Gene of Brilliant City 13 Division

Chapter 302 The Lunatic's Dinner Party

Frye looked at Song Yong with a bit of annoyance on his face, and then laughed.

"Sure enough, you can't be careless."

Gait immediately took out a pinhole probe the size of a fingernail shell, and after passing it over, Fry took out a long black object with a lighter and laughed out loud from his pocket. After putting the probe in, it appeared immediately. A light and shadow screen was set up, and the pictures from seeing Jean and the others began to be filmed on it.

"Oh, Mr. Jean, it's been a long time. He's still as handsome and charming as ever."

Wang Wang Wang

This time, a man was lying on the ground in the vegetable field, imitating the barking of a dog, and then started howling. Then he raised one foot and started to pee, and the urine flowed down his pants.

"Peeping in the ground again, big hair come over."

Fry yelled, the man immediately stuck out his tongue, and ran over excitedly, like a dog, exhaling excitedly, tongue hanging out, saliva splashing, Fry took out a small piece of paper from his pocket After writing down a string of numbers, I got some saliva on the man's tongue and stuck it on his head.

"Go and inform the subordinate cadres, Da Mao, go quickly."

As he said that, the man ran wildly on the ground with all four hands and four feet. The speed was extremely fast, and he was already 200 meters away in the blink of an eye.

Green light flickered in Frye's eyes all of a sudden, and then particles of light began to move towards Song Yong, and she immediately took off all the clothes on her body.

After observing for a while, Frye put one hand on Song Yong's neck, and then stretched out his nose to sniff.

"This man named Billy is not an ordinary person. I'm afraid he has a serious split personality, because there are many different particles in the breath molecules left on your body. Interesting guy."

Song Yan sighed and waved his hands helplessly.

"Fortunately, you told us every time you go out, Dean, to smear your belongings with things from your own body a long time ago. I'm afraid they have already sent my lipstick to the 4th department for DNA testing. It's a pity they I can't find anything, after all, 30 years ago, I was not a mutant."

Frye nodded. Now he took out a whistle, and suddenly blew it. The moment the sharp and piercing whistle sounded, people who were still moving in the flower beds in the field came towards this side. , A person is like a walking dead. Now the sun's rays begin to dim, and a sudden burst of red light sweeps across. As night falls, the entire mental hospital is instantly covered with a misty atmosphere. The lights came on.

Nearly 200 people from the meeting slowly approached, their eyes swaying dully, Frye took out a tuning fork, and tapped it with a small stick.

Ding

Accompanied by a pleasant and gentle sound, mental patients began to do gymnastics one by one, and Frye beat them up and down. They twisted their bodies, as if they were dancing or playing. Stretching their arms and thighs, they were pulling each other and turning around, looking happy and smiling.

Song Yong and Gaite had already blocked their ears with earplugs at this time, but their hands and feet still moved somewhat involuntarily.

After a while, Fry stopped knocking, and he took out a small horn with a rubber cover on the back. After pinching it, the small horn made strange and continuous sounds, and the mental patients began to shake. As if they had lost their souls, they lined up on both sides of Frye and walked into the dark and lightless room inside.

"The human body is like a time bomb. I have already put the gears on these people. It will detonate as soon as it reaches the predetermined time. It is really interesting, but now your affairs are more important, although they may be checked by them. Something, but if they want to implicate you, at most they will resort to coercive means, then"

Song Yan giggled.

"Whether it's mental or physical pain, the methods they use are too pediatric. Besides, if it really doesn't work, I'll blow myself up. This body doesn't matter."

Song Yan said looking at his body, and put a finger in his mouth.

"Let's go, just wait for the two of you, the madman's ball has already started, go to the House of the Dead."

Frye was still looking at Billy's photo while talking. He had already learned a lot from Billy's eyes, demeanor and movements. This guy is also an out-and-out lunatic. Walking up, after Geite put on Song Ji's clothes, the two followed Frye into the dark building. The three of them seemed to be able to see it. In the dark environment, there would be absolutely no Knock, go very normal.

After passing through the main building with a width of nearly 50 meters, there are two dim lights outside after going out. There are tall buildings in the distance, and a cemetery in front of you. An urn, cylindrical, with a skull and name, date of birth and date of death inscribed on it.

Large and small urns were piled up on this brown soil, and there was a cylindrical cement pillar in the middle. Frye led the two of them to the cement pillar. The moment the particles touched the pillar, there was a rumbling sound, and the urns around them shook, making a burst of clicking and colliding sounds.

Immediately afterwards, the pillar began to rise slowly until it rose to a height of nearly 10 meters before a small door covered with mud appeared. After the door opened, there was a downward elevator inside, and the three of them walked in.

Accompanied by the sinking rumbling sound, the elevator stopped after a while, and the door opened with a creak, and there was a very old door in front of it, with an upside-down skull pattern carved on the door, the door was brown, and the skull was black of.

Dong dong dong

Frye knocked on the door, and the room opened with a creaking sound. For a while, there were bursts of laughter and laughter, and there were sounds of drinking and drinking, and strange smells came out, as well as smells of alcohol, and the smell of men. and women cheering excitedly.

For a while, people in strange clothes got up one after another, looked excitedly at Frye who came in, bowed one after another, and shouted in unison.

"Dean."

"Please go to the grave hall."

Frye yelled, and strode up by himself. A long line of individuals followed behind Frye. With a smile, he took out a bone-shaped biscuit from his pocket and bit it down. His expression became extremely excited.

(End of this chapter)