Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

The phones of the two vibrated at the same time, which told them the news: Cai Jun died.

In fact, looking at this scene, I know that Cai Jun will not live long.

The knife in his hand pierced his eyeball vertically, pierced his iris, and gouged out his brain without any hesitation, as if it wasn't his head, but the expression on his face was inconsistent with his decisive actions.Because of the pain, his expression was almost distorted, very ferocious, the eyeballs burst out due to the twisting of the table knife, involving the pink tissue, and the surging blood flowed out, spraying on his hands and the faces of the people around him, The person next to him was already overwhelmed with fright, he just stood there trembling.

A fishy smell permeated the air.

Someone was scared to pee.

While trembling in pain, Cai Jun fell to the ground, while holding the table knife firmly, twisting and twitching, his hand seemed to be controlled by someone, not like the hand of a person who was being tortured at all, the force was precise, The angle was right, and the tissue of his eyeball was accurately cut off, allowing the bright red blood to flow down the curve of his face.

None of the people around dared to touch him, and the scene was very quiet, as if everyone was dead.

Cai Jun's other hand was lifted violently when he stabbed his eyeball with a dining knife, and pierced into his other eye. That hand was so flexible that it didn't look like a left hand that was rarely used, but more like a person with independent thinking. "Man", that hand was completely out of Cai Jun's control. The index finger and middle finger merged, went in from the eyes, and dug in the bloody head, sticking out bloody flesh, light yellow eyeball tissue, and bright red blood.

The table knife finally cleared the obstacles in front of him, and was decisively pushed forward by his right hand. The blunt knife tip pierced his temple like a sharp sword, got out from the piece of flesh, then retracted mercilessly, and then prick!This time the strength and angle were just right, the table knife was like a long knife, piercing through his brain at a tricky angle.

Pale yellow brains flowed out, and the knife was still twisting and cutting, as if Cai Jun’s hands were not cutting his own flesh with the knife, but the knife was controlling Cai Jun, letting him take his own life with it .

This kind of picture impact is so intense that everyone who sees this scene for the first time feels exhausted and almost faints on the spot.

There are a total of 28 people in the regiment, seventeen of them have died, and there are eleven left.

A group of tourist groups consumes more than half, and the group may be destroyed at any time.

A dead silence.

Everyone in the tour group watched Cai Jun's suicide process, but did not take any action.

They don't even have the courage to resist, because they don't know how long they can live and how they will die. They even want to die happily, and it is best to leave quietly in their sleep without any burden .

"Ah, why is the ground so dirty?" This is the voice of the tour guide, enthusiastic and energetic, just like every competent and responsible tour guide.

She called a few hotel staff to clean up the bodies of Cai Jun and Xu Shen, wipe the dirty table with a cloth, and change the tablecloth. Spritz on the air freshener and the last trace of blood dissipates as if nothing had ever happened.

If this efficient way of doing things is placed outside the mountain, it will definitely be praised by everyone, but this kind of proficiency is placed in a place where someone has just died, no matter how it makes people feel chills.

When those staff faced the twisted and hideous corpse, their indifferent expressions, skilled operations, and quick movements all made people shudder.

"Everyone can eat. After eating, it's time for the last day of action. Please bring your belongings." The tour guide bowed deeply, turned and left.

Ding Mu stared at the back of the tour guide, he always felt that the tour guide looked very strange just now, he couldn't explain clearly, it was elusive like a fog.

As if feeling his gaze, the tour guide stopped abruptly.Ding Mu quickly looked away, and went to serve vegetables and rice with Guan Yi.

He turned around too quickly, and suddenly bumped into another person. He apologized embarrassingly: "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

The man in the uniform of the hotel was short and stout, and he just hurried away with his head down and said nothing.

Ding Mu looked at the figure of that person, thought for a while, and found that he had never seen that person before, and the figure of that person was very strange to him.Maybe it was the support staff, he thought.

I went to see the tour guide again, but I couldn't see the figure of the tour guide.

He suddenly remembered that since he came here, he had never seen the tour guide eat anything, and it cannot be ruled out that the tour guide had eaten in places they could not see, but...he remembered the tour groups he had participated in before, those tour groups The tour guides here prepare a bottle of water every day, which is soaked with fat sea, which is specially designed to protect the throat.

The tour guide talked a lot throughout the day, but he never saw her drinking water once.

There's...something wrong with this, something flashes through his mind and he doesn't catch it, letting the thought slip away.