Rebirth of Asura

Chapter 110 Hope After Despair (1)
The woman looked at Qiu Qianxue vigilantly for the first time, only to see her slumped on the sofa, motionless in a posture that would be difficult for a sober person to maintain, without any abnormality.

Then she looked at the man collapsed on the edge of the sofa again. The man stared at her with wide eyes, with a puzzled and panicked expression. He didn't know why he suddenly became numb and couldn't move. He just remembered that he was bitten by something just now. Next, is it that girl?

The woman squatted down, looked at the man in amazement, carefully searched for the wound on his body, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a white fluff on the left side of the man's neck.

"What's going on, could it be this..."

Before the last syllable fell, the swing on the sofa suddenly moved.

Almost at the same time as she opened her eyes, Qiu Qianxue reached out and grabbed the marble coffee table on the right, and took a pair of tweezers for holding cups from the tea set rack with precision. Before the woman could react, she knelt on the sofa He kicked his foot forward, and thrust the metal tweezers into the woman's temple.

Before the woman's outstretched hand touched the swing snow, she rolled her eyes and slowly fell backwards.

Qiu Qianxue stepped off the sofa, tore off a large section of tissue, pressed the woman's temple, and slowly pulled out the tweezers.

There was not much time left for the anesthesia produced by Xueqiu, and Swing Snow didn't delay at all. She turned to face her man motionless, and could only stare at her man in horror, and inserted the tweezers into his temple again.

One second before the man died, the anesthesia failed, and his fingers suddenly twitched in pain, but only trembled a few times, and finally returned to peace forever.

Pulling out the tweezers from his brain in the same way, Swing Snow scanned the entire luxurious room, found two plastic bags on her hands, and walked slowly to a monitor screen at the other end of the room.

On the screen, in the dark stone house, more than 20 young men and women with their hands and feet tied together huddled together in embarrassment. They shrank their bodies and whimpered in a low voice. Every face was full of fear and despair.On the other side of the table, there is a magazine of freak show photos standing vertically. In the photo on the cover, a sweet-looking girl has no hands, but on her back, there is a grafted To the wings of the white eagle.

And the expression on the girl's face was as numb as a dead person's. Without her hands, even suicide became an extravagant hope.

This is what she saw when she secretly opened her eyes when she first entered the door.

Looking at the photo, Qiu Qianxue slightly raised the corners of her mouth, holding the camera covered with white brains in her small hand, and wiped it leisurely, whispering: "Do you want to make me like this too? Will you plan to do it?" What kind of shape does it take, like the dolls in the window?” In that case, her limbs need to be broken.

I just heard from the man that the man named Brother Dong will be here in two hours, so hurry up.

She took out a small pack of gummy bears that children love from her pocket, took out two, and stuck them on the index fingers of men and women, copying their fingerprints.After groping around the woman for a while, he found a remote control lock.

It took another half an hour, she dragged their bodies into the bathtub of the bathroom, cleaned the ground where a few drops of brains had dripped, and wiped everything she touched with her bare hands. The wiped tweezers are hung back on the tea rack on the marble coffee table.

Well, I don't know, does anyone with a keen sense of smell smell brains when drinking tea?

After leaving the room, Qiu Qianxue turned two small turns according to the route he just wrote down, and saw an elevator entrance, but there was only one broken elevator, and the indicator light was black.

(End of this chapter)