Death Inquisitor

A piece of flesh tears apart.

The man with brown curly hair didn't care about the pain. After covering the wound with the other hand, he stumbled forward and chased the others.

At the same time, my heart kept roaring: "Don't die, don't let me die!"

I don't know if this prayer worked or the result of his potential burst.

Until he caught up with the footsteps of those in front, he was not hit by the debris thrown by the non-mainstream gangsters behind.

It's just that this time the monsters behind them were chased, from one to three!

On the other side, Huang Dehua listened to the lullaby reverberating in his ears, and felt his eyelids began to heavy again.

So he clenched the knife in his hand and went to the yard of a family.

Crossing the white wooden fence that is not high, walked across the lawn and came to the door of the house, intending to repeat the trick.

A thud knocked on the door.

At the same time, a trace of tension, excitement and excitement in his heart cheered Huang Dehua's spirit.

However, this time he knocked on the door for a long time, and there was no response in the room, let alone came to open the door.

"Strange, is there no one?" Huang Dehua stepped back, looking at the light on the second floor, frowning thought.

But it shouldn't be, the lights are bright.

"Anyway, it's just a small town fabricated by the death magistrate. It doesn't matter how..." He couldn't understand him, his face suddenly showed a rue.

Suddenly kicked the door.

That's right, Huang Dehua actually knew that this town is fake. After all, the background setting of this town is too ridiculous. Who can never sleep?

Because of this, he dared to kill the staff of the shelter after killing the black criminals.

Because he knew that the death judge would not trouble him because of these dummies.

But for him, these dummies are not much different from real people. They can bleed and excite him from sleepiness.

The door was kicked open, and Huang Dehua went directly to the second floor with a knife.

But in less than ten seconds, a horrified cry rang upstairs.

Then, a series of panic footsteps appeared on the stairs.

The murderous man ran down from above in panic.

In the rear, two big and one small, three decaying bodies followed closely behind him.

After three hours in a small fantasy.

Seven of John finally got rid of the monsters who chased them and hid in a hospital.

This will squeeze in an unmanned ward, continually breathing.

Especially the three injured people are as pale as paper.

In addition to the brown curly-haired man, two criminals were injured in the subsequent chase, one wounded his arm and one wounded his back.

"No, no, I can't stand it, I want to rest." Laurent said while struggling to breathe, his eyes opened indifferently, his body soaked with sweat.

"Can't sleep, have you forgotten that guy's end. And who knows if you die will become that kind of monster." John crawled hard and began to shake Laurent's body desperately.

Others' faces also changed slightly, remembering the horror of non-mainstream gangsters.

"But if we go on like this, we will collapse sooner or later. I'm exhausted." Laurent cried.

"Yeah, this guy is right, we need to rest. And I am already hungry," said a criminal, covering his stomach.

Others are silent.

The criminal who suffered a back injury and broke a big mouth suddenly started to dump towards the side.

With a bang, he fell to the ground and caught the attention of others.

"Wake up, wake up! You can't sleep! Damn, you wake me up!" The quarreling man next to him changed his face sharply and shook him violently. After finding out that it didn't work, he began to whip and baw.

But no matter how he whipped, the opponent didn't respond at all.

"Oops, it must be blood loss and fatigue, which made him comatose."

"So what should I do, the coma should be the same as being asleep?"

"Damn, I haven't breathed anymore!" The quarreling man stopped his slap and looked under the man's nose, his face hard to look.

There was a flash of fear on other people's faces.

"Run, or wait for this guy to become a monster, we will die!"

Just after a short break, I had to escape, and everyone was reluctant.

But even if they were reluctant, they could only stagger up and move two legs that were heavier than lead, and ran out.

One by one with the color of panic.

This town is getting more and more scary.

In fact, it's not that the town is more terrifying, but the illusion that their body has begun to reach its limit, making them feel that it is more difficult to live, and the hope of survival is even more slim.

In more than 700 other small illusions, those criminals do not have to face scary monsters.

But the increasingly sleepy consciousness is also torturing them. After seeing the horror that the companions around him died in their sleep, some people took self-mutilation to fight against the nightmare.

But this way of drinking thirst to quench thirst will eventually reach its limit.

Especially for some people who stayed up late the night before they were arrested and didn't have a good rest, the pain in their lives couldn't lighten their eyelids.

Often less than a few seconds, it becomes heavier than the mountain.

Huang Dehua, who moves separately from others, will hide under the big tree in the yard of a family.

A burst of sleepiness and exhaustion swept through.

He felt that he could not hold on.

"Can't sleep, it's all over when I'm asleep." Huang Dehua gritted his teeth and cheered up.

Then there was a dizziness in front of him, and he fell off the tree.

The sound of lullaby in ears became clearer.

He didn't want to move at all, his eyelids became heavier and he closed slowly.

"Can't sleep...can't..."

But soon, completely passed out.

Entered the double illusion of the small illusion.

"Ji Jie, a dirty soul again, are you ready to die!"

A horrible voice sounded in an empty world.

Huang Dehua snapped a jerky look and looked around.

When he saw two figures in the distance, the expression on his face became very frightened.

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