Male model 3

It's terrible and bloody. My feet are trembling. I want to run, but I can't take a step.

The broken limbs, splashing blood, helpless roars, everywhere are full of despair. The little brother who just gave me coffee, his crotch was torn with blood, and the other fell to the ground. There were only white eyes and no eyes. I didn't know if he was dead or alive, and I didn't see Brother Nine Fingers.

The most horrible thing is that the man who gnaws at the roots of men's descendants. No, that's not a person. It's not wrong. He's very familiar. He's not a man. He's a male model.

May have noticed my sight, and the bloody corners of my mouth grinned at me, which scared me to almost lose my facial features, leaving only one idea - escape.

Turn around and run to the stairs. I'm not a hero who can't save people, so I'm sorry. I just want to live.

The store on the stairs was still open. As soon as I ran up, everyone wondered why I was so flustered and didn't have time to explain. They said that there was a pervert below who was killing people. I can't say it's a plastic model because no one will believe it. The monsters below have entities and can be destroyed as long as there are many people.

Brother Jiuzhi was originally on it and came over and said, "Is there anyone below?"

"Well, it may be the person who attacked the man who had the operation in the afternoon." I have to make up lies.

"Bear down with more brothers. Yes, they all dare to go wild on Laozi's territory. After saying that, Brother Jiu said hello to his brother and was about to go down.

"Wait, take more guys down. The man below is very strong."

"No, brothers, many people destroyed him."

Watching Brother Jiu go down with 8 brothers. I waited anxiously for the result on it, and my heart was uneasy. His eyes stared at the stairway, thinking that if he found something wrong, he would run away immediately.

Not long after, Brother Jiu came back with two people and scolded: "It's really unlucky. There is no one below, but I saw two dead brothers."

Brother Jiu came to me and said, "I haven't found anyone. I don't know how people got in. There is only one exit here. You go back first. It's not safe here. There may be a traitor."

After saying that, he didn't care about me and sent a little brother to take me home.

The black ticket didn't go to the store today. It looked very anxious to see me coming back and asked me what was wrong. I angrily scolded him for being lazy and decided to deduct him a day's wages, although I never paid him.

However, it was obvious that he was waiting for me at home, which eased my horror. I ate a large bowl of Yangchun noodles he made and fell asleep.

A few days later, Brother Jiu came to my store to find me and talked about the results of the activities to eliminate internal traitors. In fact, there is no need to tell me. Maybe he felt that he had scared me and had to give me an explanation.

"I don't know how to get in. There are brothers at the door." Brother Jiu is particularly worried.

"Is there a back door or window?" Let me ask.

"There is a vent, but it's impossible." Brother Jiu thought about it.

"Why?" I think it's very possible.

"Because they are all equipped with bumpers."

"Can you take me to have a look?" I begged.

"All right." After saying that, Brother Jiu took me out. When he passed by the door, he saw the model in front of his store, which was very twisted. He turned back to the store and said to the black ticket, and quickly threw it away to look at the people.

The black ticket is not willing, but I am the boss, and I threatened him not to throw it away.

took a look at the surrounding environment with Brother Jiu. There was indeed no other way to enter except for the vent, but the vent was blocked by a reinforced stainless steel pipe. I swear that everyone must not be superior. I didn't find anything after resigning and went back to the store.

As soon as I got to the door, the model was still there. He suddenly got angry and called out the black ticket and said, "Why haven't you thrown it away yet?"

The black ticket is strange why I'm so angry: "I don't have time. I'm going to throw it away after work."

I was particularly dissatisfied with this statement. I pushed the black ticket aside fiercely, took out a small fire extinguisher from the back of the bar in the store, and smashed it at the model.

The black ticket didn't have time to stop me. Fortunately, it didn't stop me, because the model's abdomen was broken by me. From the broken mouth, many men's lower bodies fell out, some rotten, some with maggots, and some with undry blood.

It wasn't long before the police came, and I was taken to the police station for questioning.

The interrogation was fruitless for a long time and was released.

Think carefully when you get home. If you are a model, it is easy to go through the vent, as long as you remove your joints and go in. As for why models want to do this, it can only be said that human beings can't cut corners in anything.

The black ticket is still the same. I found that what has happened since I met him more or less related to him. Maybe I have to check his origin.