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Chapter 72 Take care of your cat!
The three of Yan Luo were thrown into a larger cell by a group of dead prison guards in the strange prison.

The air in the cell didn't smell very good, like an old house that had been dusty for a long time, and there was a little smell of rat droppings.

There are six beds inside, which are bunk beds, and they are fairly clean and tidy.

There were two men lying on it, and the two men slept deeply, occasionally moaning lowly, like wounded beasts.

Besides, there was a thin little boy standing in front of the cell door, his figure was thin and he looked a little frail.

Under the dark cell, he kept shaking from side to side with his feet on his feet, and whispered a song with an extremely strange style in his mouth.

The soft light shines on his pale face through the iron door of the cell, looking slightly sad.

He chanted expressionlessly.

"Nini is holding the doll."

"Walk to the garden to see the cherry blossoms."

"The doll cries for mother."

"The little bird on the tree laughed haha."

"I used to have a home too."

"Dear Papa and Mama."


The little boy was like a single loop player, singing these lyrics over and over again.

The creepy song that was wafting in the prison before was the masterpiece of this little boy.

Yan Luo walked over to the little boy curiously and looked at it carefully.

The boy was wearing a prison uniform with black and white stripes, and there was a serial number on his chest, with 0025 marked on it.

Yan Luo wondered for a while why juvenile criminals and serious criminals were locked together.

The little boy's hair was long and messy, completely covering his eyes.

"Hey, hello kid, don't be angry if I tell you, I don't think you're very good at it."

"Your song, in my opinion, can't give you a pass, you have to show some emotion!"

Yan Luo, who is tone-deaf, didn't understand anything, so he made a random comment.

In fact, Yan Luo was testing to see if the little boy was a human or a ghost.

When Yan Luo approached, the little boy began to pant heavily, and his eyes gradually turned scarlet.

The singing stopped abruptly.

The little boy looked very excited, and it seemed that an uncontrollable desire was gradually encroaching on his brain.

In this state, Yan Luo knew very well that the strange tumor smelled the fragrance of food and began to cause trouble.

"Hey? I kindly gave you advice, are you still angry?"

At the same time, the two men on the bed also became restless.

"3V3?"

Yan Luo suddenly realized the intention of the strange prison guards to key several of them into this cell.

There were three patients with late-stage tumors in the cell, and there were also three people on my side.

"The battle of trapped beasts?"

"Combat?"

Yan Luo looked outside the cell.

Sure enough, the potbellied warden moved a chair and sat not far away, looking at him with interest.

Yan Luo can't control the weird personal hobbies of the warden anymore.

At this time, the weak-looking man was rushing towards Yan Luo like crazy.

Close combat is Yan Luo's weakness, he doesn't have any fighting ability, and the self-made spear was snatched away by the prison guards.

"In this case, you can't be reckless!"

"Don't panic! Sacrifice your teammates!"

Yan Luo took a step back and quickly hid behind Jin Mai, the flip-flop uncle.

Are you ashamed to hide behind your teammates?No shame!

What's wrong with a level [-] newcomer relying on two level [-] bosses?
Jinmai has a Beretta pistol, and at least the uncle also has a butcher's knife!

I am unarmed, so there is no shame in this!
The cell was too dark, and the three prisoners with strange late-stage tumors roared angrily, pressing towards Yan Luo and the others step by step.

Soon, the three were cornered by patients with advanced tumors.

The prisoners in the surrounding cells started banging on the ground and iron doors to make noise.

"Seniors, should you show your strength?"

Yan Luo said.

Jinmai nodded and called out the Beretta pistol, she frowned slightly.

but!It's too dark in here!It’s not easy to perform!

On the other side, a butcher's knife appeared in the hand of the one-armed flip-flop uncle, and a bright red full-level pig-killer was attached to his hand.

"Stand back and leave it to me!"

The 28th-level boss finally remembered his responsibility, and walked forward majestically holding a butcher's knife.

"Get the pot! Boil the water!"

