Self-cultivation of fast-traveling cheap shou

Lin Mao had been awake for half an hour, and he had imagined his current situation, but when he really saw everything around him, he was still surprised in his heart.

He was in a room of fifty to sixty square meters. The windows were completely covered by thick and dark curtains. The light in the room was so dim that it was almost impossible to see. Fortunately, Lin Mao's eyesight was extraordinary, so he could see clearly from the opposite wall. Lin Mao had seen and heard of all kinds of sex tools hanging there, and some, Lin Mao had never seen them in all his lifetimes.

As for himself, Lin Mao raised his head with difficulty. His forehead was bruised in the car accident, and it was bandaged artificially. His eyes fell on his wrist, and his hands were bound by a silver chain the size of a knuckle. Extending from his wrist into the wall above.

Someone kidnapped him. After the car accident, Lin Mao knew who that person was without guessing.

Lin Mao's eyes rolled in front of him, and the little yellow book floated leisurely in the void.

——The total progress is 34%, and the progress by plot is 10%.You have to work hard, cheap, stand up to the pressure, I and the abuser are optimistic about you.

"... half a month?"

——Yes, half a month.

"Are you sure Joe won't kill me?"

— sure and very sure.

Lin Mao's dry and peeling lips moved a little, and he smiled mockingly, not to kill him, but to make him crazy.

In the final analysis, the actors are all human beings, not real robots. They have emotions and fears. Lin Mao's emotions are weak, and he doesn't care about anything at the moment. As for fear, what is more terrifying than death?Before finding it again, Lin Mao can be said to be fearless.

But it seems that in the previous few worlds, he has never acted as a mentally disturbed person, and it is also a new challenge to accumulate experience for his future acting career.

Lin Mao lowered his eyes. There are monitors in this room. Naturally, he can't reveal his true self before the drums beat. That's not the professional quality that a good actor should have.

This must be a terrible nightmare, otherwise how could he appear in such a heartbreaking place, Lin Mao struggled and shouted like crazy.

"...Is there anyone, help, help, let me out quickly." His voice almost broke.

Snapped!The dim room suddenly lit up, and the light tube above his head shone brightly. Lin Mao was stimulated and suddenly closed his eyes tightly.When he opened it again, his heart contracted involuntarily.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

In the originally empty and dead room, there were now two more men, one of whom he had seen not long ago, and the other, who was holding a dark box in his hand, looked at him with no kindness.

Lin Mao licked his dry and sore lower lip. He said hoarsely, "...you, let me go, let me go quickly, or I will..."

"How about you?" Qiao Yue approached Lin Mao with leisurely steps, admiring the deepening fear on his face.

"Say, what about you?"

The jaw was caught, and in the deep eyes that were close at hand, apart from the vicious coldness, there was a playful tease. The corners of Lin Mao's mouth twitched, shocked by the viciousness displayed by the man, and he couldn't make a sound.

"Be obedient, you will suffer a lot less." Qiao Yue patted Lin Mao's smooth cheeks twice, satisfied with his understanding of current affairs.

Lin Mao's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice trembled: "What do you want to do to me?" He is not an idiot either, he has received some related patients in the hospital, but he never thought that one day such a thing would happen to him .

Endless sorrow and pain gripped him, and he thought that he had done nothing wrong, why would God be so cruel to him.

Qiao Yue didn't answer his words, he waved his palm, and another thin man who followed him put the box in his left hand on the ground, squatted down and opened the lid, and took out a small gray machine from inside.

Lin Mao's eyes moved back and forth between the machine and Qiao Yue. He didn't know that thing very well, but when he saw the tall and thin man took another blood-colored glass bottle and poured liquid into the machine continuously, he instantly fell in love with it. I realized, that machine is a tattoo machine.

Lin Mao was startled and his chest heaved violently.

Qiao Yue walked to the side, turned a switch, and the iron chain hanging Lin Mao slid down, and Lin Mao's arm also fell down. He leaned against the wall and was hung for too long. Both arms were sore and numb. , It's almost not like my own.

Before Lin Mao could catch his breath, Qiao stepped over, grabbed his arm, and led him to a rectangular wooden table on the left side of the room.Lin Mao struggled with all his strength, but the hand on his arm didn't loosen a bit, and even lifted him directly, throwing him back onto the wooden table.

Lin Mao turned his head to turn his body around, but a hand pressed up on the back of his neck, no matter how much his lower body struggled, the hand on his neck pinned him tightly.

"Hey, be quiet, it won't hurt until later, and then you struggle again." Qiao Yue raised his other hand from Lin Mao's back and landed on his protruding butterfly bone. During the struggle, it flapped like a butterfly's wings, with an indescribably sinking beauty.

When Han Xiao brought the man, Qiao Yue knew that this body was very good, and such a good body should fall into his hands, and he would transform it himself, making it from good to perfect.

