The flames burst out, like a bomb exploding from the inside of the bondage suit, tearing the tough bondage suit to shreds, and at the same time shaking the violent "roommate" out of the air.

Dielite got up from the ground, his body seemed to be a head shorter than before, pulled the corners of his mouth and looked at the "roommate" who was shocked with a pair of fanatical eyes. It was a bald-headed white man, shirtless, covered in dense scars, as if he had been cut by a thousand knives.

On closer inspection, the scars on this person's body were not irregular, but like counting, four parallel knife marks, plus a cross-cut knife mark. Four plus one is five, and at a glance, it is as if you are counting the days with your own body.

"Ah, it's surprising to find that the prey this time is still a superpower."

The man didn't seem to have suffered any damage from the explosion, but got up from the ground with a smirk, and at some point he had a sharp knife in his hand, which was a rudimentary weapon sharpened from iron sheets.

Dillett, who had switched to Braster's personality, just stared at the man, and the newly freed eyes faintly sparked to illuminate the dimly lit room.

"I'm Victor Sass, and given your abilities, I'll leave you a place here." Victor Sasse pointed to the tip of his knife at a patch of skin on his collarbone.

If he's not bragging, it means that every scar on his body is a human life. The dense scars mean that the person in front of him is an extremely ruthless murderer who has killed hundreds of people.

Brast didn't have the slightest fear, but stared at the scars on his body and said, "Do you like destruction?" ”

"You mean killing? Yes, I love it, the feeling of the blade slitting their throats and watching them struggle to die is literally orgasmic. Victor Sasse said excitedly.

Brast shook his head and said, "It's not killing, it's destruction!" Killing people is too boring, it's just a child's game. ”

Hearing this, Victor Sasse had a resentful expression on his face and said to Braster, "You dare to say that killing people is a child's game? Then I'll play this game with you slowly until you cry and beg me. ”

Brast sighed and said, "I thought I had found a fellow believer with the same noble pursuits as me, but it turned out to be another boring neurosis. ”

After saying this, Brast didn't wait for Victor Sasse to answer, and stretched out his hands behind him, and a violent explosion occurred in his palms. The wave of air pushed Braster towards Victor Sass at great speed, completely exceeding the limit of ordinary people's reactions.

Victor Sass is a murderer, but he doesn't have superpowers, and he can't react at all, so he is pressed in the face by Braster's hands. The palm of his hand was so powerful that it clasped his eyes and cheekbones, and it seemed to carry the afterglow of the violent explosion just now.

Without waiting for Victor Sass to struggle, he only felt a sharp pain hit, and the whole person was instantly blinded. The violent explosion was created directly in his face, completely destroying his face, revealing deep white bones.

With just one move, Victor Sasse was fatally wounded and fell to the ground in smoke. But Brast didn't stop there, and instead walked over to Victor Sass and crouched down.

"The scars on your body are a record of your murder, right? Why record this? Is it glory? Is it a hobby? Or is it because you have a bad memory? Brast said as he pressed his hand against his body.

"You know what? The world will eventually be destroyed, and this process is irreversible. Therefore, only destruction is eternal, the greatest art in the world, and the pursuit of the essence. Your penchant for killing is nothing to mention in the face of total destruction. So, let me give you a little bit of an artistic pursuit. ”

Brast pressed his hands on Victor Sass's body, and a series of tiny explosions appeared, burning the scar marks on his body into a black mass. Victor Sasse had as many scars as there were, and Brast pressed as many blackened marks as he could, as if he really wanted to destroy the murderous record that Victor Sasse cherished.

And even if there was such a big commotion in this ward, no one came to check on it. Obviously, the previous staff member wanted Victor Sasse to kill Dillett in order to "avenge" Harley Quinn.

People who work in mental hospitals are easily influenced by these madmen for a long time, and then they themselves slowly become mentally abnormal. What's more, this is Arkham Mental Hospital, and the perverts in it are probably the most terrifying and twisted in the world.

So it's no surprise that the staff at this place did anything.

Brast carefully destroyed all the murderous scars on Victor Sas's body, and then looked at his "work" with considerable satisfaction.

"Look, how peaceful everything is after the destruction, you don't have to worry about not counting anymore." Brast let out a squeaky laugh like a mouse.

After doing all this, Brast walked to the door of the ward, pressed the door with both hands, and blew the door away.

Looking at the winding corridor outside, Brast said excitedly, "Ah, the place in order is the most anticipated to be destroyed." ”

At this point, Braster's size seemed to shrink again, and his pants that had just fit were all dragging on the ground. Just as he was about to leave the room, a crisp sound appeared.

Brast looked back, and a metal ring rolled to his feet.

Curious to pick it up, the design of this ring is quite exquisite, and it is actually composed of two large and small metal rings that are tightly seamed. Six numbers 1 to 6 are engraved on the outer ring, and a small arrow is pointing to the number on the outer ring.

Brast curiously took it to his hand, and then turned the ring. The outer ring of metal spun rapidly, then came to a rapid halt. This time, the arrow points to the number 1.

Seeing this situation, Brast seemed to remember something, and said loudly: "No, this doesn't count, I haven't ...... yet"

But before he could finish speaking, his originally rickety body stood up straight again, and his body shape was rapidly returning to its original shape. And the original crazy expression gradually calmed down, but he closed his eyes and didn't have the slightest intention of breaking away.

This time, Dillett opened his mouth and hummed softly: "Looking back at that time in my youth, everything has passed, everything has changed. She was such a beautiful little girl, with sparkling eyes and curly blond hair.

On that summer night under the stars, she hoped that those people would go to hell as a tribute. a targeted bullet, a time bomb; All your struggles are in vain; You have nowhere to run, nowhere to run, nowhere to run......"

The rhythm of the song is so brisk that it is like a wedding march, but the lyrics are eerily chilling. Singing softly, Dillett walked out of the room with his eyes closed.

As the song faded away, a little maid appeared in the room.

Sarah looked at the charred corpse, took out a syringe, and injected the blood of the gods into it, and the charred wounds healed at a visible rate. But what is creepy is that Victor Sass's newly grown skin is overproliferated, enveloping his body as if it had become a cocoon wrapped in a membrane.

One by one, it seems that some kind of terrible life is pregnant in this cocoon.

"Subjects, the more the better." Sarah smiled, then turned transparent again.

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