Chegalle. The Bissandi* were scattered all over the house, some detached from the body, like the right hand of the other day, and some were still attached, through the nerves and fascia that were as tough as wires.

Old Andreana pursed her lips and retracted her legs back into the frame of the chandelier, under which were cylindrical strips of flesh that swayed slowly in the air, looking like the most common tube sponge, its tip was purple like the tube sponge, with nails, holes at the ends, and tiny tentacles sticking out, and the inner cavity was full of corrosive acid, and the purple gradually decreased along the outer wall of the tube, and it could be seen that they were originally just blood vessels, The chaos was like a basket of tampered yarn and crawling through the healthy-toned pink skin, each one clearly visible, and as for the skin, his skin hadn't been so smooth since Chegalle had fattened himself — it was almost enough to shoot a skin care commercial.

A round mole sprang out of this beautiful envious skin, small a few seconds ago, too large to ignore a few seconds later, it grew to the size of an ancient silver coin in an instant, and then, a few veins that passed through it ruptured, and purple-black blood flowed out, and was immediately absorbed into the skin, and both Dr. Hopkins and old Andreana saw it—a tiny crack was creating in that mole, a black crack, which stretched out on both sides, sparsely, The centipede's bristle-like sparse, hard gray hair flipped out of the inside of the crack, and finally, it blinked and opened.

"Chegaral!" Old Andreana cried out excitedly, while Dr. Hopkins remained cautiously silent, he was right, just a moment. More eyes appeared, and they resembled foam from boiling rice porridge, one next to the other, the larger ones the size of a human palm, and the smaller ones—they were densely packed together. It was like a handful of small living tan mushrooms—two thick, sausage-colored lips that flipped open in the dense forest of eyes, teeth touching eyelashes, fat tongues peeking out of the cracks of the black holes, white Sensen's teeth embedded in the flowing bones on the surface of the skin, the tips pointing towards the ceiling. There were 100 or 200 of them, which is more than human beings should have.

A young man landed lightly beside Dr. Hopkins, his face masculine and his upper body,* bat-like wings sticking out from his shoulder blades. The four wings, two large and two small, were very strong and could easily carry his bony body.

Chegalle had dug up from a secret private prison (or collection) where no one knew but that he was good at killing people with that tongue, which could stick out up to five feet long and pierce the bulletproof glass of the president's car — not that he had a brilliant experience. However, he did use this to kill a lot of the more wary big guys, and by the way, he was a ballet dancer and a semi-public prostitute before he had the ability. He usually takes the initiative to strip himself before entering the chambers of the gold lords with special fetishes, but no one guesses that he can hide his weapon in his body until one lucky person escapes.

Immediately after that, they smelled the smell of roasted meat.

A flame scorched the flesh that covered the door, and the burnt smell was so sweet and thick that it was appetizing, and the pieces of meat hissed in dissatisfaction. The middle-aged man in the room took the opportunity to jump out of the burned hole, and he cleverly used his own flame to open the way. Not a chance to give the grunting flesh full of anger and appetite, and the place he passed was almost the same as the enlarged oven - it reminded him of his mother. His mother was a lazy woman, the oven in the house was never cleaned, and after a long time, the bottom layer, sides and top of the oven were like the floor, walls and ceilings laid in front of him, and they were filled with a thick mixture of grease and coke, which felt like unrefined oil had been inserted into it, and he was often locked up in it when he was very young, and when he grew up, his mother put him in the refrigerator, and he lit the first flame in the black hole of the refrigerator.

Fire was such a good thing that he later learned how to set the human body on fire even if he stood far away, and while banknotes and checks would have been burned, gold, platinum, and diamonds would have been left behind.

Two Poseidon Island men followed him closely, their noses pressed against his back, and flames surrounded them.

The flesh followed him, spitting corrosive saliva on his heels.

In addition to them, the one who managed to escape with her life was a woman, she had an unremarkable face, she was just a stranger like many people in the institution, she had no criminal record, Chegalle took a fancy to her only because her hearing was very outstanding, she could not only hear a slight sound in a distant place, but also accurately identify its type, direction and distance, old Andreana had strengthened her training in a certain aspect, and now she could even detect the sound of someone opening the trigger safety a mile away, which made her sleep quality deteriorate, But it became more useful—she was the first to discover the strange lump of flesh—and it crossed hands on the ceiling of her room, and she fled from it to Anthony, whom she thought was reliable and gentle. Dr. Hopkins sought asylum.

