Chapter 61: Olem Asylum (5)

Zila, zila.

The incandescent light overhead suddenly went out, and the seven-foot green shirt could only feel that it was getting dark in front of him.

When it comes to sudden darkness, it takes a few minutes for the human eye to adapt.

Due to the rapid change of light, the optic nerve cannot be imaged in a short period of time, that is, the two of them are now equivalent to blind people.

What happened?

The thought immediately rose in the mind of the seven-foot green shirt, but the next moment, the roar that resounded in his ears instantly made him leave those unnecessary thoughts behind.

Only by running out can you have a chance to live, otherwise, you will die!

Recalling the location of the gate in his memory, the seven-foot green shirt stumbled over.

Bumping and bumping all the way, the seven-foot green shirt felt that his thighs might have been bruised, but he never dared to stop.

Finally, the cold touch of the doorknob came from his palm.

Crunch.

The door was pushed open with a "bang", and then the seven-foot green shirt rushed out.

Although there was no light in the corridor, because the corridor was relatively empty, the sparkling natural light projected from the window barely restored the vision of the seven-foot green shirt.

"Ahh

In front of him, a patient wrapped in gauze was reaching out and lunging at him.

"Damn it!"

The fingers of the seven-foot shirt quickly touched the trigger, and for a moment, he thought he was going to shoot.

But...

The remnants of his sanity still reminded him that this shot was too unworthy to be wasted on the patient.

"Whew."

Giving up the idea of shooting, the seven-foot shirt took a deep breath, and then rounded his arms.

Click.

It was the crisp sound of bones shattering.

The next moment, the barrel of the shotgun slammed into the patient's skull, and the tremendous force slammed him directly into the wall to the side.

"Ahhh

The patient was still yelling, only this time, his voice sounded so miserable.

However, the crisis is not over.

Although a patient fell, behind him, the figures of five or six patients in succession also came into the eyes of the seven-foot green shirt.

"Damn, unlucky batch!"

scolded uncleanly, and the seven-foot green shirt looked around in panic.

The corridor in front of him had been blocked by the patients, and it was impossible to escape from there.

But the good thing...

The seven-foot green shirt looked to his side, and around the corner, the other corridor looked empty and empty.

"Wife, pull me tight!"

A flash of joy flashed in the eyes of the seven-foot green shirt, and a smile appeared on his face, he shouted behind him without looking back, and then ran towards the corridor where there was no one with ten miles of red makeup.

Click, click.

The sound of hurried footsteps broke the silence.

The seven-foot green shirt continued to accelerate, and even the ten-mile red makeup behind him couldn't keep up.

But he still didn't dare to stop for a moment, because behind him, the patients were still following them closely.

However, judging by the sound, the patients don't seem to be running very fast.

Turning his head to look, the seven-foot green shirt only saw behind him, and the figures of the patients were gradually pulled away.

Even some of them were too slow, and they had turned into small black dots in his field of vision.

"Husband, turn the corner ahead, be careful of hitting the wall."

Just when the seven-foot green shirt wanted to invite merit, he suddenly heard the voice of Shili Red Makeup.

“OK!”

Hearing this, he immediately turned his head and made an OK gesture at the same time.

Ahead, is the hope of life!

The two of them were full of excitement in their hearts, and by this time, they had come to the corner.

The seven-foot green shirt twisted his footsteps, and his body changed direction, and he was about to turn the corner.

However...

His pupils shrank suddenly, as his eyes caught the corner of the corner where a hand holding some sharp object suddenly stretched out!

The tip of the object was still shining with a cold light.

Immediately afterward, another hand reached out, and in that hand was holding a hammer that shimmered with silver light.

Bang!

The hammer struck the tip of the sharp object, and at this time, the seven-foot green shirt finally recognized that it was a long nail.

And the landing point of the nail is......

"No!"

The seven-foot shirt looked at the sole of his foot in horror, and shouted in a mournful voice.

Poof.

The next moment, the force of the long nail wrapped around the hammer instantly pierced the surface of his feet!

"Ahhh

A sharp pain came, and bright red bloodshot appeared in the eyes of the seven-foot green shirt.

And if he could see his face at this time, he would notice that the veins on his forehead were also raised.

However, the seven-foot green shirt is not the same as before.

"Who the fuck are you?"

He roared angrily, holding back the pain in his heart, and with a force of his palm, he held up the barrel of the gun and aimed it at the figure in the white coat.

However...

"I'm ten miles of red makeup! What are you doing? ”

The squatting figure suddenly raised his head, and what appeared in front of him was his girlfriend's face that was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar.

"How is that possible?"

The face of the seven-foot green shirt changed from rage to disbelief, and he felt the warmth that still remained in his palm, and he involuntarily looked behind him.

......

[Makeover: Ten miles of red makeup has been used, and the current remaining number of times is: 0. 】

Hearing the sound of the prompt in his ears, Yun Fan grinned and showed a silent smile.

When people see something that is obviously contrary to common sense, even if they have a certain judgment in their hearts, they will still have doubts in their subconscious.

Just like now, the seven-foot green shirt knew that the self in front of him could not be really ten miles of red makeup, but he still looked back.

And this also invisibly gave Yunfan a chance.

Sou!

Raising the silver-white hammer, Yun Fan swung it out abruptly, and his target was the hand of the seven-foot green shirt holding the handle of the gun.

"She's not me!"

Turning his head, the seven-foot green shirt only saw the face full of confusion written in Shili Red Makeup.

"I'm the real thing!"

And behind her head, an identical female voice sounded.

The seven-foot green shirt thinks that he will not be so stupid that he can't even hear his girlfriend's voice!

But why, does it all sound the same?

He was confused.

And at this time...

Sou!

There was a sound of breaking wind, followed by...

Gaba.

A crisp crack of bone was heard.

The next moment, the seven-foot green shirt felt that his fingers were broken!

Syllable!

The shotgun fell to the ground, making a sound of steel colliding with tiles.

"Ahhh

The seven-foot shirt wailed, his eyes widened, and he looked back at his girlfriend in a white coat.

"Seven-foot green shirt, meet again."

And this time, a deep male voice appeared in his ears that could never be forgotten.

In front of his eyes, his girlfriend's face distorted, and then, it turned into a face without facial features.

"You're a stranger?"

Connecting the figure in front of him with the frost-covered clown, the seven-foot green shirt immediately gained insight into the true identity of the executioner.

"Yo, you didn't expect to remember me?"

Yun Fan was a little surprised, but he didn't expect this guy to have a good memory.

"Then next, it's the knee!"

Suddenly swinging the hammer, and Yun Fan's voice suddenly turned into a soft and glutinous voice with red makeup.

Looking at this faceless man who spoke in his girlfriend's voice, the seven-foot green shirt only felt a tingling scalp.