Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 91: Satan’s Woman (Part 2)

Chapter 91 Satan's Woman (Part 2)

I tried to use banknotes to open the lock, but the banknotes that were used once were crumpled and it was difficult to use them a second time.

"You stay here and wait for me, I will definitely rescue you tonight."

Standing up and walking to the upper reaches of the canal, I endured the pain in my palm and grabbed the rusty iron fence again: "This is the third room. I want to see how many people they have imprisoned."

Removing the iron fence, I drilled into the ditch holding my breath.

The stench came from all directions, flooding my five senses. When the light reappeared above my head, I couldn't wait to raise my head, wanting to take a breath of fresh air.

But the moment my head stuck out of the water, my neck was strangled by a strong force.

The world is spinning, my hands are waving, dirty water droplets are flying around, the force of locking my neck is getting stronger, and my lower body is still stuck in the ditch.

I struggled hard, pushing my feet on the slippery bottom of the canal, trying to draw strength, but it was difficult.

The brain is hypoxic, and it is difficult to breathe. At this time, I can only follow the instinct of biological survival, and open my mouth to bite down on the thing strangling my arm.

I used all my strength to bite, and I immediately felt the salty blood in my mouth.

"Ah!" There was a scream from behind, and there was a hole in the restraint around my neck. I took the opportunity to pull my lower body out of the ditch, kicked on the wall, and used the force of the shock to force the man strangling my neck. run down.

"Looking for death!" At that moment, I was really motivated to kill. In this extremely dangerous environment, there is no room for mercy. Besides, I really felt that death was approaching just now, and my neck still hurts.

Turn around and wrestle with the man, the man is very strong, but the fight is disorderly.

A heavy punch smashed the man's jaw, and he covered his mouth and lay on the ground, grunting, and only then did I see his face.

"Is that you?"

The man in front of me is the taxi driver: "I remember you didn't wear your seat belt, and you seemed to fly out of the car in the end."

The man was not seriously injured, but his right leg was limping, which should have been fractured in a car accident.

Fortunately, one of his legs was injured, otherwise it would be very difficult for me to knock him down with the collision just now.

"Grass! It turned out to be you!" The driver looked at me and widened his eyes: "It's so bad, I thought it was a bad guy! But you can't blame me, who found a person drilled out of the sewer at night It should be my reaction!"

I touched the strangle marks on my neck, and slowly narrowed my eyes. The driver was definitely lying. I was strangled as soon as I entered this cell.

Besides, the location he was just now was obviously close to Jiang Fei's cell. It is very likely that he has overheard every word of my conversation with Jiang Fei.

"It's all a misunderstanding." His jaw was crooked by me, he couldn't close his mouth, and his speech was a bit out of control.

The driver was arrested at the same time as me, and there should be no useful clues from him. I looked at him for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Why don't you have a chain on you?"

Both I and Jiang Fei were **** with iron chains, restricting freedom. It can be seen that the kidnappers are very cautious about the prisoners, and the driver, not to mention the chains, doesn't even have any traces of being **** with ropes. He can walk around the cell at will.

"Are you with the kidnappers?"

"What are you talking about? You don't have chains on your body as a healthy person, but I still need chains when I'm lame?"

The driver's defense seems weak to me, and there must be some secret hidden in him.

"Anyway, we're grasshoppers on the same rope now, let's let the unpleasant things go." The driver stretched out his hand to me: "My name is Wang Yingnan, what's your name?"

"Gao Jian." There is really no need to turn against him now, escape is the primary goal.

Call the driver to help, and the two work together to tear down the iron fence leading to the next room.

"You are not restricted in your freedom. If I have a conflict with someone later, you will come over from the ditch and prepare to attack him. If the two of us work together, the chances of escaping will be much greater."

"Drill through the ditch?" The driver shook his head: "You are awesome, let me go into this stinky ditch, it is better to let me die."

"Then you just wait here to die. There is no key, and the ditch is the only way." I glanced at him, and he was already standing in the ditch.

"Holy shit! Were you a special soldier before? There was a large amount of blood floating in the water just now. There might be human heads, severed limbs or something in it, and the smell. How could you resist it?" the driver said. Staring at the muddy water, he shook his head resolutely: "I really can't do it."

His attitude is firm, and I can't say anything. I took a deep breath, curled up and got into the ditch.

Song Xiaofeng, Jiang Fei, Wang Yingnan, I should be in the fourth cell now.

Being swayed by the driver, I became more agile this time, for fear of being attacked.

Looking up, there was a faint light on the ground, and there was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy standing in the middle of the cell.

When I got up from the ditch, his eyes kept on me.

"Don't be afraid, I have no malicious intentions." I stated my position in advance, not wanting to cause unnecessary conflicts, but soon I found that I was worrying too much.

