The host is broken

Chapter 639 Ward No. 15 (11)

The original owner's broken hair is very long, sticky with blood, sticking wetly to her eyes, a faint light came out from the blood-stained hair, making her look like she came from hell The devil, a ghostly wind that can almost destroy the soul is flitting around wantonly:
"go to hell!"

The original owner's parents standing at the door trembled with fright from her cold voice, their lips trembled, and there was no anger at all, only the boundless fear, like darkness descending, sweeping over the sky and covering the sky, and there was no escape.

"You...what are you going to do, I'm your father, don't mess around!"

The original owner's father's face was as pale as paper with fear, and big beads of sweat were falling drop by drop. It seemed that only in this way could the panic attacking from Su Shumo's body be relieved.

With a snort, her figure was like a ghost, and no one could see how she was moving. Her figure had appeared within a few feet of the original owner's parents, with a warm smile on her lips, and a horrifying look on her face. There were bloodstains and murderous intent in her eyes. In the eyes of the original owner's parents, she was not so much a person as a beast that devoured hope and light.

The two people's legs trembled, and they retreated again and again, but the darkness had no boundaries. Even if they retreated to the ends of the earth, horror and despair would follow them cruelly, and no one could escape.

Su Shumo reached out, trying to drag their souls into purgatory. Suddenly, she thought of a more interesting way to play.

Don't they like to use electrotherapy to save people? Now that they are sick, they should also use the universal electroshock therapy to heal themselves.

……

Poor academic performance, electrotherapy!

Puppy love, electrotherapy!
Lonely and autistic, electrotherapy!
Any disobedient behavior can be corrected with electrotherapy.

Five milliamps, ten milliamps, twenty milliamps...

No one cares whether the high current will harm the children's body and mind. What parents care about is whether the children can become puppets.

Therefore, under the high current and the illegal corporal punishment of the Internet rehabilitation center, a child died, but above the Internet rehabilitation center, there seemed to be a protective umbrella, and no one could shake him half a point!

In fact, if there were not so many parents supporting this protective umbrella, how could it have remained standing forever? After all, the Internet Rehabilitation Center is just a reason for parents to comfort themselves because of their own irresponsibility.

In their hearts, sending a child to an Internet rehabilitation center is a responsibility.

And those children who died in the Internet rehabilitation center were all suppressed by the huge force of the Internet rehabilitation center. All the evidence clues that could be destroyed were destroyed, and those that could not be destroyed were all piled up in the room at the end of the dormitory floor.

Therefore, the child who was tortured to death, with resentment attached to the relic, cried all day long, calling for father to save me and mother to save me.

The original owner's parents didn't understand why Su Shumo brought them here, but as soon as they stepped into the room, the two of them felt a chill, rushing towards their faces, the scorching heat, but the two of them were so cold that they had goose bumps all over their bodies, as if there were people around them. Countless ghosts crawling up from hell seemed to be blowing ghostly wind at them.

"Let... let go of your old man!"

The original owner's father struggled and twisted.

Su Shumo let go with a smile on her face, the original owner's parents were free, trembling from the coldness in the room, turned around and ran away, but the door was slammed shut by a strange force, the next moment, in the quiet room, suddenly A strong wind raged like countless beasts howling, and the two of them couldn't stand still when the strong wind blew. There seemed to be something more terrifying mixed in with the sound of the wind.

But Su Shumo remained motionless in the wind, except that the blood on her forehead disappeared at some point. She raised her hand, the wind stopped, and the light suddenly brightened. There was only a small pile of things in the corner of the room, suddenly There is an extra treatment bed, treatment equipment, oxygen cylinders, and a desk.

The furnishings are the same as those in Ward 15.

What really terrified the original owner's parents was that sitting in front of the desk was a small charred and charred figure. The face of the black figure was uneven, as if she had suffered from electric shocks for many years. The eyes are surprisingly bright.

Beside the black figure, there were a few equally scorched figures. They had no hair, and they couldn't distinguish between men and women. Because of their presence, the air smelled of burnt meat.

These black figures were lifeless, and the original owner's parents didn't even know how they appeared. Are they human...or ghosts?

But no matter what it is, what they bring is only the unknown danger that makes people's scalp tingle.

The two people were so frightened that they turned around and wanted to run, but the black shadow moved and approached them step by step. The burnt smell on their bodies became stronger and stronger as they approached.

The parents of the original owner were too frightened to look any further. They turned around and slammed on the door, shouting loudly, but their voices were sealed in the same room as Ward 15, and they couldn't let out half of it.

Just like those screaming people who were tortured by electric shocks in Ward 15.

The scorched figure stretched out his fingers that were blackened even from the electric shock, and pressed the shoulders of the two, expressionlessly dragging the struggling two people who were hoarse, their pitch-black mouths were like a devouring All the black holes, the cold and low voice came from inside:

"You are all sick, and your children sent you here for your own good."

In the same words, if another person said it, and another recipient, the parents of the original owner felt ridiculously desperate and terrified. They were like the children who were sent in, scratching the door vigorously, breaking their nails, and scratching on the door. There were bloodstains from scraping, part of the nails were peeled off, and turned upside down on the flesh, revealing the red flesh underneath, blurred with blood.

But no matter how they struggled, they were still tied to the treatment bed by those scorched black figures exuding a strange smell. The straps were wrapped around them, and the treatment device was not powered on, but the milliampere value was displayed.

There was only one treatment bed, and the original owner's mother was escorted by two black shadows and waited aside. On the treatment bed, the original owner's father had bruised veins on his struggling arm, and his wrist was also rubbed with bleeding marks.

He stared wide-eyed in horror, his eyeballs bulged, and on his temples, the raised veins were extremely obvious.

Xu Shi was frightened to the extreme, he gradually became furious, and stared at Su Shumo furiously from the corner of his eye:
"You bastard, let go of me, let go of me quickly, or I... ah!"

The scorched black figure quickly wiped the electrode pad across his temple, and then, a cold and numb voice sounded:

"Does it hurt?"

This sentence is very familiar to everyone who enters the Internet ring center.

The original owner's father was probably shocked by the electric shock. The pain made him a little clear-headed. Looking at the charred figures surrounding the treatment bed, he suddenly realized:
"Oh, I get it, it must be you bastards, let me go quickly, or I will let the teacher punish you!"

The so-called punishment in the Internet Rehabilitation Center is to continuously use high-current electric shocks to those who make mistakes.

(End of this chapter)