Now everyone was stunned, could it be that Mike still has a ghost around them that they can't see?

Cheng Qianxun immediately grabbed a bottle of holy water on the side and splashed it on Mike's face. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But Mike just shook his head violently, shook the water off his face, and continued to clench the wooden bar with iron nails with his hands like crazy, roaring and waving constantly.

Holy water is useless! No matter what, Cheng Qianxun said loudly: "Hurry up and find a way to get close to him, do you have a code or something, let him know that we are here?" ”

"No, there's a code there!" Harold tried to get closer, but Mike's stick was wielding impenetrable, and there were a few pegs sticking out of it.

There is no pattern to Mike's swinging of the stick, he is sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, up and down, and his movements are very fast, fast and agile.

"This kid is moving too fast!" Hogan, who had tried several times outside without success, scolded.

Snead didn't forget to joke at this time: "Do you think everyone is as good as Cheng?" Watch out for him hitting! ”

No one wanted to be hurt, and Rudolph couldn't get close, so he said, "Why don't you wait for him to run out of strength?" It seems that what he saw was only an illusion! ”

Cheng Qianxun didn't want Mike to be so frightened, so he shouted in the back: "It's terrible to be alone, and there are things around him." Hurry up and figure it out, so many professionals, can't you beat a street gangster? ”

"Alright! Who called us professional. Rudolph looked left and right, there was nothing to hold, even the furniture was either large or broken, and Mike was able to grab a long stick of wood with an iron nail, I don't know if he was lucky, or if they were too lucky.

"Then use this!" Harold took local materials and pulled up a quilt.

Harold and Regel pulled up a quilt and were about to step forward. Mike suddenly turned his head to look behind the empty man, screamed, and fled to the door.

Fortunately, the quilt tripped him over, and the stick came out of his hand. But Mike rolled to the side a few times with great speed, kicking and beating him to break free from the quilt that was covering him.

"Hold him down, quick!" Several men pounced on Mike, trying to hold Mike down.

They were fast, Mike was like he had taken some stimulant, faster, perhaps an explosive force of extreme fear.

He screamed, fists and kicks, and crawled to the door.

"Stop him, stop him!" Cheng Qianxun picked up the holy water bottle in his hand and threw it at Mike. Although he hit, it didn't stop Mike's madness.

He threw himself at the door, desperately opened it, and ran out.

Everyone looked at the open door in a daze, helplessly facing the gray outside, Mike's figure had disappeared.

"Ah, help, where are you? Anyone... Unexpectedly, Mike panicked and emerged from the restaurant on the side, shouting and running out the door again, and then the figure disappeared into the mist again.

Before everyone could come to their senses, Mike ran out of the restaurant again and fled like crazy.

Suddenly, Cheng Qianxun's bad premonition came again, as if something was going to happen, and he shouted anxiously: "Stop him, hurry!" ”

But how to stop it, everyone was in a daze, and they couldn't understand why Mike went out of the door and came out of the restaurant in the blink of an eye.

Mike disappeared out the door again, but didn't come out of the dining room again, and there was a noise in the basement, as if something was rolling down...

Cheng Qianxun knew that it was not good, when he opened the door of the basement, everyone walked down one after another and saw a tragic scene.

Mike was lying at the bottom of the stairs, he was about rolling down the stairs and hit a shelf, he was lying with his hands on his chest and his feet twitching slightly.

The containers containing specimens on the shelves fell to the ground, glass jars of different sizes were almost all broken, all kinds of white-soaked specimens were scattered on the ground, and the smell of formalin was unusually unusual.

From Mike, who was immersed in the preservatives all over the ground, with his breath and the blood foaming from his mouth from time to time, it could be judged that he was injured, and the injury was definitely not light.

Rudolph and Harold immediately split two stairs into one, and the last three were jumped down to Mike's side to check on the injury.

Rudolph carefully removed Mike's hand covering his chest, "Shh~" Harold slashed the corner of Mike's sports shirt with a knife, and then tore it open with his hand.

There was no wound to be seen, but the chest was obviously different from before, and Rudolph frowned: "I broke my ribs, and the broken bones pierced my lungs." ”

Mike was obviously not able to do it, he was spitting blood blisters in his mouth every time he took a breath, there was no surgeon, no medical equipment, only gasping for breath, and it seemed that time was running out.

"You, you ... Mike opened his mouth to speak, and as soon as he said a word, blood poured out of his mouth.

"Yes, we're all here!" Cheng Qianxun squeezed up and held Mike's hand: "You were the same as me just now, although you can't see it, we are indeed here." ”

"I, so stupid, thought... Mike frowned sharply, his face a look of pain, and took a deep breath through his nose, but more blood bubbles came out of his mouth.

