(Cat flutter Chinese) "Bang!"

With a loud sound of the wooden door being kicked open, He Hao suddenly rushed in, and under the incredulous gaze of those people, he jumped up and kicked the doorman directly off the child.

Then at the moment of landing, He Hao stabbed out the mechanical arm, and the huge force directly stabbed the uneven metal shards on the arm into the doorman's abdomen.

The crimson blood dripped down at once.

Then He Hao shook his hand and swung the wooden thorn in his hand and slapped it on the top of the man's skull. The tremendous force caused it to snap with a crisp sound. Then the doorman fainted in a muffled grunt.

The old king rushed in with a pistol, and although his arm trembled with nervousness, it did not affect his deterrent effect on the group of survivors.

"Guns!" The principal's words shocked everyone, and they raised their hands one after another.

After the old king coerced the people, he pulled out the thorn from his waist, broke the rope that bound him, and released the child.

"No!" The old headmaster, the adults, and the other children hurriedly shouted in an attempt to stop the old king, but it was too late.

The escaped child soothed on the ground for a while, and when he regained his body, he looked at himself blankly, and when he realized that he was free, he fled like a cunning rabbit.

A man wearing a white T-shirt and a four-layer green shirt hurriedly chased out, and when he ran to He Hao's side, He Hao kicked his head with his injured leg, and he staggered sideways two steps before snuggling on the table, and then hugged it and fell together.

The old headmaster said with a pale face: "Who are you! What is this for? ”

"You pigs and dogs are not as good as that! Even such a young child should be mutilated! The old king was not in the mood to answer the old principal's words, and directly aimed his gun at him. After hesitating for a while, the trigger was not pulled. Because he is not a cruel man.

Then, the old king waved his hand to the group of children and said, "Children! Come with me! I'll get you out. ”

However, the group of children was indifferent. Just looked at him blankly, and then at the principal. They chose the latter.

And just when He Hao and Lao Wangtou were a little different, the walkie-talkie suddenly sounded, and in the dead silence and weird atmosphere, everyone was startled.

"Rustle...... He Hao! He Hao! Bang! …… Hee-hee-ha......" The walkie-talkie was at first Yang Bin's panicked shouts, but the next moment there was a gunshot and then a chaotic horror laugh.

A terrible word poured out of He Hao's mind in an instant-fission man!

"Yang Bin! Becky! He Hao yelled over the walkie-talkie, but there was no response.

"What's going on!" The old king panicked, but his muzzle never left the group.

The old principal's face changed suddenly, and he seemed to have guessed something and said, "Do you have companions in another building?"

"That'...... So what! After the old king approached the principal, he poked his heart with the muzzle of a gun and said.

The headmaster's face twisted, not knowing whether he was frightened by the old king's head or remembering something terrible, he withdrew a few steps and then sat down on the stool, and said no more.

He Hao knew that something was wrong, so he turned around and ran out. Seeing this, the old king hurriedly followed......

It takes about 1 minute to get from the main building to the old building. He Hao found a hole in an aluminum alloy window that Yang Bin, Xiaobei and others had hewn.

As they climbed inside, a strong smell hit their noses. The smell was the sour and rancid stench that comes from burying a corpse in a garbage heap for several days, and in this stench, there is also a peculiar fragrance, which is extremely familiar, but also somewhat unfamiliar......

He Hao and the old Wang Tou didn't care to think about this anymore, and when they sneaked into the house, they saw blackened pieces of shiny meat piled up in the corridor, and thin intestines and undistinguishable internal organs piled up in the dustpan in the corner.

There was an iron bucket in the middle of the hallway, and there was a fire burning underneath. Boiling boiling water flowed from under the thin aluminum sheets. When He Hao and Lao Wangtou slowly approached, the familiar fragrance became stronger and stronger......

Removing the aluminum plate, a swollen human head boiled in the boiling white water, which gurgled and rolled in the water, as if shaking its head......

The old king sat down on the ground in fright, and He Hao spun up and kicked the bucket to the ground. The head flew out of the tinkling bucket, and it fell to the stone floor with a 'snapping' sound. It didn't stop until it rolled over the wall, and the miserable white human head was bubbling with a mist and a slightly open mouth, as if shouting silently......

There is no scar on the skull, and it is not Becky. And this aroma turned out to be the aroma of boiled meat......

The old king gasped, but still didn't come back to his senses. He Hao picked him up and continued to move forward.

The stenching corridor was littered with stumps and bones, the stumps were skinned red, and the bones were boiled white.

The old king looked at those terrible things, and his heart beat a drum, he had seen broken corpses, but he had never seen so many. The bones are neither thick nor long, like those of children.

He Hao also swallowed his throat and forcibly endured the soreness in his throat.

The corridors of the old building are also not long, and the wooden doors of the classrooms are lined on both sides. In addition to hearing his own footsteps, He Hao could also hear the faint sound of slapping. The sound came from behind the wooden door beside him, and He Hao turned around to see that there was a large lock stained with blood rust hanging on the wooden door. He Hao took the gun from the old king's hand, smashed the lock open, and then pushed the door in, and saw a shocking scene.

In the dark room, there were many flashes of eyes.

