Jean Of Bright City 13

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Fry looked at Song Ying with an annoyed face, and then laughed.

"Sure enough, you can't be a bit careless."

Gate immediately took out a pinhole probe the size of a nail shell, and after passing it, Fry took out a long black object with a lighter laugh from his pocket, and put the probe into it, and it appeared immediately. A light and shadow screen was taken, and the picture from the beginning of the time they saw Jean began to shoot.

"Oh, Mr. Jean, it's been a long time since I'm gone, still as handsome and charming as ever."

Wang Wangwang

This would be a man lying on the ground in the vegetable field, constantly imitating the dog's barking, and then began to howl, and then directly raised a foot, began to pee, urine flowed down the pants.

"Pissing in the ground again, hairy."

Fry shouted, and the man immediately put out his tongue, and ran over excitedly, like a dog, breathing excitedly, tongue hanging out, saliva splashing, Fry took out a small piece of paper from his pocket Here, after writing a string of numbers, he made some saliva on the man's tongue and put it on his head.

"Go and inform the cadres, big hair, go quickly."

As the man said, he ran on the ground with all his hands and feet, very fast, and it was already two hundred meters away in a blink of an eye.

Suddenly Fry's eyes shone with green light, and then a particle of light began to go towards Song Ying, and she immediately faded all her clothes.

After watching Frye for a while, he pressed a hand on Song Ying's neck, then stretched his nose and sniffed.

"This man named Billy is not an ordinary person. I am afraid there is a severe split in personality, because he remains in the breath molecule on you, there are many different particles, interesting guy."

Song Ying sighed and waved his hands helplessly.

"Fortunately, dean, please explain to us every time you go out. Use your body to smear it with your body a long time ago. I'm afraid that this time they have sent my lipstick to the 4th department to test DNA, but it is a pity that they I can't find anything. After all, 30 years ago, I was not a mutant."

Fry nodded, and then he took out a whistle, and suddenly it blew up. The sharp and piercing whistle sounded, and the people who were still moving at the flower bed in the field came towards this side. , An individual is like a walking dead, this time the sun's rays begin to dim, and a violent red light sweeps across, the night falls, and the entire mental hospital is instantly covered with a layer of misty breath, a dim The light came on.

This brought nearly 200 celebrities closer together, shaking their eyes dullly, and Fry took out a tuning fork and tapped it with a small stick.

Ding

With a pleasant and soft voice rippling, the mental patients began to do gymnastics one by one, Fry struck them, they twisted their bodies, as if dancing, as if playing. He stretched his arms and thighs, pulling each other in a circle, looking like a happy look, smiling with joy.

Song Ying and Gate had blocked their ears with earplugs at this time, but their hands and feet were still a little bit unmovable.

After a while, Fry stopped striking. He took out a small horn with a rubber sleeve behind it. After pinching, the small horn made a strange and continuous sound, and the mental patients began to shake. As if there was no soul, he lined up towards Fry's sides and walked into the dark and dark room.

"The human body is like a time bomb. I have already geared them up. They will detonate as soon as they arrive at the scheduled time. It is really interesting, but now things on your side are more important, although they may be investigated by them. Something, but if they want to involve you, at most they will take coercive measures, then..."

Song Ying giggled.

"Whether it is mental or physical pain, the methods they use are too pediatric, and besides, if I can't do it, I will explode. This body doesn't matter."

Song Ying said, looking at his body, put a finger into his mouth.

"Let's go, just wait for the two of you. The madman's ball has already begun. Go to the house of the dead."

Fry said that he was still looking at Billy's photo. He had learned a lot from Billy's eyes and manners. This guy was also an out-and-out madman. Fry raised his mouth slightly, turning slowly. After walking, Gate put Song Yin's clothes on, and the two followed Fry into the dark and dull building. The three seemed to be able to see it. In the dark and dull environment, there would be no point at all. Bump and walk normally.

Passing through the main building nearly 50 meters wide, there are two dim lights outside when you go out. There is a towering building in the distance, and in front of you is a cemetery with a lot of transparency on the ground The urn, which is cylindrical, has a skull on it and the lettering of the date of birth and date of death.

The large and small urns are stacked on this brown mud. In the middle, there is a cylindrical cement column. Fry took the two to the cement column. His eyes shone with blue light particles. The moment the particles touched the column, with the rumbling sound, all the urns around them shuddered, making a clicking noise.

Immediately after the pillar began to rise slowly, it had been raised nearly 10 meters high, and there was a small door covered with mud. After the door opened, there was a downward elevator, and the three walked in.

Along with the sinking rumble, the elevator stopped after a while, and a crunchy door opened. There was a door looking very old in front of it, with an inverted skull pattern carved on the door, the door was brown, and the skull was black of.

Dong dong dong

Frye knocked on the door, and the room opened with a squeak. There was a burst of cheers and laughter in a time, and there were sounds of entanglement, a strange smell coming out, a smell of wine, and a man And women cheering excitedly.

For a while, all the strangely dressed people got up and looked at Fry in excitement, bowing and shouting in unison.

"President."

"Please go to the grave hall."

Fry shouted, and walked with his stride. A person lined up and followed Fry. He took out a bone-shaped biscuit from his pocket with a smile and bit it with a click. The expression became extremely excited.

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