Patients who have just recovered from a serious illness tend to exhaust their energy earlier than healthy ordinary people.

Traditional Chinese medicine says that this is the loss of vitality in the body, but fortunately it can make up for it, so it needs to be recuperated. Western medicine said that it must be a kidney deficiency, and after opening a bottle of kidney treasure, the result is overdone, and the body will feel more uncomfortable.

There are still two days left before Xing Lei said that the one-week rest time is over, Zhang Miao has recovered, and the terrible scar on Tu Lun's body from his shoulder to his back waist has finally begun to scab.

In the evening, after the group of six had dinner together, they went back to their rooms, and only Tu Lun was helped by Prasda to go to the medical room to change the dressing.

After dinner, it was only about six o'clock, and the four people who returned to their rooms would not go to bed so early, after all, they didn't have much physical exercise during the day, so they were still relatively energetic.

The big one, room number 6348, corresponds to his number.

After pushing open the iron door, the older man needs to lower his head to make sure he doesn't hit his head on the door frame. When I looked up, I was greeted by a dim interior that could barely be seen with the help of the lights on the No. 2 corridor.

Closing the door and not turning on the light, the big man walked straight to a corner, then faced the corner and crouched down.

The height of 1.9 meters is like a scared quail at this time, trembling in the corner.

He couldn't forget that his parents, who had been dismantled into parts by himself, looked at him with disbelief and even a little sadness, until they lost their breath, were put into the meat grinder, or even turned into meat puree, and the big man still felt that those two pairs of eyes were still looking at him.

For so many years, the big man has developed a habit of squatting in the corner and shivering, whether the light is on or not.

Because, he can't forget those two pairs of eyes!

Because, he ate those two pairs of eyes raw!

Outside the house, Zhang Miao, Wu Ba, and Xiaoxi continued to walk, and after ten minutes, Xiaoxi stopped.

Room number 6998 corresponds to his number.

When I opened the iron door, I was greeted by the oppressive cold colors, but on the walls of Konishi's room, there were extremely horrific images pasted everywhere, such as giants, dismemberments, lotus milk, deformed babies soaked in formalin, human skins hanging on hangers, and so on.

These images, which can be said to be invisible to most ordinary people in their lifetime, are now hanging all over the walls.

Walking into the room and closing the door, Konishi didn't turn on the light, or he turned on a table lamp on the table, and the dim light illuminated the tabletop and illuminated Konishi's upper body propped up on the table.

Suddenly, Konishi slapped his backhand, causing the dark red light to shine on the photo wall behind him!

The sound of clenched teeth twisting and rubbing, the sound of sobbing, echoed in the dark red light of the ten-square-meter room, the puffy eyes opened, the internal organs and intestines twitched because of the disembowelment, the deformed baby struggled to crawl out of the transparent jar full of formalin, and the human skin hanging on the hanger moved disorderly......

In the dark room, only the dark red light accompanies Konishi, and only the terrifying image on the wall is looking at Konishi!

He couldn't forget these horrible images, as long as he closed his eyes, they would appear. But looking at them, it seems that you can forget, but the result is more and more deeply rooted in your mind.

Outside the house, only Zhang Miao and Wu Ba remained.

"Do you remember, the owner of that antique shop?" Zhang Miao said suddenly, but there was no abrupt feeling, but it seemed natural.

Wu Ba smiled, and his smile was a little flat, like a glass of water: "Remember." Is there anything in that box? ”

Zhang Miao shook her head: "The box was broken by me, and there is nothing in it." ”

"Oh." Wu Ba answered, but did not speak.

The two of them had a room next door.

Room number 7026 is Zhang Miao.

Room number 7027, is Wuba.

One after the other, Zhang Miao entered the room first, but Wu Ba suddenly stopped him and whispered a word.

After Zhang Miao listened, he was stunned for a moment, and then his face was contemplative, until the sound of Wu Ba entering the room and closing the door woke him up, and then Zhang Miao also entered the room.

Half an hour later, Tu Lun and Prasda, who had changed their medicine, walked on the road, and Tu Lun suddenly whispered, "Actually, my original name was Ba Song. ”

Prasda chuckled in response, "I know. ”

Tu Lun continued: "Before I was five years old, I didn't have a name. ”

Prasda stroked the green silk that had fallen down: "I know it too." ”

"But I'd rather call it Tulun."

Tu Lun suddenly felt that he was being held on to his arm, and there was a feeling of heaviness, and it was Prasda who hugged his arm, and then he felt a hot and moist sensation coming from his arm.

The wounded beautiful man slowly turned around and let Plasda cry in his arms, perhaps quiet enough in the corridor, that he heard Prasda crying, "I know, it's because of me." ”

Tu Lun patted Prasda on the shoulder, then pulled something out of his trouser pocket and asked her, "Look, what is this?" ”

Prasda's eyes were red, and she took it: "It's shredded cod." ”

Tu Lun smiled: "Let's go, go back to the room and eat slowly." ”

Prasda nodded obediently.

Perhaps, except for Zhang Miao, only these two people are normal.

For the remaining two days, the group of six barely saw each other again, not even out of the door, except for Tu Lun, who had to go to the infirmary every day to change dressings, and Prasda, who supported him.

It is worth mentioning that the wound on the back of the Tu wheel healed very quickly, and in just one week, the terrible knife wound went from scabbing to natural scab, leaving only a centipede-like scar indicating that it was enough to kill people.

Two days later, in the evening, the group of six was called by Xing Lei to the No. 3 lounge on the basement floor, which is a lounge next to the bar in Tomota.

Inside, Xing Lei stood in front of the wall-mounted TV, and the six-person group sat on the sofa, but it was extremely quiet for a while, and no one spoke.

After a while, there was a knock on the door of the lounge, and then it was pushed open, and an American chef with a blue nose and a swollen face came in with a food cart, as if he had just been wronged, and the chef was still snorting from time to time.

Xing Lei suddenly asked, "Hey, Jason, how could you be beaten like this by Tomota with such a strong physique?" ”

Jason sniffled and said, "Who made him my distant uncle?" ”

As he spoke, he placed the food and utensils on the table one by one, and then withdrew.

After Jason left, Xing Lei pointed to the door and said to the six-person group: "This guy, in the past in the outside society, was also a very good killer, but after being accepted by the alliance and participating in training, now he can only be taken care of by his distant uncle, and he can only be a damn internal handyman in the back kitchen." ”

"And you, starting tomorrow morning, will be engaged in such training. If you don't want to be reduced to a handyman, just bear it. ”

In the end, Xing Lei smiled meaningfully, as if the scar on his face had come to life: "Now, you can enjoy this delicious dinner and then sleep early." ”