Chapter 278

Middle aged people's eyes are full of red blood, as if to drip blood. He turned his eyes to the half opened desk drawer, where there was a scalpel.

He stepped forward, tore open the drawer, took out the scalpel inside, and thrust the tip of the knife into his face.

Blood kept coming out of his face. He felt as if he couldn't feel the pain. He dug out the piece of meat.

While digging, he was laughing. The laughter was crazy and terrible. But soon his laughter stopped.

The meat he had dug fell to the ground, and the black mark on it disappeared. At the same time, the mark appeared on the other side of his cheek.

The burning on the other side of his cheek was like a button, which suspended all his movements in an instant.

A few seconds later, he yelled, inserted the scalpel into his desk, his face twisted and ferocious.

"Master of seven love bowl!" He said it word for word, as if chewing each other's flesh and blood.

At this time, still hanging in his white coat, the mobile phone ring suddenly rang. He held the mobile phone, saw the number flashing on it, and his forehead was green.

"Do you still like my gift?"

At the other end of the receiver, Tang Susu's voice came over.

"What have you done to me?"

"I didn't do anything, just connected your life with the life of my little guest. I don't think you would mind, would you?"

"If I mind."

Tang Su Su's voice gradually cold, "then you have to accompany me for 218 years of life, I don't mind if the makers eat all."

A moment ago still ferocious face, the next second suddenly full of smile, "you may rest assured, I will be far away from your small guests."

"Of course I believe in your promise, so goodbye."

After the phone was hung up, the middle-aged man put his mobile phone back in his pocket, hung his white coat on the hook at the door, picked up the leather mask thrown on the ground, patted it and put it back on his face.

After smoothing the wrinkles on the human skin mask, he became Doctor Wu again.

"Mr. Chen's reward is not so easy to take." Murmuring in a low voice, he opened the door and left with a graceful step.

Out of the hospital, a long Bentley pulled up beside him.

The window dropped, revealing a well-dressed old man. He nodded to each other slightly, "the owner is waiting for you."

Dr. Wu's eyes twinkled slightly and sat in the car.

The luxury car was speeding along the road, and soon came to Chen's house.

Seeing the employer sitting on the expensive leather sofa, the chef showed his usual brilliant smile, "I haven't seen you for many days. You look really good."

Chen Dongsheng, a stiff black suit, looked at the chef with a blank face and said, "you missed it."

The cook's smile did not change, and he spread out his hand. "Did I not get rid of the runaway Canary as you asked?"

Chen Dongsheng did not speak. His fingertips were tapping gently on the sofa.

After a while, she listened to him again, "her death did not let me achieve my goal."

The chef laughed, "Mr. Chen, I remember telling you before that the possibility of success is only 70%. Obviously, you are not among the 70%

"Is that true?" Chen Dongsheng turned her eyes and looked at the chef.

His eyes were cold, but this did not make the chef waver. "You should believe my profession. Since the death of that lady has no effect on you, we'll take a more secure way."

"I won't give you a second chance to quibble." With that, Chen Dongsheng got up and said, "see off the guests."

Like an invisible person, the housekeeper Chen standing in the corner comes forward and bows to the chef slightly, "guests, please come this way."

The chef walked briskly out of the depressed Chen's house, waiting for the eyes on him to disappear completely, and the smile on his face gradually faded away.

He stopped, raised his trembling hand and wiped his back neck with sweat.

He took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped his hands. He threw the white handkerchief to the side of the road. He raised his hand and touched his face. He murmured in a low voice: "people under the eaves have to bow their heads."

He walked slowly along the road where there were few cars. It was late at night that he walked back to an abandoned house in the suburb.

The windows and doors of the house he lived in were long gone, and there were no lights around at night. It was like walking into the bloody mouth of a vicious beast.

After he entered the house, a shrill and piercing bird song began.

In the corner of the room, a big black bird fluttered its wings impatiently. A pair of wings spread out for two or three meters, and the thick smell came with its flapping.

If you look at it carefully, you will find that the bird's head is long and short, which adds up to nine. There is also a cavity, is constantly dripping blood to the ground.The bad smell in the house was from the blood.

The cook went to the bird and raised his hand to touch its head. However, he was pecked by one of its heads, and a blood hole appeared on the back of his hand.

Smell the smell of blood, the rest of the head scrambled to turn over, all want to share a share.

"Oh, it's so greedy and ugly. How could your master like to raise animals like you?"

There was a smile in the chef's words, and the voice was soft, as if he was saying something praising, rather than slowly vicious.

"Well, he gave you to me, and I don't like you so much."

As soon as the voice fell, he raised his hand and pinched the head that he had just pecked on his hand. The palm of his hand gently broke off and cracked with a crack. The head seemed to have lost its support and fell down soft.

Then, one by one, until the last head dropped, the bird had no sound.

The cook squatted beside the bird's huge body, patted it gently, and said in a soft voice, "what's the use of growing so many heads? You can't even hold the soul of a child. It's really a waste!"

Before long, from the outside, we could see the fire flickering in the room. A bad smell of scorch floated out of the room.

The cook squatted in front of the stove, one hand with a wooden stick gently touched the firewood inside, the other hand took a burnt black skin, but the inside is still dripping blood meat, is constantly biting with his mouth.

The lower half of his face was covered with blood and looked terrible.

When he finished his last bite of meat, the fire in the stove gradually disappeared, and the mobile phone screen on the ground lit up.

It shows two dialogues:

- the nine headed bird you sent me is so incompetent that I only ate it.

I warned you not to act rashly.

The chef scoffed at the screen.

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