Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 722: eat

The last word got stuck in her throat. The woman had a mouth full of fat, her pupils dilated slowly, and she realized that she had said the wrong thing.

Women can get rid of hypnosis so quickly, which I did not expect before, but I have already got the answer I want.

"Human flesh is actually delicious? Why? Have you ever eaten human flesh?" With a playful smile on my face, I stared at the woman who was close at hand.

Most of her body was leaning on the back of my chair, and the two of us were very close, like a young couple who are tired of being together.

The plump and plump lips were greasy, and the woman was completely flustered by my sudden question, and she even forgot to chew.

The snow-white teeth are covered with meat moss, and the fat dipped in sauce is matched with her thick lips. The picture is unspeakably weird. She is like a cannibal witch, with a wildness on her body .

Shoulders are about to touch each other, I can smell the smell of meat on the woman's body, this smell even surpasses the meat on the table.

"What did you say?" The woman swallowed the piece of meat in her mouth with difficulty, her tone was cold, her body was thrown back, as if she had been poured cold water on her head, and she no longer had any interest.

"I'm just kidding, why do you take it seriously?" I seemed to have spotted a prey beast, grabbed the woman's shoulders, and pulled her in front of me. Each other's breathing: "I suddenly don't want to eat."

"Freshly made meat." The woman's voice paused, and my attitude changed too quickly, which made her uncomfortable.

"Let's go, let's go to the bedroom." I stood up, my eyes fixed on the woman's face: "I found something more delicious now."

The hot and aggressive eyes dyed the woman's neck a blush, and she obediently led me by the sleeve and walked towards the bedroom.

"Little guy, eat more outside." I rubbed Li Ming's head, grabbed the good and evil Shura mask on the table with one hand, and put it on again.

Pushing open the bedroom door, the woman grasped the edge of her blouse with oily palms. She pouted and leaned against the wall, kicking the wooden door with her heel: "Come in."

The bedroom is narrow and cramped, with a double wooden bed occupying most of the area. The windows in the house are blocked by red bricks, the air is not circulating, and there is a faint fishy smell left.

The sheets and bedding are all clean, but there are two empty plates on the bedside table, and there are a few bones that have been gnawed clean on the plates.

The woman's body is very soft, she threw the coat aside, her skin is white and fat: "You are really interesting, there are only two of us in this room, why are you wearing a mask? Do you have a hobby for this?"

In a private space, the sound of the opposite sex's breathing raised the temperature, and the woman's eyes were a little blurred. She put her fingers between her lips, sucking the remaining oil on it. Maybe seeing that I was motionless, she came over voluntarily, and stretched out her pale fingers towards the zipper of my coat.

"It's just the two of us in the room, no one can see..." At the same time as the woman stretched out her hand, I raised my right hand. She didn't know what I was going to do, so she took the initiative to approach me and leaned in front of me.

"Yeah, no one can see." My voice became colder, and my speed suddenly accelerated, I grabbed the woman's neck, took a step forward, and pressed her against the wall next to the door.

"It hurts, don't push so hard."

She hasn't realized her situation yet, probably because the tenants of the red building have too many eccentricities, so she has long been used to being treated like this.

"Does it hurt?" I grinned and continued to increase the strength in my hands. The woman's eyes were protruding and her face was blue from holding back. She finally realized that something was wrong. voice, struggling desperately.

I was unmoved. After wearing the good and evil Shura mask, my attitude towards life was extremely indifferent.

I tried harder and harder, and I didn't let go until the woman's struggle became smaller and smaller.

"Cough! Cough! Cough..." The woman leaned against the wall and sat softly on the ground. She gasped for air: "You, you want to kill me?!"

"If you are disobedient, killing you might as well be a solution to the problem." I squatted down, ran my fingers through the woman's hair, sniffed lightly with the tip of my nose, and even the root of the hair lingered a smell of meat : "How much meat have you eaten?"

The woman's body was trembling slightly. The experience of wandering between life and death just now was not very comfortable. She lowered her head and covered her chest with her hands, and never dared to look at me. "Answer me a few questions about the Red House honestly. I promise I won't hurt you, and I won't tell anyone else in the Red House. I just want to seek the truth." Regardless of the woman's obstruction, I grabbed her snow-white neck again with my palm: "After thinking about it, I will answer it. I have killed many people. I hope you don't

To be one of them. "

"Are you an outsider?" The woman finally raised her head, her eyes were a little complicated, she opened her mouth and said nothing, and finally said after a long time, "You ask."

