The three lifted the blue cloth and walked out of the arcade room.
Wu Dahai reached out and pulled the shutter down, "Old Huang, don't blame me, I'm just a hired hand in the organization, the rules are all set by the big boys."
This time, Qing Ling was standing on the curb outside the house in silence.
"Qing Ling? Or is it Qing Ling?" Gao Yang asked carefully.
"Qing Ling." She looked back over, "Did you win?"
"Won." Gao Yang smiled bitterly, "But this is just a warm up, there is a second test."
Qing Ling had an expected look on her face, "I guess so."
"Dare I be the only one naive enough to think that just winning the game is enough?" Officer Huang was a bit hurt.
"Actually, it doesn't matter at all if you guys play the game well or not, I'm mainly testing your patience, and by the way, I'm also observing your character, our organization, we don't use strength as the only standard of measurement." Wu Dahai rubbed his nose proudly.
"Since we passed the character test, is the strength test next?" Gao Yang asked.
"Of course, our organization doesn't accept FIVE, and those whose talent sequence numbers don't make it into the top 100 are all PASSED."
Gao Yang's heart was weak: isn't that me? It seems like I can only muddle through in a while. If he really can't, he will let Qing Ling and Officer Huang join the organization first, anyway, he can still slowly hang up to earn lucky points, and it's not too late to comprehend a new talent after hanging up enough.
"This thing, can I take it?" A pale and hoarse voice came from not far away.
Gao Yang glanced sideways, it was an old man with tattered clothes and a stooped figure, he was carrying a dirty trash basket and holding a rusty fire poker in his hand.
The old man stood next to Officer Huang's police car and used the fire poker to point to an empty Coke bottle on the front hood: "Give me this if you don't want it, okay?" The old man asked again.
"Oh yes, no problem." Officer Huang enthusiastically stepped forward, poured out the last bit of Coke, flattened the Coke bottle with his bare hands, and threw it into the trash basket behind the old man.
"Oh, the youngster just has strength." The old man's face was full of wrinkles, but his smile was pleasant.
"Of course, graduated from the police academy, practiced every day." Officer Huang pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his breast pocket, "Grandpa, have one?"
"Sure." The old man's cloudy eyes brightened.
Officer Huang familiarly pulled out a cigarette, sent it to the old man's mouth, and took out a lighter to light it for him.
"Well ... good." The old man inhaled a mouthful, very enjoyable, and did not thank him, slowly turned around and walked away.
The four people looked at the old man's back as he left.
"So old, still picking up garbage, not easy." Officer Huang was quite sympathetic.
"You wouldn't feel that way if you've seen the young Master Zhang." Wu Dahai sneered, "I grew up in this area when I was a kid, and the kids on the whole street were afraid of him back then."
"Really?"
"Master Zhang was a butcher, but he was fierce. He always resented his wife for not giving him a son, and beat her every day, several times into the hospital. Later, his wife couldn't take it anymore and committed suicide by drinking pesticide. On the day of the suicide, his daughter just finished the college entrance examination, his wife was afraid of affecting her daughter's performance, so she endured until the end of the college entrance examination."
The three were silent.
"His daughter went to college and then cut off the father-daughter relationship with him, and never returned home. Mr. Zhang's wife died, the days are no fun, and then also do not kill pigs, drinking every day, the people drink waste, and then also dabbled in gambling, the house also lost. After that, he has been living on low income and picking up garbage."
Wu Dahai changed his previous frivolous image, his gaze deepened a few points: "This Zhang Dazhi has lived his whole life, I think that although he is now the most inhuman, but the most like a person."
Speaking of this Wu Dahai snorted, "Of course, he is actually a beast."
"Keep your voice down." Officer Huang reminded, "He hasn't gone far, he'll hear you."
"It's fine, he's a Lost One, even if he hears it, he'll automatically ignore it."
"He fell." Qing Ling interjected.
Wu Dahai turned around to look, and the Grand Master Zhang in front of him had already planted himself on the ground at some point.
"Grandpa Zhang?" Wu Dahai quickly stepped forward, "Are you alright?"
The night wind blew in his face, and as Gao Yang looked at the fallen Master Zhang not far away, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He couldn't tell what was wrong, but it seemed to be a kind of instinctive alert brought by the improvement of his "perception".
"Wait a minute! Don't go over!" Gao Yang shouted to stop Wu Dahai.
Wu Dahai was less than three meters away from the old man, he stood still: "What's wrong."
In the next second, everyone except Wu Dahai saw it - Old Man Zhang stood up!
Not as a normal person slowly climbed up, but ignored gravity, stiff body "whoosh" a moment by some invisible force to right.
Qing Ling drew a long knife, Officer Huang quickly pulled out a pistol.
Gao Yang also not idle, immediately back. He knew very well that he was now a waste, not dragging his feet was the biggest contribution to the team.
As soon as Wu Dahai saw the alert movements of the three, he immediately realized that something was wrong. He quickly turned around, only to see Mr. Zhang tilted his head, limbs stiff and tense, like a head was broken "chopsticks". His mouth high speed twitching, foaming at the mouth, inarticulate constantly repeated: "human, human, human human human human human human human human human human human human human human human human human human human human ...".
Immediately after that, the skin on moncler jackets outlet Zhang's body seemed to be scorched by some kind of invisible flame, rapidly melting and evaporating into a gush of blood mist, revealing blood-soaked muscle tissue, while his body shook crazily and patches of blood exploded out of his body.
Grandpa Zhang's voice changed from a pained moan to a frenzied wail, ''Humans! Humans! Humans!" His chest cavity expanded rapidly, his ribs bursting through the flesh and blood and opening out to the sides like the bloody mouth of a cannibal flower, while a disgusting sarcoma sprouted from his chest cavity, which was covered with human features.
If I had to describe it, it looked as if someone had wrapped countless eyes, mouths, ears, and noses in thick plastic, shoved them into an oven, and then combined them into a melted mass after a messy baking session.
This sarcoma resembled a flower bud, slowly blooming.
The upper half of Mr. Zhang's body becomes a leafy vine wrapped around the "bud", while the lower half of his body is in a state of corrosion and melting, deeply rooted into the ground.
In just half a minute, Mr. Zhang transformed from a human being into a deformed, blood-soaked "cannibal flower".
"What kind of beast is this?" Qing Ling frowned.
"I don't know." Officer Huang sank his voice.
"Kill? Or run." Qing Ling asked.
"Run, he doesn't look like he can chase people, and he has already lost his intellect ..." Before Officer Huang's words left his mouth, 'Master Zhang's' large intestine had already turned into several bloody meaty "One of them flew towards Wu Dahai.
Wu Dahai was startled and turned to run.
"Bark." The rattan wrapped around his ankle and pulled hard, and Wu Dahai fell heavily to the ground.
"Don't touch me! Get away, get away ah ..." Wu Dahai was writhing frantically on the ground, his hands trying to grab anything, but it was all in vain.
He was about to be caught at the feet of "Master Zhang" and become its food.
"Bang!"
A bullet was fired, breaking the rattan that was wrapped around Wu Dahai's ankle.
The rattan spewed out a cloud of blood mist and immediately retracted, and the broken section of the rattan also let go of Wu Dahai's ankle, and like a sensitive snake, it quickly swam back along the ground, head first into "Master Zhang's" body, and once again merged with it.
Soon, the broken vines grew back again.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh--"
This time, the three rattan canes flew towards Wu Dahai together.