Chapter 222: Crazy, all crazy, an extra corpse
The heavy iron door clanged, but the thin needle inserted in the lock core remained unmoved. Wang Jiao stared in amazement at the extremely contrasting scene before him.
"Prison boss, what are you doing?" Wang Jiao's brain seemed to be frozen, and the fear in his head had confused the CPU.
Chen Ya stood nearby and answered seriously, "I'm locking the door!"
Wang Jiao pointed at the horrible blood on the ground, his throat dry and hoarse: "They are all dead, dead, why are you still locking the door?"
Chen Ya's expression was serious and earnest: "Yes, according to the division of labor in the plan, I will be responsible for guarding the door and preventing him from going out, and you will be responsible for killing him."
Wang Jiao stuttered, "But, but, can't you see that everyone is dead? We have failed!"
Chen Ya frowned and said in a sonorous and powerful voice, just like he used to encourage everyone's morale: "Aren't you still alive?"
Wang Jiao: “What?”
Chen Ya said profoundly and philosophically:
"As long as there is still one person alive during the mission, you must never say that there is no hope of completing the mission. You must believe in yourself and launch a final charge for your own destiny, fighting until death, instead of giving up or running away."
Wang Jiao: “…”
Wang Jiao looked at the prison boss's serious expression as he explained, and suddenly, he had a strange illusion, as if Chen Ya's face was silently blending with another gentle smiling face.
Although one of their faces was always filled with smiles and the other was always full of seriousness, the unquestionable attitude when they explained the truth was exactly the same...
Wang Jiao's shoulders shook involuntarily and his body twitched as if struck by an electric current, as if his soul was completely devoured by fear and he became stupid and confused.
He pointed his finger at Chen Ya and then at Feng Mu.
He let out a terrifying laugh from his throat, holding his stomach and laughing until he was out of breath, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes: "Hahahaha, you are crazy, you are also crazy, you two are the same, and I am the only normal person left, hahahahahahaha——"
Wang Jiao didn't know that he was accidentally revealing the underlying label of his fate - [crazy]!
[Madness]: The official members of Destiny are all extremely paranoid lunatics. In order to achieve their goals, they will stop at nothing, risk their own lives, and will never give up.
Empathy is weakened by 50%, and fearlessness of death is strengthened by 300%.
Chen Ya looked at Wang Jiao woodenly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and sighed to Feng Mu with some sadness: "He seems to be crazy."
Feng Mu carefully examined Eye King Jiao, nodded in agreement, and said regretfully:
"Yes, he is crazy. It is hard to reason with a madman. Fortunately, he still has a face, so you can deal with it."
Wang Jiao laughed even crazier, his face distorted by laughter, as if he was laughing at the two of them, but also as if he was laughing to himself: "Two crazy guys, they are in the same group, hahahaha, they say I'm crazy, hahahahaha——"
The laughter stopped abruptly.
Because a thin needle pierced into Wang Jiao's cheek, pierced his flesh and penetrated deeply into his facial bones.
Then, one after another, thin needles pierced into his cheeks like a rainstorm, and each needle brought excruciating pain.
The laughter turned into a howl of pain, however, the howl did not last long because Chen Ya thought he was too noisy and gave him an injection in the throat.
"Don't move, it will be healed soon. I can kill you first, but from my experience, when a person is alive, their muscles are more elastic, and the effect of the plastic surgery is more realistic."
"Anesthesia is also not allowed, because the facial expression after anesthesia will be too stiff, which will affect the final effect."
Chen Ya was like an experienced doctor, patiently comforting his surgical patients. At the same time, he was very considerate and took out a mirror from his sleeve.
This mirror is not an ordinary glass product, but is made up of a string of fine silver needles cleverly arranged, and each silver needle seems to be a pixel of the mirror.
Although its surface is not smooth, under weak light, the outline of a human face can still be vaguely reflected.
Wang Jiao opened his eyes wide and stared at the mirror, but he saw that the face in the mirror was not his own face, but a face that was gradually deforming in a strange way.
As each string of needles and threads was precisely pulled out, the face in the mirror gradually lost its original features and became more and more like Chen Ya's appearance. This gradual transformation made Wang Jiao shudder.
"Okay, the operation was successfully completed!" Chen Ya announced, with a hint of satisfaction and accomplishment in his voice.
Chen Ya deftly removed the last piece of needle and thread, allowing Wang Jiao's gaze to fall on the refreshed face in the mirror.
Then he reached out and wiped Chen Ya's throat, ending his postoperative pain.
"Chen Ya" fell backwards on his back, and in the last moment of his life, his peripheral vision inadvertently swept across the ground, and the bodies with incomplete limbs were scattered all over the ground.
Some had lost their heads, some were missing their chests, some were missing their arms, and some were missing their legs. Feng Mu arranged them one by one in a row with an almost obsessive-compulsive meticulousness.
At the edge of consciousness, a doubtful thought flashed through my mind: "Strange, why does it feel like there is an extra body?"
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With this strange mystery, "Chen Ya" closed his eyes and died unwillingly.
Question: How to use eight portions of meat to piece together nine bodies.
We have to thank the previous life's "Young Justice Bao" for solving this problem. Feng Mu followed suit and gave the answer to the mutilated corpses on the ground.
He did not have any cruel hobbies such as crushing other people's heads, tearing off other people's shoulders, and crushing other people's leg bones. He did these cruel acts for a hidden purpose - to let another person "die" in prison naturally.
In other words, let it truly become a ghost that does not exist in the Second Prison!
Of course, the pieced-together body is not perfect yet and may not be able to completely escape the sharp eyes of the forensic doctor.
Fortunately, there was a skilled tailor standing next to him.
There is actually not much difference in technique between sewing clothes and sewing corpses.
Chen Ya has given the best proof of this with his own practice and experience. He is the artist who embroiders life on flesh and blood with needle and thread.
"I leave it to you." Feng Mu patted Chen Ya's shoulder and entrusted the task to him with a smile.
"Don't worry." Chen Ya answered confidently. He bent down and began to make the final arrangements for the bodies that had been put together.
His movements were skillful and smooth, as if what he was handling in his hands was not flesh and blood but soft cloth. He was simply sewing the cloth into clothes, as easy as breathing.
"Tailoring is an art!" Feng Mu exclaimed sincerely in his heart.
It all sounds like a long story, but in fact it only took a few minutes. After Chen Ya finished his tailoring work and carefully moved the corpses back to their original positions, Feng Mu nodded to him.
Then he walked to the iron gate and gently pulled out the needle from the lock.
Behind him, there was no sign of living people, only the door of the incinerator shook slightly.
Feng Mu turned his head and gently pulled the iron door from the inside with his palm. Then, the iron door was suddenly knocked open by the impact of external force. A figure lost his balance, stumbled in, and directly crashed into his arms...
(End of this chapter)
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