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"You're not yelling, that's good. You see, Mr. Walters, we're all very reasonable people. As long as you are reasonable and cooperative, our communication will be very pleasant, understand? The seated man nodded, seemingly satisfied with his cooperation.

"You know me? …… Did Madeleine's stinky bacus get you here? How much she gave you, I paid you double, no, triple! The man's calm tone finally made Philip relax a little, or at least not tremble so much. The Madeleine in his mouth is the yellow-faced woman in the house, damn it! I know this stinky ** is not honest, look at how I clean her up when I turn around.

Philip, who thought he had figured out why, began to be less afraid, believing that with a little more money, he would be able to get rid of these thugs, and even his eyes began to roll, apparently already thinking of something else.

"Unfortunately, I don't like to be clever people, so it seems that we should tell Mr. Walters with our actions." The seated man sighed and said to the other man. As soon as he finished speaking, the man standing sprang to the edge of the bed at an indescribably strange speed, and grabbed Philip by the neck before he could react.

"He...... ...... Philip made a heavy sound, and his hands scratched in horror, trying to break the hand that was pinching his neck, but the arm was as if it were cast of steel, and it was not affected in the slightest.

The masked man looked coldly at Philip, who was firmly grasped, and slowly raised his other arm, and a small sharp thorn of a centimeter appeared at the tip of his fingernail, which quickly pierced into his neck under Philip's wide eyes. The poor creature barely felt the stab, and there was no unusual discomfort, but he found himself losing control of his body, not even making a sound.

Next, the man's movements let go of Philip and made his body fall limply on the bed, but he didn't let him go.

Although Philip was unconscious, his brain was still clear, and his eyes were wide and he looked at each other with begging eyes, his heart full of fear and consternation, hoping that it was just a nightmare.

My God! Who's going to save me! If only I could wake up soon!

But apparently God didn't know whether he thought Philip was not religious enough, or if he didn't hear his call, and the terrible thing continued. In fact, he soon discovers that the nightmare has just begun.

I saw this strange man break Philip's mouth with his other hand, slowly leaned down, and opened his mouth at the same time. From Philip's point of view, it can be clearly seen that the other party's mouth does not have a tongue, teeth and cavities like ordinary people, but is covered with fine hairs, as well as transparent diaphragms, and even part of it is a hard black carapace, from this mouth that is not at all human, a white tube about two fingers thick slowly poked out, and inserted it deeply into Philip's mouth.

Although he couldn't rely on his senses, judging by the way the long white hose kept squirming, it was probably completely deep into his body.

The straw was translucent, so Philip could roughly see a round, egg-sized bulge rolling through the straw, moving swiftly down the inside of the pipe, and soon disappearing into the end of his body, and then the horribly long straw slowly pulled out and retracted into the man's mouth, and he also straightened up again, turning his head to look at the masked man who was seated.

It was all happening right under Philip's nose, and he could see the whole thing clearly, but he didn't understand what was going on, and he couldn't feel the hose and bulge in contact with his body. My mind was in a mess, and I just felt like I was constantly falling, falling, and falling in a bottomless abyss, but I couldn't grasp half a life-saving straw.

"That's not bad, Mr. Walters, for you to be able to listen to me quietly. Rest assured, you and the lovely Catherine will be fine, she is only temporarily unconscious. Of course - a little different from you, she doesn't like you can hear and see. Because I think it's better to keep some secrets between you and me. When it was over, she would soon wake up, and she would just think she was asleep and not notice anything unusual. The man who sat was always very calm, watched all this happen, and even naturally took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, took a pleasant puff, and spat a smoke ring into the air.

Philip couldn't listen to what the other party was saying at this time, all his attention was on himself, he faintly felt that something seemed to be happening inside his body, as if something was slowly integrating into his bone marrow, and it seemed that some kind of indescribable weirdness was growing in his body, but he was still unconscious and couldn't judge whether this was just his hallucination, psychological effect, or what was really happening.

"It feels really good, humans have invented a lot of good things. Do you want one? Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you can't move. The masked man sitting in the chair took a puff of his cigarette and said in a half-laughing and half-serious tone.

"Where did you just go? Oh yes, the lovely Catherine won't be fine. As for you, Mr. Walters, you can also relax, from now on, as long as you obediently listen to us, your life will be as good as before, and maybe even better, and you will slowly come to appreciate this. The man got up from his chair and took two steps to sit on the edge of the bed, although it was difficult to distinguish his expression due to the presence of the mask, but the material was very thin, so the outline of his smiling face could be faintly seen.

"I guess you must be wondering what's going on, in fact, our mutual good friend, Mr. Clyde." He gestured to the other man standing nearby, who seemed to be a relatively silent man, who had only said shut up from beginning to end, and remained silent. "Just planted a little baby in your body, this little baby is amazing, it can connect with your nerves, muscles and even bones, so that we can know everything about you at all times. What you see, hear, smell, everything. So, Mr. Walters, will you be obedient now? ”

Philip's only controllable eye rolled desperately, trying to show the other that he must be obedient. The man who smoked nodded and gestured slightly to the other silent man. I didn't see any movement from the masked man, but Philip soon felt that his body was slowly regaining consciousness, and it was a strange feeling, as if the parts of his body were no longer there, but were slowly growing.