More than 20 children, seven or eight years old, were naked and tied to the heater, they were very thin, so thin that only bones remained. They were lying on the ground, ribs with their ribs cut out. The stomach was swollen and seemed to be filled with fluid in it. The withered muscles clinged to the limbs, only as thick as fingers.

Their bodies were filthy and full of filth. It's on the hands, and it's on the lips......

When the group of children saw someone, their eyes widened and their mouths babbled, like a dying moan. They stretched out their withered palms to He Hao, as if they were asking for help.

And He Hao slammed them shut. He didn't dare to look at it anymore because he couldn't bear it.

The old king wanted to go in and save the children, but He Hao grabbed him by the collar and said, "Now is not the time to do these things!" ”

It's not that He Hao doesn't want to save those children, but Xiaobei hasn't found them yet, and he can't imagine what she can look like in this kind of hell, whether she will be like those children.

He Hao clenched his palms and clattered, and couldn't help but speed up his steps and went upstairs.

The environment on the second floor is very bright and tidy. The dry stone floor is not spotty. On the high windows on either side hung iron hooks, from which hung metal pencil cases, and in them were puddles of oil, soaked with burning cotton wire. There was a slight sour smell in the air, and He Hao already knew that the oil was human oil or corpse oil.

In the long and narrow corridor, there was no figure and no sound, and the silence was terrible.

He Hao sneaked against the wall, and through the window he saw that inside the classroom were stacked with desks close together, covered with countless clothes of various colors. At this moment he understood why there were so many naked corpses of children piled up in the corner of the playground......

At this moment, He Hao's mind was in a mess. roaring in his heart, no matter what kind of fission person the other party is, he will tear it to shreds! As many victims as there are torn into pieces!

Gradually, there was a sound at the end of the hallway. He Hao listened attentively, and the sound was the cheers of the children.

He Hao and Lao Wang Tou trotted over and climbed the roundabout staircase at the end of the corridor, which led to the rooftop.

The two of them climbed the stairs almost prostrately, and through the open door, they saw the condition of the rooftop. Everything before had already surprised him, and the sight was going to make him even more sluggish—

On the huge rooftop, more than 100 children of different sizes sat on the ground wearing thick clothes. A large bonfire is set up in the middle of the field in a ring. The fire was shining in the sky, and the stars were dancing. There is a huge iron frame propped up inside. There was a ** woman tied to it, not Xiaobei, but the woman who was dragged away in the fight before.

She had all her hair shaved and hung like a piece of white flesh on the fire. She wept weakly, her face distorted.

He Hao didn't dare to move, he hurriedly thought about the appearance of Xiaobei and Yang Bin in his mind, and in an instant, the Lag Mask locked them in the dark.

Xiaobei was holding a cloth in her mouth, and was thrown into the corner with her hands and feet tied. She looked at the campfire in horror and shivered.

Yang Bin was covered in blood and leaned on the ventilation iron throat on the rooftop, and the corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood. The face was covered with scratches. Alive, but in great pain.

At this moment, He Hao's hanging heart let go a little bit, and he still didn't act, as if he was waiting for a more suitable time to make a move......

Suddenly, the group of children cheered as if they were enchanted, and shouted in unison, "Chief! Chieftain! Chieftain! ”

Soon, a tall boy climbed onto the high platform that was personified by the desk. With scars on his round head and broad lips under his open garlic nose, he was smiling, but more like crying. After squinting his eyes and looking around at the children below, he raised his hand.

The rooftop fell silent, except for the crackling of firewood.

The so-called 'leader' jumped from the desk, and when he came to the group of children, he waved his hand again and shouted, "Warm welcome to the army division and return home safely!" "There is a sonorous and powerful word in the childish words.

Soon, another child came out from under the nearby water tower.

He Hao really saw that it was the boy he and Lao Wang Tou saved!

The 'Great Army' was still weak, but his eyes were shining. There seemed to be a magic force supporting him.

"Humph! Those old immortals still want my life! Thanks to my cleverness, I escaped after killing a teacher! "The Great Military Master tells unrealistic lies, but for simple-minded children, his words are like legends that make people believe in them.

"To celebrate the return of the Great Army! I'll give all my family a good meal tonight! The chief's words were like a salute for the celebration. As soon as the words fell, the children below once again burst into a wild cry.

Four twelve or thirteen-year-old older female classmates walked out of the crowd topless and clothed. Their faces were covered in blood, and their bodies were covered in blood. The blood was painted as a strange totem, like the primitive tribal dwellers.

Around the bonfire, they danced an untidy and unnamed dance. It's like swinging their limbs at will, dancing the most ideal dance steps in their hearts.

During this so-called ritual, the leader pulled a knife from his waist and stabbed the naked woman in the campfire without hesitation.

The blade stabbed into her chest, and her eyes widened in pain and she let out a terrible howl. The leader grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands, and then slashed down to the bottom, and in an instant, her internal organs flowed out of her body, and she hung her head......

The intestines fell off into the fire and made a sizzling sound. Blood was sprayed everywhere and even splashed on the faces of some of the children. But instead of the slightest fear, they smiled distortedly.

Innocence is gone, only the terrible absurdity remains.

He Hao stared at the boy who was called the leader, and he was dazed......

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