The first marshal of Wang Village: "Fuck, will this be a place for perverted Tibetans?"

There used to be a pervert in our village, who converted the cellar into this way, used medicine to stun the female college student and carried her back to the tractor, and then tied it with an iron chain, imprisoned in the basement as a tool to vent his desires, and when he got tired of playing, he directly killed and replaced it with a new one.

When the police found him, they found the bodies of seventeen young girls in the cellar, as well as three undressed, sluggish students.

I'm scared to death! ”

Donkey bold: "Grass! I really envy that pervert! ”

The first marshal of Wang Village: "......"

We were physically and mentally exhausted and didn't have the time to interact with the gags on the barrage, so we turned off our flashlights and walked through the dim lights of the aisle for fear of attracting attention.

On the ground, black blood stains could be vaguely seen, and it seemed that the person who was injured by Qin Yu's talisman had indeed entered here.

"Brother Da Chong, look."

Qin Yu suddenly exclaimed.

After we walked a distance, the road gradually opened up.

At the end of the aisle, there is an open underground palace, and there is a building in the southeast, northwest, and northwest corners. Looking at the appearance, it looks very similar to the factory building on the ground.

But the walls, ceilings, and even the iron doors and steps of these factories are very dark black. It's monotonous and oozing.

The doors of the two factories near us were closed and there were no windows on the top, and the two rooms far away also had two doors, but they were completely welded down and turned into completely top-secret cages.

God knows what's in there.

Four factory buildings, like four huge coffins, prostrate in the dim light.

But holding my breath, I could hear a very strange sound coming from the 'big coffin' on the right at the entrance, like a person vomiting, and like someone was running around pushing the bed.

It's ugly, it's disgusting, it's a defilement of people's ears.

But what Qin Yu let us see was not a certain factory, but the location in the middle of the four factories.

There is a circular stone altar with a large stone door on top of it.

Scarlet, full of eerie aura.

"This ......"

I pulled the drawings out of my arms.

The huge stone gate statue in the center, the four factories guarding the stone gate, are exactly the same as the second drawing sandwiched in Zhang Changkuan's book!

We're on the production floor!

I was ecstatic.

But at this moment, an extremely disgusting sound suddenly came from the factory on the right.

It's like someone is holding a toilet plug and unclogging a sewer pipe.

"Two!"

Yuan Yuan on Ah Zhu's shoulder suddenly pulled her hair and chirped.

According to Yuan Yuan's prompt, we were stunned to find that at the door, on the brown-yellow ground, there was a little black bloodstain.

Even on the doorknob, there is still black blood that has not dried up.

When we were playing house games, the people who were hiding next door and spying on us entered this factory!

There is no keyhole on the iron door, and I am still worrying about how to break into the door, Qin Yu tentatively pulled the handle, and actually opened the door.

We looked at each other, both a little stunned.

In such a hidden place, the door was not locked, did the owner of the black blood escape too hastily and forgot to lock the door, or did it deliberately, waiting for the prey to take the bait?

It took a lot of hard work to find the production workshop, no matter how dangerous it was, it could only break through.

I asked Qin Yu and Ah Zhu to step aside, opened the door a crack, and stretched out my head to look inside.

I've imagined countless scenes, but I never imagined that the inside of the door would be like this.

It's a small clinic inside!

A fat woman in a nurse's uniform sits at the front desk, impatiently buttoning her fingernails.

Behind her, there was a long corridor with several doors to the left and right, and from time to time patients with bandages would come and go.

The owner of the black blood was too badly injured and fled here to be treated, or was his identity a doctor in the hospital?

Zhang Changkuan's skin was skillfully peeled off by the skinning murderer, if the black blood owner was the skinning murderer, he was fully capable of being the identity of the clinic doctor.

But the well ...... Why is there such a clinic, and where do the patients come from?

I saw a lame patient, bouncing up and down the corridor on crutches, and it was impossible for such a person to climb down the shaft.

Everything, it's too unbelievable.

