Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 831 Lenny Collein is in the water

Lenny Collein in the sea got thinner and older.He looked like a twisted pole in an orange prison uniform, with noticeably thinning hair in the center of his head, which appeared to be graying in places.

Compared with the appearance when he was teaching at the school seven years ago, life in prison seems to have made Collein more than 20 years old.Even so, Jania could instantly recognize his prominent eyes and wide, crocodile-like mouth.When he was still pretending to be a kind and good teacher, his eyes were always squinted pretendingly, showing watery kindness and concern, and his wide mouth curled into a flattering smile, making the children feel that he was not angry people.Now those disguises have peeled off with his time in prison, and he's nothing but an ugly ghoul.

Jania didn't know what mood she felt when she saw Klein.If one day she knew that Klein had escaped from prison and appeared at her house, then she would be nervous, she would be afraid, and then she would be angry.She thought she would, because she had thought many times about how she should have shot Claire, or smashed his head with a swinging club—Malcolm told her that "Gao Wan and eyes" weren't all the time. Both are applicable, if the opponent doesn't want to force her, and never clings to her too closely, it will not be so easy to concentrate on attacking such a small target in a real fight.But everyone has a fragile head.She doesn't need sharp and dangerous weapons, as long as the reaction is fast enough, the force is strong enough, and the stick is strong enough.A good length stick is stronger than anything else, unless you have a gun.

However, even a person like Malcolm who has seen drug dealer shootouts and street robberies several times will not encounter the situation like Jania's now.Lenny Collein is in the water, under the sea.He looked so real, even the traces of the passage of time were there, not like an illusion at all.If Jania jumped off the side of the boat now, she doubted that she would really be in that felon prison on the isolated island.

It was so unbelievable that Jania was calmed by the strangeness.She didn't feel scared or angry, just thought that she had really seen something tonight.How would Hannah explain this?What would her elder brother in Africa know about it?

She wanted to pull her head back into the boat and ask Chirabin to explain what she saw.But she didn't want to take her eyes off the cell.When the initial shock had passed, Jania noticed that Klein's cell was indeed very strangely furnished: pillows, sheets, and quilts were torn, the chair legs had somehow been turned into a pile of splinters, and many other things. Unrecognizable pieces, like pages of a book or torn bread.All these fragments were collected in the corners of the room, and even the top four corners.It wasn't thrown casually, and Klein must have put a lot of effort into gluing the scraps together.Jania could hardly think what his glue was.

If the Klein in the sea had any connection to the real Klein, then the disgusting prisoner must have gone mad.He knelt in the only corner where there was no pile of things, his face was looking up at the sea, just facing Jania.But Jania knew he didn't see her, because Klein's eyes were so empty.He was in some sort of distraught state, like a walking dead.But he must still be alive, because his lips were moving all the time.He murmured endlessly as if reciting a spell, and an eager look gradually appeared on his face.

Jania watched him quietly on the surface of the sea.She began to think that Klein was doing some kind of ritual.Some kind of religious ritual.But she had never heard of any mass ceremonies that required the room to be arranged like this.It must have taken a long time, did no one find out?And what was he praying for?

Just when Jania was still confused about the situation, Klein's cheeks squirmed.He seemed to push his tongue back and forth in his own mouth, and what he spit out finally was a metal piece, like a sealing piece for a can, but part of it was twisted off or cut off, forming a very sharp small head.Jania thought it might work as a lock pick.Yes, this is not an exaggeration of the story. A simple lock can be opened by a metal sheet. Malcolm once saw a Spanish local gangster eat with this method, and almost stole the entire old house.It immediately occurred to her that this might be Lenny Collein's plan: he was going to pretend to be a madman in religious fanaticism, have the prison guards handcuff him to the hospital, and then wait for an opportunity to escape.It is certainly easier to open the locks of a handcuff than a prison.

However, Jania soon knew that she had guessed wrong.Klein didn't hide the small piece of metal to pick the lock.He squeezed the little thing in his left hand, pressed the pointed end into the flesh of his right wrist, and stroked it quickly and violently, cutting a deep gash.Blood gushed out like steamed Coca-Cola.