"Stop talking, or it will be even more uncomfortable." After Rudolph finished speaking to Mike, he whispered in Cheng Qianxun's ear: "If you pierce a large blood vessel, it will be very painful to have blood in your lungs, and he has little time." ”

If blood builds up in the lungs, it can lead to blood loss, but suffocation and pain are the most painful. Watching a teammate die in pain, Cheng Qianxun felt uncomfortable, and his eyes slowly turned red.

Although Mike is a gangster, his life circumstances force him to pursue this profession. Who would hire someone who didn't graduate from high school on his resume and who had been in a juvenile control facility for three days or had a fight? Maybe he's a nasty scum on the outside that Harold describes as a rat, but at home, he might be a good older brother and the only source of livelihood for a group of younger siblings.

And now he was lying in the stinking potion, with horrific severed limbs and animal carcasses. But he can't move him, or he'll die faster.

She clasped Mike's hand and tried to comfort him in a calm and soft voice, "Anyone can panic, I didn't do as well as you back then." ”

Mike smiled in pain, his whole body twitched, and blood came out of his nose.

You don't have to talk to him, and you know what he wants to say without talking. Cheng Qianxun held back the tears that were about to fall, and choked up slightly: "It's good to die, in fact, death is also a relief." To be alive is to be tired! You are actually acting well, hoping that Satan will have mercy on you and let you rest in peace. If you go, make a spot for me, I'll go someday. ”

Mike smiled again, apparently in a calm mood, with his teammates by his side, at least not dying alone, that was enough.

He suddenly gasped violently like asthma, but every time he inhaled it, a large amount of blood spurted out, and he coughed violently from time to time.

Harold and Rudolph immediately stepped forward and turned Mike sideways so that his blood could flow from his nose and mouth.

Sneijder stepped forward, picked up Cheng Qianxun, and pulled her to the back. Under Snead's arm, seeing Mike's painful struggle, Cheng Qianxun was ruthless: "Rudolph, let him be less painful." ”

It will definitely not survive, and if it drags on like this, it will only increase the tribulation. Mike lasts a maximum of ten minutes and doesn't survive until the end of the game.

Rudolph looked up, looked at Harold, and raised an eyebrow.

Harold hesitated, but shook his head. He's Interpol to save people, not kill people. At this time, killing is not cruelty, but a mercy, but the current situation is not killing for the sake of saving people, so he can't do it.

Rudolph sighed slightly, then lowered his head and kept spurting blood and blood bubbles from his mouth and nose Mike said: "Man, you will be relieved soon, rest assured, we will always be by your side until the last moment." ”

With that, Rudolph gently grabbed Mike's head with both hands, and then spun it violently to the side.

Cheng immediately buried his head in Sneiard's chest, unable to bear to look at it again, only to hear a slight "click", and Mike's painful coughing, vomiting, and whistling in his lungs disappeared.

Unable to hold back his tears any longer, Cheng Qianxun turned his head and looked at Mike lying motionless on the ground with tearful eyes. Rudolph and Harold slowly stood up and took two steps back.

Mike's body slowly faded in the mess all over the floor, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Don't think about what to do with the corpse, Satan has already helped with it. The dead are eliminated, while the living continue to languish in the underworld.

Back upstairs, everyone's mood is very heavy, even if they are used to seeing death, they will be sad.

There seemed to be the smell of formalin in the basement on his body, and Mike's bunk was still on the ground, and there might still be residual warmth in the bed, but the man was dead and gone.

Cheng Qianxun sat down weakly, and Harold asked, "Cheng, how did you find out that something might happen to Mike?" ”

She just felt so tired and depressed. Fortunately, Sneijder sat down and put his arm around her, giving her great comfort.

After thinking about the situation at the time, she replied carefully: "Because of Ba Song, isn't it the third time that Ba Song has had an accident?" It turns out that he was right, we can't get out here, and the result of leaving the house is to be sent back again. The whole house is an enchantment, and the only way to break the enchantment is to go out three times. When the third time, the problem arises. ”

Ba Song jumped from the stairs, and the lightning rod pierced the heart; Mike falls down the basement stairs and punctures his lungs. The two have something in common, and that is what happened after leaving the house for the third time.

"Mike just felt like he was alone, we were all gone, and there was something else around." Regel thought about it for a moment and immediately frowned: "It's scary, and if I encounter this situation, it's hard to stay calm." ”

"Yes!" Harold calmly analyzed: "For example, I found that those criminals were chasing me; Another example is a group of ghosts. If you add that what you see is not the real appearance of the house, but on the street and in the construction site, one will accidentally run into the trap. (To be continued.) )