"Are you ready?" the passer-by took off the cigarette butt and pressed it lightly on his face, making a slight sizzling sound.

The green smoke starts and has a slight burnt smell.

The confinement room was not large, there was no wind, and soon the cocoon was broken and he smelled the smell of the pig's skin being burned, only when he watched the pig slaughter in other places when he was a child, and when he scalded the pig's hair with chrome iron.

He didn't move, he didn't speak, he just watched quietly.

Passerby Ding scalded for about ten seconds before dropping the cigarette butt when it was completely extinguished, he closed his eyes, took a long breath, and then exhaled it long.

When I opened my eyes, the muscles on my face trembled slightly, I don't know if it was because of pain or "enjoyment", and there was a light of great excitement in my eyes, which was a very strange excitement.

"Before I killed, I liked it. He licked his lips, revealing white teeth with blood between his teeth, "I don't know why, but only then will I not be nervous, and I won't feel like I'm killing someone, or rather, I'm not committing a crime." ”

"It's tiring to hang like this, don't worry, you won't feel tired soon. A passer-by pulled out a seven-hole machete with a two-foot or so from his waist.

The blade is as white as snow, and even dim light can't "plate" it with a yellowish tint.

The blood stains were also very clean, and there was not a trace of residual blood in sight, like a new knife that had just been baked.

Holding the handle of the knife with one hand, he pulled a knife flower.

The knife flower is dazzling, reflecting the light intensively, like a snow lotus, but also like a rotating ice flower, which is very beautiful and a little dazzling.

The knife is very skillful, and it is not much better than those who play butterfly knives on TV.

Probably, it is also because practice makes perfect because of killing too many people.

Breaking the cocoon believes that if passers-by use the kung fu of playing with knives in hand magic, he will definitely become a very good magic magician.

Hand up. The knife falls.

is a very indifferent knife, no momentum, no luck, no fancy, and no dragging.

Because the speed was too fast, the cocoon seemed to drag a shadow when he saw the knife slashing, a snowy shadow.

The light of the sword was like a match, making the dimly lit confinement room shine a little.

The sword light brought a wisp of wind, and there was a slight coolness in the cramped area, or rather, a chill.

The knife slashes down, targeting the left leg that breaks the cocoon hanging.

Maybe he hadn't met a real master of physical arts, but he felt that the knife of passers-by must be the fastest knife he had ever seen, and it was also the most ferocious and decisive knife.

He had never learned a technique that specialized in killing, but he believed that such a knife technique could not be taught by a sports school or martial arts hall, and it must be a knife technique that could only be used after countless real battles.

From the moment the knife started, a chill had faintly risen in the cocoon's heart.

When the knife slashed downward, a trace of throbbing welled up in his heart.

originally thought that this was just an ordinary "professional murderer", but he didn't expect that he would be so sharp when he made a move, and he didn't know how much stronger than the people he had met before.

Seeing that the knife light was less than a foot away from his left ankle, his hands were tensed and his left leg was straining, only to hear a bang, and the chain fell off the wall.

The chained bricks in the wall protruded outward, revealing a fist-sized hole from which ash mist splattered and rose.

The chain quickly retracted due to inertia, and the seven-hole machete of the passer-by slashed at the iron chain that was still retracting, scraping out a spark.

The sparks are dazzling, showing a fleeting brilliance.

The moment the chain on his foot came out of the wall, his left arm and right leg were forced, and his right arm trembled backwards slightly, and when he pulled forward, there was another sound of the chain trembling.

The chain came out of the wall, and his right arm did not pause at all, his forearm rotated slightly, and then leaned on his waist and did not move.

The chain was axed around his arm, and it quickly whipped towards the passerby.

The chains were fast, whining in the confined confinement chamber, and the sound was shocking.

At this time, the cocoon's left leg had already landed, and the iron chain on his foot lay at his feet like a snake, shining with a dark and heavy light. The left hand and right leg are still hanging from the chain, the whole body is supported by the left leg, and the side body is facing the passerby, in a yoga pose.

The chains attached to the hands and feet shook constantly, like a pontoon bridge blown by a strong wind.

At this time, he can't move, if the chain that hit the passerby changes direction because of a movement, it will give the passerby a chance to slash a second time.

The iron chain was like a tiger's tail, and swept towards the passers-by.

When the passer-by Ding heard the sound of two chains falling off the wall, a trace of surprise flashed in his crazy eyes, especially when his knife missed, he knew that this guy in front of him was far from an ordinary physical master.