The corpse's shoulder joints made a "crunching" sound, which was particularly loud and creepy because the flesh and skin had been gnawed off.

Sun An held the corpse's arm with both hands, stepped on the right side of the corpse with his right foot, and pulled it up hard, his mouth and chin were full of the other party's blood, but his expression was very calm, just pulling it out wholeheartedly.

Quack - squeak -

The tooth-aching sound became less and less, until the joint was completely tightened, and it was stalemate for a few seconds, and with a "snap", the right arm was pulled out, and the broken nerves and blood vessels hung down at the fracture.

Sun An took this pale hand, walked to the iron fence, squatted down, and stretched out his hand.

Of course, he bites people not to eat meat or drink blood, but simply because he needs this "helping hand", there is skin and muscles to pull, it is almost impossible to pull out an arm by manpower, it is relatively simple to bite off the muscles, and scratching the throat is to bleed, reduce blood pressure, and avoid too much blood spraying on himself when he bites his shoulder.

Of course, this is also to deter those people, he can reach the weapon with this broken arm, but he can't cover everyone's mouth with his broken palm, and those people must be afraid, scared to the point of incontinence, so afraid that they dare not continue to carry out their plan.

This is the only way Sun An can come up with a response.

His arm, plus the man's arm, was long enough to reach the weapon, and after practicing a few times, Sun An used the fingertips of the severed arm to pick up the sharpened plastic stick.

Throwing away the broken arm, Sun An untied the bloody gauze on the plastic stick and walked to the toilet.

The two men who were cowering next to the toilet were like ghosts, and they made a whoosh sound in their throats as if they were crying, and they crawled away, and did not dare to go to the other end of the compartment, so they had to cling to the iron fence, eager to turn into soft objects and get out of the gap.

Sun An threw those bandages into the toilet, flushed them away, and walked to the bald strong man who was already unconscious from pain with the plastic stick, squatted down, and said, "I'm sorry, you still have to carry this pot." ”

After speaking, he poked the plastic stick into the strong man's stomach, exposed the small half outside, picked up the broken arm, pressed the fingerprint on the plastic stick, turned the broken arm again, wiped it next to the sweaty mouth with the root, picked up a piece of meat he bit off and stuffed it into the big man's mouth, pinched the big man's lower bar, let him chew it, and then returned to the toilet and flushed the water again.

Walking up to the two people who were already full of tears in fright, Sun An stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the clothes." ”

The two of them snorted and hurriedly took off their clothes.

Sun An only took one of them, walked to the toilet, dipped some water in it, wiped the blood on his face, wiped it on his chin, teeth, and the inside of his mouth, wiped his hands clean, and shaved a piece of minced meat from between his teeth with his fingernails and bounced it into the toilet, then threw the clothes to the two people again, and said coldly: "Put it on." ”

The two hurriedly put their clothes back on.

"They beat each other to death, and whoever sees it wrong will bear the consequences. Sun An returned to the corner opposite the toilet, sat down, hugged his knees, and sat calmly.

The smell of blood spread, and when Sun An sat down, the tense nerves of those people finally relaxed, and one person rushed to the toilet, hugged the toilet, and vomited "wow".

This sound seemed to have magical power, causing everyone's stomach to contract violently, and the toilet was immediately surrounded, and the person who grabbed the toilet was actually unlucky, because the people who couldn't hold it vomited on themselves or them, but the slow ones didn't suffer.

The sour smell slowly mixed with the blood, and the vomiting effect was better, and I vomited out at dinner overnight.

Only Sun An was unaffected, and he also had some blood on his body, but he was probably the cleanest person in the detention room, and he vented it, and now he was physically and mentally comfortable, and he remembered the feeling of grievance when he fought with the honeycomb in the rain, compared to it, he was the real him now.

"You have to give away what you need to give away as soon as possible to live more comfortably...... he thought with his eyes closed.

The specific operation has not yet been decided, the disembowelment operation must be under general anesthesia, and he will be completely defenseless at that time, and if he is taken advantage of by Veres's people, he can be captured without much effort.

Originally, I planned to wait for the injury to heal, and let Bai Cheng arrange this operation - it was no longer realistic to go to the hospital, it was too easy to have all kinds of problems, and donating a liver had to be registered in various ways, and it was easy to be found by people looking for him, so this matter had to be done secretly.

But now it seems that it is unrealistic to wait for the injury to heal, and he may suffer more injuries later, and he avoided liver injury when fighting with the woman who played with blood, and then he didn't dare to guarantee that he would not be injured, and Bai Cheng's strength was weakened, and the people who had been following him were replaced, and they couldn't be trusted 100%, and it would be over if they leaked the news.

You also have to rely on the strength of the squad, with Lance and Vanessa to protect you, and the possibility of the enemy trying to take advantage of the situation is greatly reduced.

By the way, there is also the ability of the boss, which is also a reliable guarantee, and there is no need to prepare even the operating room.

Thinking of the boss, Sun Andong felt relieved, and he was a little drowsy again.

But the door to the detention cell suddenly opened, and he slammed into the wall behind him, driving away his sleepiness.

"I heard someone screaming, what's going on!" Zheng Liang walked into the detention room with a team of policemen with a smug smile on his face, "If you dare to make trouble at the police station, I will never be polite to anyone, who is so ......"

Seeing the sea of blood in the first compartment, his smile froze on his face, and his voice swallowed back into his stomach, fixed on the door like a statue.

The faces of the policemen who followed behind also changed, and Li Shengwei was also one of them, he immediately found Sun An who was shrinking in the corner, and saw Sun An hugging his knees and shrinking in the corner, looking up at them with a calm expression.

"Open the door, let me out! I don't know anything!" A person in the second compartment rushed over and slammed into the iron gate of the compartment, screaming with a scream, his hand stretched out, almost touching Zheng Liang, his head and body squeezed out desperately, his face was squeezed out of shape, and his eyes were almost squeezed out of his sockets.

Director Zheng was taken aback, he was obese, he was able to jump back flexibly and hit the policeman behind, but fortunately he was supported, otherwise he would probably fall out of the door.

"What are you doing, go back!" Immediately a policeman came up to him, guarded the director, drew his baton and was about to hit the man's hand.

But more people rushed over, hit the iron fence, stretched out their hands, as if grasping for a life-saving straw, desperately reaching out, and at the same time shouting: "Let us out!"

Except for Sun An, the corpse, and the unconscious person, all the people in the cubicle were in the same state, desperately drilling out.

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