"Ahh

Wade snapped his eyes open, and it was no longer the man's figure, but a wall, or rather a ceiling.

The ceiling is not white, but a very old yellow, and there are many friction marks on it, which makes this ceiling highlight the smell of time.

"Damn it!"

Wade cursed secretly, trying to support his body with both hands, but found himself firmly anchored to a cold bed frame.

And not surprised and stunned,

A complicated look suddenly flashed in Wade's eyes, as if pain was mixed with hatred, and a trace of resentment was mixed into it.

He knew where he was now, and this familiar and unfamiliar scene often appeared in his dreams, like a ghost that had been haunting him, and he could always re-experience the feeling of despair that he had in the beginning.

"Is this a dream?"

Wade began to look at his surroundings, just as he remembered, and even the torturous iron tongs on the iron table next to him were the same as the one he had seen in his dreams.

Raising his head a little reluctantly, Wade's gaze swept to his hands, and he was suddenly stunned.

What's normal about the skin on your hands?

Wade's eyes widened, in fact, even in his nightmares, his skin had always been that crumpled appearance, and he had even forgotten how smooth those hands were.

Just as Wade was ready to admire his perfect hand, a footstep suddenly sounded from the other side.

Wade turned his head sideways, and from now on, the plot seemed to have deviated from the dreams he often had.

It's not that his dreams have always been the same, on the contrary, there are often various changes in his dreams, and he remembers that the last time it seemed to be a blonde girl,

The last time it was a black hair, and the next time it was a red hair.

But without exception, they all had a pair of murder weapons that could suffocate him to death before they were murdered.

This time, there were footsteps, which couldn't help but surprise Wade, and at the same time made him feel a little anticipation in his heart.

"Tut-tut... What's the trick this time? Wade had a prodigal smile on his face, twisting his neck vigorously, and teasing, "Little baby, you ......"

Halfway through speaking, the bright flower-like expression on Wade's face froze.

The scene he imagined did not appear, but the friend who looked a bit like a mountain carving came over wearing a white coat.

"What, it's unexpected?" Pine Hawk had an eerie smile on his face, which, combined with the surrounding background, gave him the immediacy of a chainsaw killman.

"No, I'm just disappointed."

Wade grinned, and put his head back on the bed with some listlessness.

Well

He didn't really like the change in his dream, he thought he should be a man with a normal sexual orientation.

Take 10,000 steps back,

Even if his sexual orientation is abnormal, he is still confident in his aesthetic level, even if he wants to find it, he has to find a little white face type like Ryan, how can there be a mountain carving?

"Truly, disappointed?"

Pine Hawk, apparently using Wade's performance as a disguise for fear, turned over to the iron bed where Wade was lying, walked over to the iron table, and reached for the iron tongs that had been placed on it.

He usually conjures up some equipment in his dreams to torture his opponents, but this is the first time he has seen a player like Wade who brings his own equipment, and he is a little surprised.

"I hope you will be satisfied with the program I have prepared for you later."

Pine Hawk lifted the iron tongs in his hand, and any fingers on the iron bed that were aimed at Wade ran over hard.

"Click..."

"Hiss!!"

The sound of cracking bones and Wade's gasp in pain rang out at the same time, and his fingers, which were originally beautiful, were now broken in two, barely able to be connected together by relying on the flesh in the middle.

"Satisfied?"

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Pinehawk's face, and he was satisfied with his current state, so the words in his mouth naturally increased.

Compared to talking to the outside world,

He prefers to use his talent to pull others into painful dreams, and although he can't create dreams, he is able to fine-tune other people's dreams to make them his home turf.

For example, now, Pine Hawk snapped his fingers, and a large box appeared out of thin air next to him, and the large box automatically opened, revealing the various torture instruments that were daunting inside.

"I've got a whole set for you, and I'll make sure you're satisfied."

Pine Hawk nodded, glanced at what he was wearing, seemed to think something was still missing, frowned in dissatisfaction, and suddenly a stethoscope appeared on his neck out of thin air.

"Well, that's like a serious doctor, so now, can we get started?"

"You think you can kill me like that?" Wade, who gradually recovered from the pain, said, a hint of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Do you believe that my bones can grow in the next second?" ”

"Huh?"

Pine Hawk glanced at Wade's fingers, still like five strings of unprocessed flesh and bone connected.

"Fack!" Wade reacted suddenly, it seemed that in this strange space, he was still in an unawakened state?

moment

The expression on Wade's face changed suddenly, and a sneer appeared on his face that he was still handsome: "Shouldn't we talk about something else, like that bastard named Ryan?" ”

"You say he's a bastard?"

Pine Hawk asked, with some curiosity, aren't they a gang?

"Of course."

Wade said with a straight face: "He is simply a murderer who does all kinds of evil, and I was forced to follow him because I was coerced by him." ”

Saying this, Wade moved his hands and feet, and said, "Otherwise, if you let me go now, I'll kill that damn pervert with you!" ”

"Heh..."

Pine Hawk chuckled and pulled out a knife with intricate patterns from the large box, the blade was blunt and had tiny notches.

"Poof!"

"Ahhh!!!!hh

"Now go ahead, what is he?"

Pine Hawk's eyes glanced very unnaturally in a diametrically opposite direction to Wade, but the movement in his hand still did not stop, the blade rubbing in the flesh and blood, and continued to ask:

"Ryan is a bastard?"

"To !!"

Wade gritted his teeth, he felt his stomach being cut by a saw, the pain almost more painful than the torture he had experienced during the time he had awakened before.

"He's a complete bastard!"

"Who's the bastard?"

"Ryan is a bastard! He's a pervert, he's a homicidal maniac, and he also likes to peek at the big long legs on the side of the street! ”