Wu Xin: "General Yan Ming is already on the plane heading to Zhou Hai."
Mudd: "Wu Xin, I hope you can understand that this is your last chance. Don't mess it up."
Wuxin: “…I understand.”
“Beep, beep, beep…”
Mulder hung up the phone.
Wuxin listened to the dead tone coming from the microphone, and a complicated look flashed across his unfocused eyes.
She quickly left the phone booth and headed for the women's restroom.
A dagger appeared in Wuxin's hand.
She unzipped the clothes around her waist, revealing the tight corset underneath.
This corset is not only as hard as iron and can block swords and bullets, but it can also cover the scars on Wuxin's body.
The corset was untied.
Wuxin's waist is covered with scars.
There were knife wounds, gunshot wounds, burns, and sutured wounds...
The wounds overlapped with each other, and the original appearance was no longer recognizable. There was not a single piece of intact skin.
At a glance, you can see several gaps on Wuxin's waist.
Those gaps look like a few pieces of flesh missing from the waist, which looks very weird and scary.
These wounds were densely clustered on the waist, and they looked even more hideous than the wounds on Mu Nian's body.
Wuxin acted as if he didn't notice these injuries.
She pulled out the soft dagger from her wrist and stabbed it into her waist without mercy.
Before the blood could flow out, Wuxin grabbed the dagger and slashed it hard as if he didn't feel any pain.
A piece of flesh from the waist fell on Wuxin's wrist.
She frowned in pain and clenched her teeth to prevent herself from making even the slightest sound.
Her eyes were still as cold as ever, looking at the bloody meat in her hand without any emotion, as if the meat was not hers.
The gushing blood stained her coat and pants red, and dripped down her ankles into the toilet.
She calmly put the dagger back in, took out the gauze she had prepared long ago from her pocket and wrapped it around the wound.
Those who are proficient in the movements seem to have done them thousands of times.
It seems that the uneven gaps on her waist are the wounds left by cutting the flesh.
How cruel must one be to oneself to do such a thing?
The medicated gauze must be specially made. It stopped the bleeding shortly after it was applied.
These gauze were invented by Mudd to quickly stop the bleeding after punishing them.
That is, it can make them feel pain but not die.
After stopping the bleeding, Wuxin put on his clothes.
Because he was wearing all black, the bloodstains were not obvious.
At this time, Wuxin looked down at the piece of meat in his hand.
Her eyes flashed with unbearable struggle, and her mind seemed to recall some unbearable memories, and her body trembled with fear.
Suddenly, Wuxin's eyes turned ruthless, and with trembling hands, he quickly stuffed the meat in his palm into his mouth and swallowed it into his stomach.
"Bang!"
She rushed out of the bathroom with a pale face, and regardless of the pain in her waist, she quickly went to the nearest telephone booth and dialed the same number again.
"Master De, Wuxin has already punished himself."
For a long time, there was no sound from Mudd on the line.
But the excited breathing sound on the phone proved that Mudd had heard Wuxin's words.
After a long while, just when Wuxin was about to vomit, Mude's childish and innocent voice rang out: "I know."
After that, the phone was hung up.
Wuxin could no longer bear the churning in his stomach, so he dropped the receiver and leaned against the trash can beside him to vomit violently.
She vomited so violently.
The thin and small figure looks particularly pitiful.
A kind-hearted person came forward.
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