During the struggle, the wound on his forehead opened, and blood seeped out, instantly dyeing the white gauze red, and the throbbing pain caused Lin Mao to clenched his teeth, but he still couldn't stop the leaked groans.

He lay on his back, his naked upper body was in close contact with the cold wooden board, the cold rushed into his skin, and he couldn't help shivering.

Suddenly, a needle-prick pain pierced his back, causing him to scream out in pain.

The switch was already turned on, and the tattoo machine that was turning started to work on Lin Mao's body. Because he wanted to appreciate Lin Mao's struggle and pain, Qiao Yue didn't use anesthesia for him, and let the tattoo artist do it directly.

The sharp needles pierced Lin Mao's back one by one, and each time, his body trembled violently. The bloody liquid soaked into the small hole that was drilled, mixed with the blood, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger.

The torture seemed to never stop. After an unknown amount of time, Lin Mao was in a daze, unable to tell whether he was awake or in a nightmare.Even just taking a shallow breath, pulling the flesh on the back is a tearing dull pain.

Lin Mao's lips were bloody from his bite, and the hand on the back of his neck moved to his jaw, turning his face away.

"Would you like to take a look?" A demon-like gentle but poisonous voice sounded, Lin Mao's eyes were sore from the dripping sweat, he blinked, and squeezed out two words from his lips and teeth.

"Beasts!"

"Hahahaha, haha..." As if he heard some funny joke, Qiao Yue laughed loudly. No one dared to speak to him like that, but the young man lying there covered in blood, letting him do whatever he wanted, cursed like this He, he didn't feel angry, but felt that the other party was acting like a baby to him.

"Yeah, I'm a beast, what about you? In the hands of a beast, I'm even worse than a beast." Qiao Yue's voice was contemptuous, and his smile continued.

After the tattooist finished his job, he put the tools back in the box, lowered his eyes and said to Qiao Yue, and hurriedly left the room.

Qiao Yue pulled Lin Mao up from the wooden board, put his hands around his bloody waist, and walked a few steps with his arms around him, to a floor-to-ceiling mirror.

He grabbed the back of Lin Mao's neck and forced Lin Mao to look at his naked back inside.

There, although the blood was overflowing, a prototype could still be seen covering his entire back. From the shoulder blades to the hip bones, a blooming blood-colored manjusawa, the flower of hell, symbolized death and abandonment.

Lin Mao backed away in horror, but Qiao Yue blocked his retreat, and he had no way to retreat.

Although there is no ancient concept that the body, hair and skin should not be easily damaged by parents, but as a doctor, Lin Mao has reached a certain stage of self-cleaning. At this stage, he will never do anything to himself tattoo.

But right now, not only was he forced to get a tattoo, but his entire back was also covered.Even if you wash it in the future, it will not be clean.This coquettish and evil flower, from his flesh, was deeply imprinted on his soul.

Lin Mao looked at it, and he didn't know where he got some strength. He turned around and smashed Qiao Yue's head with his hands tied together. The thought of dying together.

He is not a fool either, he naturally knows that this must be just the beginning, he doesn't want to think about what will happen later, and he doesn't want to think about it, time can't go back, so it's good to stop here.

Lin Mao, who was seriously injured, was not as well coordinated as a normal person after all, let alone Qiao Yue who had learned boxing and kicking. Before Lin Mao's hand fell, Qiao Yue had already grabbed his wrist first.

There was a crisp click!Both of Lin Mao's wrist bones were broken at the same time. He gritted his teeth and swallowed the pain. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and his face and lips were so white that they almost lost their color.

Qiao Yue pushed Lin Mao to the ground, and Lin Mao fell down. When he touched his bloody back, he convulsed again.

The sound of footsteps went away, the door was closed, Lin Mao curled up on the ground, his painful eyes flickered twice, and when the silence passed, there was a bottomless darkness.

——Hey, it’s so beautiful.

Little Huang Shu circled behind Lin Mao twice, and then swam up to him.

"I like it when I draw on you next time."

--I reject!

The floor tiles are cold and hard. This skin is in Han Xiao's place. Although it doesn't have much freedom, it can be regarded as pampered. Changing places for a while, it's like falling from heaven to hell. Lin Mao feels uncomfortable all over his body. , the bones had swelled into steamed buns, it wasn’t too painful, it was still tolerable, but on the back, those small needle-pricked holes began to spread all over the body like spider webs, Lin Mao impatiently He moved his neck and shoulders, closed his eyes, and urged himself to sleep.

The author has something to say:

Reminder: Self-attack and self-sufficiency, it has been determined, the scumbags are not worthy of receiving, so let him give it to himself. The specifics will be mentioned later. The goal of attacking and accepting is to destroy the world (a spoiler).