Jania almost cried out in surprise.Lenny Collein was cutting his own right wrist.He cut so hard, almost tearing, that in the blink of an eye there was blood around his legs.He dropped his right wrist to the ground between his legs to make the blood flow faster.From Jania's perspective, it looked like a blood-red spring was gushing and splashing under Klein's body.

She stared intently at Collein's face, waiting for him to struggle or cry out so the guards could be called to the hospital.But Klein didn't make a sound.His face was calm and eager, as if he was completing a very important matter, and he didn't intend to let outsiders come in and disturb him at all.After a while, he raised his right hand again to observe the wound carefully.He inserted the small point into the wound and cut a second time at a slight angle.His left hand blocked Jania's view of whether he had severed the main blood vessel, but the depth of the wound was no joke.It reminded her of being pecked by a crow on her wrist when she was a child. The small blood hole was not very big, but it hurt like hell.She almost lost feeling in her entire hand.How did Klein do it with a small spike?The bastard probably cut his own tendons.Will he die from blood loss?It is not so easy to commit suicide by slitting your wrists where there is no hot water.

A strong uneasiness began to brew in Jania's heart.Klein in the sea looked so weird and real that she felt like she was staring at the real Klein, the scumbag pedophile and serial killer.But there's something different about him, not just physically, but... something more qualitative.The look on his face made Jania feel more hate and disgust than ever, a desire dirtier than rotting corpses, a greed that made her want to smash the bastard's head out.The thought did cross her mind: if she threw the cudgel down now and slammed it into the waves, would the stick hit Klein?
Collein's blood dripped all over the floor of the cell.He finally fell down, lying silently on his side on the floor, but his eyes were fixed on the ceiling.Looking at it this way, he might die within ten minutes.The scene might have been a hallucination, a fantastic mirage created by the sea monster, but it was enough to please Jania.Lenny Collein should have died long ago, every second he lived was polluting the air.If it's true, she hopes to get confirmation from her mother's phone call tomorrow; if it's just an illusion shown to her by the sea monster, she hopes it's an accurate prophecy of the future.

She watched that scene without distraction, almost forgetting that she was still on a small wooden boat that was precarious.Determining Klein's life and death became what she wanted to do most at the moment.Just let him die.She prayed in her heart.No matter what madness Klein is, let him cut off all the main blood vessels at the wrist, and let all his dirty and smelly blood flow out.That's what's best for the three dead kids and their families.That's best for everyone.She really thought this way, but her subconscious mind told her that this was not in line with the development of the situation.

Conclusions are drawn before things happen.Only after Jania understood that Klein would not die easily did the prisoner, who was lying in a pool of blood, move.First Lenny Collein's face began to convulse, the muscles convulsed almost inhumanly.And then his eyes, bouncing like two unrelated balls in a washtub.When his two blue eyes finally coordinated, he was staring directly above his head, as if some unimaginable sight appeared in the ceiling.Jania had no way of knowing what he was seeing, because from her vantage point the cell's ceiling seemed to have been chipped away, leaving only piles of debris crowded in the corner.But Klein must have seen something, and his body arched because of it, his mouth opened wide, as if to let out some kind of silent scream.

Jania tried to press her head closer to the surface.That didn't really make sense, because she couldn't see what Klein was looking at anyway.But an increasingly intense sense of crisis drove her away, asking her to try her best to find out the answer.She even wanted to see something in the reflection of Klein's eyes.The prisoner was still arched, with his limbs sticking to the ground, but his stomach was raised high, as if he was trying to do a backstroke on the ground—no, no, that wasn't a backstroke, it was him trying to crawl away in this position.He wanted to use his right hand with severed tendons to climb away from the original position, but he couldn't even turn over.

