The facial expression was hideous and terrifying: "Cut their bodies open, and then pour the food into their bodies and sew them up." ”

The liquor was almost unlistening, and it was a punch to Jock's head.

Jock was a little stunned by the beating, and then he noticed that he was out of shape, and quickly restrained his expression and tone: "I'm sorry, I was a little out of shape just now, you shouldn't have heard what I said just now." ”

Baijiu touched Jock's cheek slightly: "Don't care about other people's eyes and words, you just need to know... In my eyes... You are the best. ”

Jock was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted.

He didn't look at Baijiu's face, and he didn't look over his head to leave, but he was grabbed by Baijiu's arm.

"The most important thing for you now is to go back to the hospital to check the wound and come with me."

After saying that, Baijiu grabbed Jock's arm and pulled him away in the direction of the hospital.

Jock glanced at the small, limp hand on his arm.

And the warm temperature.

Unlike when he was imprisoned in a small dark room, he only felt a cold breath.

And the Grim Reaper was approaching him step by step, even grabbing his throat.

This is the first time... For the first time, he felt the warmth coming from someone else's palm.

How to put it, it's this feeling that can make people feel at ease.

Jock didn't even know what he had been thinking about along the way, until he was taken back to the hospital by Baijiu.

Another doctor took her for a check-up, while Baijiu waited quietly at the door of the ward.

Suddenly, a gray-haired teenager walked up to him, wearing a mask on his mouth.

When he passed by Baijiu, Baijiu inexplicably felt that the young man seemed to look at her.

Baijiu turned his head a little puzzled, but only saw the back of the young man.

But he didn't think much about it, just as he was a patient who came to the hospital to see a doctor.

The boy turned a corner and entered a break room.

A young man with white hair and green eyes was sitting on a couch.

Lu Xiaoling glanced at the gray-haired young man standing at the door and said lightly: "How did you do what I asked you to do?" ”

The gray-haired boy said disdainfully: "Don't worry." ”

After saying that, the gray-haired boy squatted down and touched his hands on the ground, and suddenly something like a coffin rose from the ground.

He opened the coffin, holding something in his hand and putting on makeup for something that looked like a doll inside the coffin.

What was originally a white puppet-like doll turned out to be like a stand-in for another person after being manipulated by a black-haired boy.

Inside the coffin lay a woman in a nurse's uniform.

At this time, the woman inside was tightly closing her eyes.

The gray-haired young man looked at Lu Xiaoling: "This is what you want." ”

Lu Xiaoling nodded and waved at the gray-haired boy: "Thank you so much for your help." ”

The gray-haired boy didn't say anything and slowly exited the door, but at the last moment he exited, his gray pupils suddenly glanced at Lu Xiaoling.

As if he was recording something, he quickly withdrew his eyes and closed the door.

All of a sudden, the whole lounge was quiet and scary.

Lu Xiaoling raised his feet and walked towards the coffin, he stretched out his hand and slowly stroked the little person in the coffin.

As if talking to himself: "Even if the appearance changes, the habit will not change after all... Even the things that are used regularly are exactly the same. ”