Anthony. Hopkins immediately woke up old Andreana, and by the time they returned to the hallway, meat had taken up half of the house.

"Who are they?" The young man asked. He already had a point in his mind, but he didn't want that name to come out of his mouth.

The doctor turned around and put his index finger on his lips, and the young man immediately closed his mouth.

The criminals were afraid of him, although Anthony. Dr. Hopkins seems to be a lovely and amiable gentleman, but there are people who are dangerous enough to show off without shouting or waving their fists, especially for people like them, who are the most sensitive to the breath of beasts.

When the young man was in prison, he had seen one or two fellows who were said to have eaten the same kind, but he didn't think they were terrible at all, but thought they were cowards. They threaten and intimidate others with the fact that they have eaten one or two children or women, but when they are bitten off a few pieces of meat, they cry and pee their pants.

The mouth in the jungle of eyeballs moved, "Andreana." It shouted in a low voice, full of emotion.

"Chegar?" Old Andreana lowered her head inquiringly, her feet stopped shaking for a moment, and several tentacles sprang up quickly and quietly, and wrapped themselves around her feet—the woman hiding behind Hopkins gasped patiently—the tentacles were as thin as woolen threads, but strong enough to overturn old Andreana whole. The chandelier shook violently and creaked and rattled - Beelzebub's old mother showed the courage and vigor that a man from Poseidon Island would also admire, and between the lightning and flint, she stretched out a foot and wrapped itself around the chandelier's chain, the metal chain grinding through her bare skin, and blood crawling down her flabby-skinned calves until she crawled into her loose pajama pants.

The fresh blood stimulated the flesh, and they were greatly invigorated, manifested in the wave-like surface and more tentacles.

They still didn't dare touch Anthony. A small area in and around Hopkins, but not old Andreana, who had dropped her gun during the raid (though it wasn't of much use), an upside-down old woman, bare-handed, the tentacles under her head gleefully seemed to be invited to a free barbecue, the other tentacles were busy banging on the windows, and the walls, and the people who were still alive smelled a strong smell of acetation, "They want to get out." The young man said that the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows was making a ziz sound, that every part of Chegalle's residence had been reinforced for safety, and that the glass was the same, but it was visibly softening.

"Andreana?" Dr. Hopkins asked, looking up.

"Okay!" Old Andreana shouted: "That's it, do it!" She gasped and wrenched a tentacle that wanted to gouge out her eye: "May Our Lady bless you!" ”

The doctor half-knelt down, he stretched out his hand, and the meat stepped back in panic, but it was too late, the ghoul's slender pale fingers touched them, and the highly active special metabolites were injected into the flesh from the small spikes protruding from the non-human fingertips, this thing could fill an entire encyclopedia of marine biotoxins if explained in detail, so we just need to know that it is a highly toxic and extremely fast-spreading alkaloid, it can block nerve conduction, that is, as long as it is used properly, It is the best anesthetic.

Five minutes agoAnthony. Hopkins was going to use this, but old Andreana disagreed, if Chegalle was still a person, I mean, and the basic shape of a human being, it would be safer to use this toxin, but now that Chegalle has become a room full of meat, who knows if this natural anesthetic will directly kill him or ruin him somewhere?

Can be delayed any longer, Chegal. Bisandi may eat up half of Poseidon Island, maybe more?

The flesh fell silent one by one, clinging to the window, and the walls and the tentacles of old Andreana hung down as softly as hair, coiled together, looking like a swarm of snakes, more like noodles.

Old Andreana broke free from the life-saving metal chain, and she jumped from the chandelier and stepped boldly on the flesh that slept like a baby, the flesh under the bare soles of her feet that was elastic, warm and smooth, with a slight tremor and undulation.

One eye looked up through the gap between her toes, and then she saw a mouth, a mouth that was normal except for the long part, and then she heard a familiar voice: "What's the matter?" Andreana? ”

(To be continued) (To be continued)

ps: Work ing - don't say it, it's all tears when you say it - two or three more tomorrow.

The forecast is still coming day by day, who knows where the leader's brain is open?