A wave rose from the side of the boat, wet Jania's forehead and cheeks, and choked into her nostrils.Jania coughed violently from the cold, brackish water.She blinked vigorously, trying to get rid of the sea water flowing into her eye sockets as soon as possible, to see what the hell Lenny Collein was doing.But the more anxious she was, the more stinging her eyes became.Finally she had to withdraw her body into the boat and roughly wipe her face with her sleeve.

She heard Chirabin ask excitedly: "What interesting did you see?"

Jania didn't answer him.For a few seconds, she wondered if Chirabin really didn't know what she saw?Did she use her imagination out of doubt, or was there really a hint of knowing in that interesting tone?
"Why don't you see for yourself," she said, continuing to wipe her face with her sleeve.

"I ain't gonna do that, shit, because I'm not a very good swimmer. If I poke out like you did just now, and get in the water again, I can't tell what a mess I'm going to make."

If it weren't for Klein in the sea, Jania would have been annoyed and amused by his words.What a bloody thing.She said to Chilabin in her heart.What are you doing boating in the middle of the night if you can't even touch the water?
But she didn't talk to Chirabin again.Half of it was because she was anxious to see what happened to Klein, and the other half was because she admitted that Chirabin's caution was reasonable.The sea water was terribly frozen in the middle of the night.She only got it on her head and face, but she felt bitingly cold all over her body.If she hadn't been able to hear the sound of the waves and feel the heaving and swaying of the boat, she would have suspected that she had been locked in the ice house.If she fell into such water, she might not even be able to swim 500 meters.Moreover, there may be water quality problems in this sea area, which made her eyes feel itchy and astringent when she touched the sea water, and she couldn't open them at all.

The boat shook violently again, making Jania's heart skip a beat.But then she heard Chilabin say, "Be careful, there isn't much room in this boat. If you don't sit still, the next wave will knock you over."

"I'm sitting still," said Jania, a little fidgety.Her face was dry, but the sting in her eyes had been slow to heal, which worried her somewhat.It would be foolish for her to be blinded by this inexplicable expedition.Fortunately, the sting is indeed subsiding.She blinked, and she could vaguely see candlelight and moonlight.

"Hold on tight." Chilabin still advised patiently, "It's easy for you to fall like this. Can you still swim? If you fall out, none of us will rescue you. This is not Said that I have a problem with you, but there was no place for you on this ship."

Jania was slightly relieved to have her eyesight restored.She closed her eyes again, and reached out to grab a horizontal board.Despite the dire conditions at the surface, she doesn't feel like she needs someone to save her.She spat out a bit of sea water from her mouth, opened her eyes and looked at Chirabin, intending to tell him that she didn't need anyone on the boat to rescue her—but she was completely wrong.

Chirabin wasn't talking to her at all.The man in charge of the oars was now looking eagerly at the bow with his head on one side.Zhou Wenxing was standing next to his leg, while Jania was closer to his other foot.The thing that hung over the bow was drenched, with its hands and feet hanging overboard, like a poor slave tied there for a figurehead.The wound on his right wrist was still bleeding, and under the dim candlelight, the blood looked as black and turbid as the sea water, thinly and straightly falling towards the sea surface.Jania was on the verge of crying out, for now Lenny Collein's protruding eyes were no longer distracted, and he was lying on the boat with his upside-down face hanging down, staring straight and clearly at her.He looked at her like a dead man, like a butcher looking at a tied up pig.

"It's quite new." Chi Labin said, "Zhou, has your brother ever done this before? Just drive away guests like this? I think his taste is very broad-you have to think about it, if he doesn't accept it How could he have given the second sword to a murderer in the first place?"

"He won't say no."

"Who else could that be?"

"It's the ritual of the guard's modification."

This was the last part of the conversation that Jania heard clearly.She didn't bother to ponder them, she could only stare intently at Lenny Klein who appeared on the boat.The prisoner who escaped from the sea really looked like a ghost now, slowly opening his mouth to her, revealing his white teeth.His legs flicked strangely toward the floor of the boat, and he flew toward Jania.

　Due to the filtering measures of the starting point, some words in this chapter will be displayed in homophones, hereby declare.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)