Shuai Bafang: "Turtle and turtle, the current horror park is really foreign, and it is equipped with a small clinic, so my mother no longer has to worry about me being scared out of heart disease and having nowhere to see a doctor." ”

Handsome little fool: "It's hard to say that this is a black clinic engaged in organ trading." That's why it's arranged in such a secluded place.

Last time, in order to buy an Apple X, I asked an intermediary to sell a kidney. As a result, he took me to a very hidden cave for surgery, and now that I think about it, I feel scared......

Fortunately, after they cut off two kidneys, they cut more than a dozen organs and let me go, otherwise I would be really dangerous......"

Niuniu is stupid and sweet: "What are you bragging, do you know how many organs there are in the human body?" After being cut off more than a dozen organs, you died a long time ago, and you can still watch the live broadcast here? ”

Handsome little fool: "How do you know that I'm not dead?" ”

Niu Niu is silly and sweet: "......"

The sailors seemed to think that the strange scene in front of them was almost meaningful, and the executioners of all sections of the road went into battle together, making up all kinds of ghost stories and posting them on the public screen.

I glanced at it a little, and my liver hurt with fear.

After the three of them hesitated, they still pushed the door and entered the clinic.

The dagger was hidden under my wrist, and I could pull it out at once if I had an accident.

"Who's sick?"

The woman at the front desk was not at all surprised to see us come in.

Skimming us, he continued to button his nails.

There was a lot of black stuff between her fingernails, dirty and disgusting.

"I ...... Miss Nurse, the guy who came in before us, do you remember who it was? ”

The fat nurse gave me a blank look: "Why do you ask so many words when you are sick?" If you are not sick, get out of here, don't waste your mother's time. ”

As far as the attitude of the fat nurse is concerned, the hospital outside can receive at least 500 complaints a day.

"I ...... My liver hurts......"

I cursed in my heart and made up an excuse on my lips.

"It's so useless at a young age......"

The fat nurse spat on the ground in front of me, and then glanced at Qin Yu and Ah Zhu: "The two little hooves are not fuel-efficient lamps, so it's no wonder you came here." “

With that, she took out a number plate from the drawer and put it in my hand.

The number plate says '4'.

I shook my head helplessly.

Along the way, no matter what you do, you can always have something to do with 4.

"Go inside, wait in the second clinic on the left."

When we were about to enter the corridor, the fat woman suddenly said with bad intentions: "Useless boy, don't blame me for not reminding you, don't go into the room at the end of the corridor, otherwise your illness is not just impotence."

I was about to ask again, but the fat woman hooked her head and didn't pay any more attention to me.

There were four rooms on the left and right of the hallway, which were dilapidated and dirty, and the smell of disinfectant and wood was so moldy that tears were going to flow down the eyes of smokers.

On the wall at the end of the hallway, there is a closed door with the words "Operating Room" written on it.

It was pitch black and there were no lights on, and it seemed to be the place where the fat woman warned us not to go.

The light was dark, it wasn't like someone was having surgery, and I don't know why she warned us not to go in.

The first room on the left is a pharmacy for taking medicine, the second is a doctor's office, and the other two are utility rooms.

There are benches at the door for people to sit and wait.

The four rooms on the right were all patient rooms, and I glanced at them quietly, and there were people living in each room.

It is even more difficult to find the master of the black blood from so many people than to ascend to the sky.

But I found it strange that all the people lying in the ward were women, and most of them had blue noses and swollen faces.

On the bench of clinic No. 2, four people were seated.

A man who kept his head down and smirked, crazy, and looked like he had some mental problems.

A greasy bald middle-aged man, from the moment we saw him, he was scolding with his head down, and he didn't stop for a moment.

The degree of bad breath is comparable to the big sunglasses on the No. 4 bus.

A well-mannered-looking man, with glasses, his face buried in his lap, but his body trembled.

There is also a noble lady about thirty years old, who is very exquisitely dressed and dressed very luxuriously, and the clothes on her body add up, to say the least, it is six figures. How could such a rich person come to such a place to see a doctor?

I was a little surprised.

The lady did not seem to be very happy, her brow furrowed, and from time to time she hammered her belly with her hand.

She has a good figure, but her belly is slightly bulging, which is a little incompatible with her perfect figure.