Can I have a bite [Interstellar]

The chest cavity was squeezed, and the bloody smell of rust sprayed directly into the lung ducts. Berlin wiped the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his expression still indifferent.

One of Eugene's arms was dripping with blood, and Omar was beside him bandaging the wound.

This is a boxy dungeon, the walls are gray-black, and the glossiness is different from ordinary metal materials.

After the last bandage was wrapped, Eugene walked towards Berlin locked on the wall: "How is it? This room is not bad." His eyes flashed with excitement of victory, and he punched Berlin in the stomach, and heard a sound after success After snorting, he said, "The walls here are special, and the smell of blood can't penetrate outside. No matter who you are, don't try to find you."

Berlin spat bloody saliva: "Arresting me is the condition for you to cooperate with Lu Ensi, Eugene, you really are getting better and better."

"Shut up!" Eugene raised his military boots and kicked Berlin's leg fiercely. It seemed that years of resentment had been vented, and he laughed grinningly: "You think I can only be a chess piece? Oh, Lu En Si asked me to bring you to him alive, but I don't want you to live, you see you are still defeated by me." He moved his eyes down and looked at the index finger that saw Berlin's handcuffed wrist He continued: "You deserved to die in that war, why did you come back, you betrayed the country, killed your comrades in arms, why so many people are still on your side, why, he still likes you! "In the last sentence, he picked up Berlin's collar, and his bloodshot eyes seemed to stare Berlin out of a hole.

It seems to be back then again, Darren has been clinging to Cal, obediently, and in the corner not far away, Eugene watched all this with his eyes. Er conflicted anger.

"Cough! Cough!" Berlin couldn't help coughing up blood from his chest, his voice became colder and colder: "Do you like Darren?"

Omar, who was standing aside, pinched his palm bitterly.

Eugene was close to madness: "I like him, and I am willing to give up my life for him, but you, you gave up his life yourself, I really don't know why he has survived, knowing that you are on the battlefield, why would you volunteer to As a sacrifice, hahahaha."

Berlin's pale eyes shrank, and he moved his bloody fingers.

"Gal, do you know who else has stayed in this room?" Eugene said self-consciously, he walked to the corner and pushed a wheelchair over. The traces of the wheelchair were not very new. , but it seems that Eugene cherishes it especially.

He squatted down, touching every inch of the wheelchair inch by inch with his fingers, and said obsessively in his voice, "When Lu Ensi rescued him from the ruins, he stayed in this wheelchair all the time. Unexpectedly, you must not I know how obedient he was at that time, as long as I bring him a few photos or videos of you, he will obediently let me hold you in my arms, even though his legs are disabled, he is still so beautiful..."

"Enough." Berlin raised his head, his eyes were frighteningly cold: "You are really disgusting now."

"Is it disgusting?" Eugene covered his face with his hands to see the crazy gaze from between his fingers: "You are so afraid to hear me say..."

Berlin interrupted him: "What happened really happened, there is nothing to be afraid of, what disgusts me is that what you said is mixed with your own dirty desires, Eugene." Berlin paused: "The first half of what you said I completely believe it to be true, but the second half." He raised his chin proudly, with sympathy and disgust in his eyes: "Darren's temper, I don't think he will satisfy your shameful/ Desire, not to mention, he knows better than anyone else that I hate dirty things."

As Berlin landed the last word, there was the sound of Eugene kicking the wheelchair to Berlin.

"Cough cough cough." A rare smile appeared on Berlin's indifferent face: "I admit that you are stronger than me now, but Eugene, you know why I refused my/stab/knife, because the dead soul has not yet rested , I will think of those screams on the battlefield, day and night."

Eugene's face twisted into a strange range: "Shut up! Shut up!"

Berlin is like/torturing/beating a prisoner. Even if the person locked up is himself, he is still the same as the general who was once admired, and his momentum remains undiminished. He continued: "And you, put it away, it is not used. The reason is the same, like, like, this."

Eugene was almost crazy, his wide eyes were bloodshot, and he was kneeling on the ground.

on the verge of collapse...

It wasn't until Omar took out a tube of medicine to inject/inject him that his whole madness calmed down. Then he took out a dagger and slowly pulled it out. The scabbard was thrown on the ground. The corners of his eyes were sweat or tears. slide.

Berlin's whole body was terribly quiet, even when the blade sliced ​​across the main artery in his neck, he was still thinking: Darren likes to act like a baby so much, will he be sad to know that he died, oh, yes, and his raised The second fool, probably, will not starve to death.

"I'll see you on your way." It was the last words Berlin heard.

A large pool of dark red blood flowed onto the floor, leaving large wet marks.

"Burn this place." Trembling, Eugene dropped the dagger in his hand, stretched out his fingers several times to make sure that the person tied to the wall was no longer breathing, and then said to Omar in the room.

Omar looked at the lifeless corpse hanging on the wall, mixed with overwhelming jealousy and other emotions, inexplicably happy: he finally died.

At the same time, Lorenzo's eyes were scarlet like blood, and his heart was twisted in dull pain, making him pinch a corner of the table and directly crush the stone table tens of meters into powder.

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Ahhh! !If I don't write Tiantian, I will start to get stuck as soon as I write conspiracy! !