My Cell Prison

It seems to take 1 ~ 2 hours from dusk to the moon.

Han Dong drove a car one kilometer away from the school.

Came to a restaurant in the suburban town-[Mr. Jade's Pasta].

People are iron rice is steel.

Han Dong, who has n’t eaten for two days, even if he stimulates cell division many times and then self-phagocytoses, the total energy is constantly decreasing ... Since there is extra time, he hastily eat something.

"Boss, three tomato beef Italians, two salmon roe fried rice, one whole roast chicken, and one green salad ... all packaged."

The only boss left in the store with a serious hairline shift, the three young guys did not expect to eat so much. "Okay, I'll do it by myself, and it may take half an hour."

"Slightly faster, we are in a hurry."

Han Dong handed out a banknote printed with Benjamin Franklin.

There are many more banknotes like this on Mercedes cars.

The three took their seats in a fairly spacious restaurant. While waiting for food to be prepared, Cass went to the convenience store next door to buy some necessary supplies-vat of water, spare gasoline and a detailed map of Maine.

"Derui is only a hundred kilometers straight from us.

However, you have to drive around 200 kilometers ... and many national roads and high-speed roads leading to Derui are blocked, and you may need to cross some country roads.

Expect to spend two to three days traveling to Derui.

If there are any abnormalities or clues discovered in the middle, it is appropriate to extend the time. "

"Ok."

"Also ... there is a question about Kas your weapon.

We try to resupply for you through the reward of the side story before heading to the town of Derui. "

Kas is not a boxer. The breaking of the stone pig sword is a relatively large loss ... No one can imagine that this sophisticated level of equipment can be easily destroyed by the ultimate monster.

The boss is still making food.

Ling Ling Ling ...

The doorbell rang and another guest came.

The sweaty boss held the packaged pasta and fried rice in his hand, and only one roast chicken that had not been cut open could not be packaged. He signaled to Han Dong and others to wait for a while.

Entering the door was a guest similar to a tramp.

The boss did not dislike it. It seems that many homeless men have been received: "Excuse me, what would you like to eat?"

no respond.

The guest just reached for the cheapest vegan pasta on the menu and threw a ball of stained coins on the counter.

After all, it's money, and the boss puts it in the drawer.

If you can raise enough money, you can take your family to another state and county to settle down when the migration permit is obtained.

The tramp-dressed guest didn't say a word during the whole process, and chose to sit on the opposite side of Han Dong's party. His sweater hood and a dirty peaked cap blocked his face.

Creak ~

During meals.

A cockroach crawled out of the guest's sleeve.

Before waiting for the cockroaches to climb out half a meter, the tramp caught his fingers directly and threw them into his backhand ...

In the silent restaurant, the sound of cockroach shells being crushed by teeth is extremely clear.

After a while.

The boss came with a large bag of food, which was filled with roasted chicken cut into small pieces, and the aroma of the paper bag was never completely sealed.

Just as the boss passed the tramp.

Maybe it was attracted by the smell, the tramp suddenly reached out and grabbed the roast chicken ... together with the packing bag, he stuffed his mouth, and some of the roast chicken pieces that had not been stuffed into his mouth fell to the ground.

When the boss saw this, he first apologized to Han Dong at the next table. "Sorry, I'll make one for you right away."

"It's okay ... the roast chicken is gone, we'll hurry."

"That's not OK! Soon, the stove is now at its highest temperature, and it will be ready in ten minutes ..."

The boss insisted on redoing a roast chicken.

After trotting back to the kitchen, place the turkey back in the oven.

Holding an iron rod, he returned to the restaurant angrily, obviously because the roast chicken was snatched by the tramp.

Pointing at the tramp with an iron rod, "It's very nice for you to come in for dinner ... get out of here soon!"

Regarding the boss's scolding, the tramp was indifferent, and even reached out to pick up the pieces of meat that fell to the ground, eating with great interest.

The frustrated boss directly picked up the iron rod in his hand, and suddenly swung at the tramp's back.

Click ~ Some kind of bone was cracked. It seemed that the spine was broken ... The boss didn't fully force it, and this level of knocking would not break the spine at all.

At the same time, a piece of roast chicken that was just eaten into the mouth by the tramp was also knocked out by this stick.

The angry tramp suddenly turned his head.

Remove the hood.

A horrible face covered with cockroaches and watermelon worms was exposed, and flesh and blood was almost eaten, leaving only a few muscle threads on the face.

Simultaneously!

The spine was suddenly stretched by the boss.

Wanderers, which were only ordinary people's height, were stretched to a length of four meters as a whole ... The growth areas were pure white spine and curved spike-like proliferation skeletons.

Carrying numerous moth swarms, trying to swallow the restaurant owner alive.

An instant near the boss.

bass!

The tramp's movement stopped.

His skull and heart were all destroyed, dragging a few meters long spine to the ground, and moist swarms crawling over his body were all dispersed.

died!

Not by Han Dong and his party.

All that is done is the restaurant owner who is forced to protect himself.

In addition to the original iron rod, a meat-slicing butcher knife was held in the hands of the boss.

Staring at the empty tramp on the ground, the boss couldn't help but sigh:

"Ah ... there is no meat, it can only be used for soup."

That's right, the reason why tramps will grab Han Dong's group of packed food.

Because the 'roasted chicken' in the packing bag is not chicken in nature, but a type of meat that the tramp loves.

This shop is not an ordinary shop in itself.

The boss then turned his head to look at Han Dong and others, and said helplessly:

"I was going to wait until you were full and satiated, and then you will be processed into the upper layer of good meat ... Now that I have seen my true face in advance, I am only ashamed."

I do not know when the door of the restaurant has been blocked by more than a dozen 'porks' hanging from the restaurant.

With a smile on his face, the boss slowly leaned on the three youths.

The owner has turned more than a hundred diners who came to the restaurant into food for the restaurant.

Just when the boss was approaching.

Han Dong turned his head to look at the ray of moonlight flowing into the restaurant, and frowned slightly: "Boss, I said we were in a hurry ... this is not easy to do now."

"What's not easy? Rest assured, it will soon be over. My knife is fine."

The boss is about to step forward.

I noticed something strange and appeared in my own restaurant ... It seemed to be standing behind him ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ turning body.

Suddenly waved the butcher knife in his hand.

Huh!

It bounced off due to hitting hard objects and curling blades.

In the eyes of the boss is a horrible existence with a white leather mask and a height of two meters.

The knife light flashed.

The boss only felt that his neck was quite cool, then his eyes dropped rapidly, and a single head fell to the ground.

All he saw at the last second was a single fifty-yard leather shoe falling from his head ...

"Thank you bodyguard, let's go ..."

Han Dong slipped out of the restaurant as soon as possible.

Although the rice failed to eat, it verified the usability of the bodyguard.