The flip-flop uncle roared ferociously, and aggressively slashed at a patient with a strange late-stage tumor with a butcher knife in his hand!
The sword light flashed.

With just one knife, half of the man's head was cut off!
At this time, two other terminally ill patients with strange tumors also rushed towards the flip-flop uncle crazily, and a piece of flesh was bitten off the uncle's waist by the frantic patient.

The uncle let out a scream, and Yan Luo called out sulfuric acid in his hand, but he couldn't do anything.

In the eyes of these patients with advanced tumors, the three people in front of them are mouth-watering food.

The uncle was in pain, his eyes widened with anger, and he kicked the monster away from him.

With his thick neck, he rushed towards the patient with a strange late-stage tumor, and shouted while waving a butcher's knife.

"Wipe the neck and let the blood out!"

"Boiling water to remove hair!"

"Open up, take out the internal organs, and chop off the head!"

"Clear the intestines!"

"Boil pig blood!"

"Treat and clean your skin!"

"Keep an eye on your own and other people's cats!"

After going through the process, the one-armed flip-flop man had already wielded countless knives with all his strength.

Injuries are inevitable, but the uncle is not afraid of death, as if possessed by the god of war.

Jinmai wanted to help, but the light was too weak. She was afraid of accidentally hurting the uncle, so she didn't dare to shoot.

The same is true for Yan Luo!The sword has no eyes, not only is it afraid of accidentally hurting the uncle, but it is also afraid of being accidentally hurt by the uncle.

However, the uncle was so brave that the two patients with terminal tumors were defeated one after another under the attacks of the butcher knife.

Daomang had fun in the dark prison cell, the butcher's knife became more and more alluring, and the dark and strange blood spread all over the place.

After a while, the bodies of the three patients with advanced tumors were chopped off in large pieces with a butcher knife, and scattered and neatly scattered on the floor of the cell.

The unique liquid secreted by the strange tumor mixed in the blood path, emitting a foul smell.

"With a knife in hand, everything in the world is a pig."

"This is the ultimate mystery of killing pigs!"

The flip-flop uncle was out of breath, his face was full of complacency, he finally pretended to be this coercion.

"After playing soy sauce for so long, it's finally my turn to pretend!!"

"I'm not as good as you young people in terms of resourcefulness, but in terms of combat power, hmph! I still have to look at my butcher, Li Dachun!"

"Great uncle!"

Yan Luo and Jinmai raised their hands in the back to praise.

Outside the cell, the warden also applauded.

"Wonderful!! Reduced sentence! Hahaha! I will reduce your sentence!"

As he said that, the warden waved his hand, and immediately two prison guards rushed into the cell and cleaned up the corpses on the ground.

After doing this, the warden and several prison guards disappeared.

That's right, it's the kind that disappears out of thin air.

It's true, they are not human!
The strange bottom-level prison returned to calm, and the surrounding prisoners fell silent.

Someone continued to walk aimlessly, and someone took over the little boy's class and sang that weird song.

The uncle came back fiercely, but he also left many wounds, large and small.

Jinmai, who has some knowledge of first aid, hurried forward to treat the uncle's wound to prevent excessive bleeding or bacterial infection.

Yan Luo looked at the place where the strange warden disappeared, and began to think about one thing in his head.

The strange warden should be a spirit produced by the sealed building - the Hungry Station.

The warden, who likes to eat strawberry cheesecake, said to reduce his sentence when he was in a good mood.

All in all, the warden seems to be a good talker.

If he finds a way to keep him down, will he be acquitted directly?

In that case, does it mean that you can pass the customs directly without staying for 30 days?

Very possible!

The weird warden's operation is already a hint of madness!

Maybe this is the hidden gameplay of the hunger platform!
The 333rd floor may be the place of salvation for criminals.

---"Cutting line"---

PS: Thank you for your support, my heart feels warm!Thousands of words are endless, only Jiageng dedicated book friends!
But there are a lot of things today, I will write them down first.

(I owe book friends an update~)

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