The boy in the cell is a fool, and he is the kind of fool who makes people feel cold just by looking at him.

His hair was disheveled and smelly, his eyes were weeping all the time, but his mouth kept smirking.

If you only look at these, I am afraid that most people will not feel horror, and even feel a kind of sympathy.

You can continue to look down, the boy's clothes are torn, with large black blood stains coagulated, his loose trousers hang around his waist, he is holding the waistband of his trousers with one hand, and holding a hand in the other.

There is no grammatical error at all, the boy is holding a severed hand that is dripping with sewage.

He didn't seem to know what he was holding in his hand, he just took it as a toy, held it in his hand, and snapped the fingers of the severed palm.

Accompanied by a meaningless smirk, the boy put his eyes on me, he walked with his severed hand, and every step he got closer made me feel uneasy and terrified.

The sense of horror this child brings to me is different from that of ghosts. It is a kind of horror that can be seen and touched and is slowly approaching.

"Stop! Don't get any closer!" I raised my hand, but the boy didn't seem to understand me, and he kept pushing me to the corner before stopping.

He was only half a meter away from me, grunting, and handed the severed hand to me: "Here, here you are."

The boy spoke intermittently, and it was only then that I realized that he had a cleft lip.

"Why did you give it to me?" The boy was born with intellectual and physical defects. Although I felt creepy, I still forced myself to calm down.

"Here, here you are." He waved his severed hand and insisted on giving it to me. The expression on his face gradually became irritable, and his hare lips parted, making him look even more terrifying.

I didn't want to provoke him too much, so I quickly took the severed hand: "Where did you get this thing?"

The boy shook his head and was very happy when he saw the severed hand was accepted, and pointed to the ditch: "There are good, good things inside."

After he finished speaking, he squatted next to the ditch, not too dirty, and happily fished in it with both hands.

I didn't stop his grotesque behavior. This kid is obviously mentally deficient. If you want to get valuable clues from him, you can't be impatient. You can only follow his will and induce him slowly.

I also squatted next to him, pretending to be in the same posture as him. He seemed to feel that he had found a companion and seemed very happy.

"Why are you locked in here?"

"Meat, meat."

"How old are you this year?"

"Touch..."

The boy's answer was not right. I asked several questions in a row but got nothing.

"I can't waste time here, I'm going to the next room to take a look." The surface of the scratched wound on the palm has festered, and the whole hand feels tingling and itchy.

When I reached the upper reaches of the canal, I just grabbed the iron fence, but I didn't expect the boy to follow.

He imitated me, holding the rusty iron railing with one hand, still giggling, and pointing to the next room with the other hand: "Cry, cry, cry."

"Is it a woman's cry?" I was a little curious, and carefully looked at the boy's face. Because of the cleft lip, the whole face looked a bit awkward, and it was easy to overlook some details.

For example, the boy's clear eyes and the unstoppable tears on his face.

"What's your name?"

"Song Xiao, Xiao Wang."

The familiar name reminded me of another person: "It turns out that the boy in front of me is Song Xiaofeng's elder brother. Who did their family offend and how did they end up like this?"

As the rooms were opened one by one, I became more and more curious about the truth.

Tear down the iron fence and enter the next room. Judging by the sound of footsteps before, I am now getting closer and closer to the end of the corridor.

I don't know if it's my illusion, but the stench I'm used to seems to have become a little bit stronger. It came out of the ditch, and at first glance, it was all blood red.

"It's too bloody."

What appeared in front of me were not scenes of dismembered corpses or dismemberment, but **** paintings.

It is similar to the first feeling when entering Jiang Shihan's ward, except that this time the painting in front of him is not painted with lipstick or potion, but with real blood.

Large and small, the whole cell was covered with ferocious blood.

I stood in the middle of the canal, as if being strangled by a big **** hand, my eyes aimlessly watched the scenes of horror, and finally stopped at the corner of the cell, where there was a woman **** by chains.

Her limbs, her neck, every joint of her was bound with heavy chains.

She was also looking at me, her pale face lacked a trace of blood, her eyes were filled with tears, and she spoke strange words as if singing.

"Once it is recognized as a good material, it is impossible for people to walk out of the gate as waste."

"Every ward is a top-secret processing workshop. Once a person is **** by the infusion catheter, he has no choice but to arrest him."

"They are obsessed with the process, for pleasure and performance."

"They emphasize delicacy and patience."

"If no one raises objections, you can take the body apart, clean, disinfect, rust, and polish."

"Then according to the construction drawings of the mortuary, reassemble it and turn it into a gift for the devil."

I moved slowly in the ditch, and the woman's singing seemed to have a special power, which could make every hair on my head stand upside down.

"You are..."

She smiled cruelly: "I am a gift, I am a bitch, and I am Satan's woman."