"First question, why did you live in the Red Mansion? This place is dirty and disgusting, even wild dogs don't want to visit it." .

The woman was strangled by me, she didn't dare to look into my eyes, stared at the scar on my palm, hesitated for a long time before saying in a very depressed tone: "If it wasn't because you are an outsider, these words I will never say it."

She slowly raised her head: "I was imprisoned here."

"Talk slowly, maybe I can help you." I used some hypnotic tricks during the conversation to guide the topic and observe the changes in the woman's expression.

"I live in the pig cage apartment because of my brother, and his name is Zhang Jiayi." The woman's voice trembled a little, her face was frighteningly pale, and under my persecution, the memories she tried to avoid emerged.

"Is Zhang Jiayi the doctor who lives on the fourth floor?" When I left from the fourth floor, I saw a diagnosis notice in the doctor's shoe cabinet. Name, the two should be brother and sister.

"He does live on the fourth floor, and he is dressed like a doctor, but he is not a doctor at all, he is a madman, a sick person, a pervert!" The woman's voice was a little loud, and I had to choke her The neck warns her.

"Your brother imprisoned you? Why did he do this?"

"We are half-brothers and sisters. His mother died of illness a long time ago, and his father also had a car accident. Since then, he seems to be a different person. He is very lonely and mentally abnormal." A woman is full of disgust for her brother.

"Mentally abnormal? You sent him to a mental hospital, and he imprisoned you in the red building for revenge?" I speculated. The woman shook her head, a little emotionally: "Do you know what he did? When he was in medical school, some classmates told the teacher that he secretly hid human specimens and brought the cut things back to the dormitory. My mother ran to The school, begging for help everywhere, finally the school agreed to give him another chance

Yes. But later, not only did he not change it, but he intensified it, even blaspheming the specimen. "After being expelled from school, on the first day back home, this devil did something that I will never forget. "The woman turned out the deepest repressed memory in her heart. She panted and gritted her teeth: "He said he would cook for my mother and me, let us sell ingredients, and wait for my mother and me to return.

After arriving, the smell of meat was already wafting from the house. "

"There is an iron pot on the dining table, and my mother praised him, but when he lifted the lid of the pot, you would never have thought of what I saw!"

"He boiled his mother's cat." The woman buried her head deeply: "Later, his behavior became more and more excessive, which was unacceptable. He was keen on all kinds of meat. My mother and I can tolerate the pursuit of smells and types. But tolerance and love did not affect him, and what he indulged in was even more terrifying

As a result, once he finished his meal, when his mother went to clean it up, he smelled formalin in the rice cooker..."

"You should know what this means. That afternoon, my mother found several black plastic bags under his bed. The bags contained the specimens he stole from school."

"I really couldn't tolerate him, so I persuaded my mother, contacted the mental health hospital the next morning, and forcibly took him away."

"I thought the nightmare was over here, and I even hoped that he would recover soon and become a normal person."

"But who knows, one day a few years later, when I was at work, I suddenly received a call from the mental hospital, saying that he and his attending doctor were missing."

"At that time, I had a bad premonition, and when I returned home in a daze, I smelled a smell of meat as soon as I opened the door."

"I didn't pay attention at first, but I just felt a little familiar. After I entered the house and closed the door, I realized something was wrong."

"My mother sat motionless at the dining table with her back to me. She changed into loose dark clothes, and there was an iron pot in front of her."

"I called a few times and she didn't answer. When I walked to the dining table, I suddenly felt that the scene was similar to a few years ago, and my eyes couldn't help looking at the iron pot."

"The smell of meat that fills the room comes from the pot. Besides various seasonings, there is also a piece of internal organs."

The back of her hand was wet, and the woman's tears couldn't stop falling. She shook her head violently, put her hand into her mouth like crazy, and closed her throat.

It was as if she had suffered from epilepsy, and it took a few minutes for her to return to normal.

"He had a very painful life in the mental hospital, so he wanted to transfer the pain to me and my mother." The woman's voice was trembling all the time, "In order to get revenge on me, he took me to the pig cage apartment and put me in the pig cage apartment. I am locked in this room, and every few days will come to bring me meat and water."

She held her head: "There is only meat. Every time the meat is delivered, it is packed in a black plastic bag, just like the one you carry." I didn't finish, but I already understood what she meant. In such an environment, a normal person was forced into a lunatic.