Wuxin: "General Yan Ming is already on the plane that rushed to Zhouhai. ”

Mulder: "Heartless, I hope you understand that this is your last chance, don't mess things up." ”

Wuxin: "...... Got it. ”

"Doodoo Dot ......"

Mulder hung up the phone.

Listening to the blind voice coming from the microphone, his unfocused eyes flashed with a complicated look.

She quickly left the phone booth and walked towards the women's bathroom.

A dagger appeared in Wuxin's hand.

She pulled back from her waist, revealing the tight corset wrapped inside.

This girdle is not only as hard as iron to keep swords and bullets out, but also to hide the scars on Wuxin's body.

The girdle is untied.

Heartless waist, scarred.

There are cuts, gunshot wounds, scalds, sutured wounds......

Wounds are overlapping wounds, and the original appearance has long been lost, and there is no intact skin.

At a glance, you can also see that there are several gaps in Wuxin's waist.

Those notches looked like a few pieces of flesh were missing from their waists, and they looked weird and scary.

These wounds were densely packed on the waist, and they looked a little more hideous than the wounds on Mu Nian's body.

For these injuries, the heartless seems to have not been seen.

She drew the soft dagger from her wrist and stabbed it into her waist without mercy.

Before the blood could flow out, Wuxin held the dagger as if he couldn't feel the pain.

A piece of flesh on his waist fell on Heartless's wrist.

She frowned in pain, clenching her teeth in pain to prevent herself from making even a sound.

Her eyes were still the same indifferent, and she looked at the bloody flesh in her hand without emotion, as if this piece of meat was not hers.

The gushing blood stained her coat and pants red, dripping down her ankles and into the urinal.

She calmly inserted the dagger back, took out the medicine yarn that had been prepared long ago from her pocket and wrapped it around the wound.

It's as if you've done it a thousand times.

It seems that the uneven notches on her waist are the wounds left by the cuts.

How cruel do you have to be to yourself to be able to do this?

The medicine yarn should have been specially made, and it had just stopped bleeding shortly after it was reported.

These yarns were invented by Mudd to punish them and stop the bleeding quickly.

It can make them hurt, but it won't die.

After stopping the bleeding, Wuxin put on his clothes.

Because he was dressed in black, the blood stains were not obvious.

At this time, Wuxin looked down at the meat slice in his hand.

Her eyes flashed with unbearable struggle, and her mind seemed to recall some unbearable memories, and her body couldn't help but tremble with fear.

Suddenly, Wuxin's eyes were ruthless, his hands trembled, and he quickly stuffed the meat in his palm into his mouth and swallowed it into his stomach.

"Bang!"

She rushed out of the toilet with a pale face, and quickly went to the nearest phone booth despite the pain in her lower back, and dialed the same number again.

"Young Master De, I have already punished myself without intention."

For a long time, there was no Mulder's voice on the phone.

But the sound of excited breathing on the phone proved that Mulder had heard the unintentional words.

After a long while, just when Wuxin was about to vomit, Mulder's immature and innocent voice sounded: "Got it." ”

The words fell, and the phone hung up.

Wuxin couldn't stand the churning in his stomach anymore, so he dropped the earpiece and threw up the trash can next to him.

She vomited so ferociously.

The thin and small figure looks particularly distressing.

Good Samaritans stepped forward.