The chaos caused in the interrogation room did not buy the teenager much time to be free, and the policewoman reacted quickly, and the young man with weak legs was thrown to the ground by her back, and the male policeman pounced on him and handcuffed the teenager again.

But the back fall led to the death of the policewoman, the blade was against the neck, she resisted, her throat was pulled open, covered with her hands, the blood that came out did not slow down much, there was no main blood vessel at the front of the neck, but the trachea was cut, and the person could not breathe.

She collapsed, even if the surgeon was present, no suitable tools could save her, the blood vessel could be closed if it was broken, even if it was pinched with her fingers, the lungs were not working, and the lungs could be squeezed by artificial respiration and forced to inhale; but if there was a problem with the trachea, the best solution was to intubate the throat through an opening, and a powerful doctor could intubate the patient with a knife and a ballpoint pen, so that the patient could breathe through the pen, but that was only done under the premise that there was no problem with the trachea.

The trachea is elastic to a certain extent, which can ensure that it continues to work when the head is raised and bowed, and if it is broken, it will not only shrink down a little, but also become soft, which is extremely difficult to handle.

The policewoman was hopeless, her eyes were still open, twitching and trying to breathe, but even if she could still breathe, all that came to her lungs was blood from her throat.

The young man was lying on his stomach with his face on the ground, and the little girl knelt on the side with a frightened face, this is terrible, ordinary people are dead, as long as the body is disposed of, but killing the police is another matter, and it is another thing to kill the policeman in the police station, and there is a problem with the foot, and it is impossible to escape.

The handcuffs were tight, and the flesh was tightened, but the boy didn't care about these now, and he wrapped his arms from under his feet to the front while several policemen went to check on the policewoman.

The door was pushed open, and police officers rushed in and pounced on the teenagers who were trying to stand up, and their eyes were red with anxiety when they saw what was happening outside.

The young man's left foot still did not obey the call, his hands were cuffed, and it was even more inconvenient to move, so the little girl stepped forward to help him, and was knocked to the ground by the police who rushed in.

The interrogation room was in chaos, and more people pounced on the boy, crushing him down like an arhat, countless hands grabbing his limbs, like a scene in a horror movie.

It became difficult to breathe, his whole body hurt, the boy struggled, not to get out of trouble, just to survive, he wanted to make a little space for his chest, at least to breathe, but there was a weight of hundreds of kilograms on it, with his strength, it was impossible to even move.

His eyes began to bubble with gold stars, making him feel like he was falling into the sea, with countless small bubbles, constantly rising and bursting, and everything he saw began to change, as if he was slowly sinking to the bottom of the sea.

The little girl's cries were inaudible, and her strength was even more insignificant in front of these adults, trying to break away those who had suppressed the boy, but she was just kept being pushed to the ground.

The boy closed his eyes and waited for death to come, seeing or hearing nothing, the only thing that proved that he was alive was his thoughts, but that was also far away.

There was no piece of life flashing in front of him, nothing, he let out a soft breath, the air in his lungs had long been suppressed, and he didn't know where this breath came from.

Probably a sigh of the soul.

The chaos continued, and no one noticed the man who came out of the wall.

The Master came, leaving a human-shaped gap in the wall, neatly faceted, and he turned his head to look at the situation here, and walked towards the policemen stacked on top of each other.

"Who are you?" finally someone spotted him and stood up.

Master silently walked towards the man.

"Stop!" the policeman pulled out the cop and began to call for someone.

More people stood up.

Master continued to walk over.

The policeman reached out and grabbed Master's shoulder, but blood spurted out of his wrist, and when it squirted, it disappeared like his hand.

He fell, and the Master "passed" through his body, but the intersecting parts were all gone, leaving behind half a corpse, and being able to eliminate it did not mean that the Master's murder scene would be particularly clean, on the contrary, he only eliminated a part of the body, and disdained to clean up the other part, and the scene created was often more terrible than others.

Another person pounced on the master, trying to stop him by the waist, but the man's body "burrowed" into the master's body, leaving only two legs to fall to the ground.

Everyone was stunned, even the well-informed policeman had never seen such a sight.

"Ho-"

The boy took a deep breath, greedy enough to get all the air of the world into his lungs, and he felt the wind, the familiar wind that produced when the air was removed.

His vision slowly brightened again, and he could hear voices again, and he felt his body shake away, tilting his head to look at the little girl who was shaking himself desperately.

"Let's go. He struggled to sit up, and with the help of the little girl, he got up again, leaning against the wall.

All eyes were drawn to the master, and no one cared about him anymore.

The rain of blood did not appear, but the bloody wind cut hard, and the ground was soon stained red with blood, and the teenagers and little girls who were still not used to the smell were sick.

The policeman with the gun also came in, but it didn't help, the bullet, like the body, disappeared in front of the master, and as many people died, and the interrogation room was soon filled with mutilated corpses.

The entire police station was quiet, and those who were still alive were either afraid to come in or were calling for backup.

The master came to the young man, looked at him with disappointed eyes, then at his left foot, which was dragging on the ground, and turned to walk out.

It was a wicked person in the eyes of the world, "pure evil", but to the boy, the master was not so terrible, it was just a stern and a little scary.

The boy found the key to open the handcuffs, picked up two batons, and tied them tightly to his knees with a belt untied from the corpse, which was fixed and would not bend, so that there was support.

The two of them followed the master and walked out.

For the next few days, the boy did not exercise, he was lame, and his foot could not move, nor did he feel the pain.

The little girl massaged him every day, several times a day, for hours at a time, until he was sweating profusely, and sometimes he was so tired that he fell asleep on his lap, and the only thing the boy could feel was the warmth that came from those little hands, if not, he might despair.

He could still remember that warmth until many years later, and after that, no woman could give him that feeling.

A week later, the teenager went to the hospital, the massage did not work, and the acupuncture was the same, so he could only pin his last hope on surgery, but no matter how he examined it, the doctor could not find any problems.

"It could be psychological. That's what the doctor said.

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