Boyfriends Always Turned out to Be a Horror Movie Boss

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The black mist whistled past, and seemed to be lost. It usually flowed continuously in this empty building.

Tang En held his breath, and looked at the black mist passing by the door with complex eyes. The information page in his hand was pressed out by the strong folds.

[Experimental arrangement of x month x:

Name: Toures

Subject number: 2310

Experimental content: Inject No. 3 medicament and stimulate its brain waves by electromagnetic stimulation.

An active response appeared, and brain tissue resection was prepared to obtain experimental samples.

...

The subject collapsed. Replace the subject. ]

Tang En stared at the dark fog, the silver-haired man who lost his focus lost his sympathy.

This should also be a poor subject.

He inadvertently retrieved an experimental document left in the office and fully understood the hidden secrets in the sanatorium.

This sanatorium, which claims to care for all mental patients, actually conducts interstellar human experiments in the back ground!

Now the situation of the devil dancing here must have an inseparable relationship with those experiments that violate humanitarianism.

Tang En sighed, and suddenly felt that there were more and more mysteries hidden behind it.

Who has such a large force to support such a secret experimental base?

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

A familiar scream came, and Tang En was shocked and rushed out of the room.

He recognized the master of the voice, his captain and friend-Bill! 】

——From "Top Secret: 4050"

Ward 211

Sitting on the soft and comfortable bed, Zhou Yu felt like something was missing, and he was uncomfortable.

Gaze turned to the silver-haired boy standing aside, Zhou Yu immediately understood what he was missing.

"Come here, Toures."

Zhou Yu rushed into Toures' arms.

Seeing Zhou Yu's pose, Toures immediately flushed.

But even though he was shy, he walked very obediently and was held in his arms by Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu's soft hair was rubbed, and Zhou Yu's smile appeared.

"Ah, so comfortable, Toures. How about you stay here at night?"

Zhou Yu was really reluctant to hold this large pillow, it was so comfortable to hold, and there was a feeling that the voids in her heart were filled.

After listening to Zhou Yu's words, the strong man No. 2 immediately began to persuade him, "No, brother, there are rules here-no!"

He stabbed the strong man No. 2 severely, and the bald strong man glared at him with a steel hate, turning back and smiling flatly, "Of course! Of course, no problem! Brother is assured! Absolutely!

Humph! It's nothing to blame! He waited for this lunatic to be violated by the regulations and be put in a small black room!

See if he can be so arrogant then!

Thors, who knew the rules of the nursing home, glanced at them coldly, turned to look at Zhou Yu, and said softly: "Brother, I can't live here. There are rules in the hospital. Once someone changes the ward and is found They will be put in a small black room together with the people who abetted them to change the ward! "

The bald man really didn't expect that the little bug at the bottom of this sanatorium dared to tell the truth, and suddenly had a cold sweat in his mind, and he could not wait for a needle to sew up on the mouth of Toures.

Damn it! The boy who was obviously being coerced was actually facing the lunatic!

And there is the courage to poke his lies in front of the head of this patient! Don't want to live anymore!

The bald brawny man who has never put the dregs of the soul group in his eyes has eaten a dumb loss, and his heart is almost bleeding.

"Oh, that's how it is."

Zhou Yu glanced at the bald and brazen man with a smirk, and naturally knew his calculations.

It was just that he didn't expect this bald head to be so clueless, and he dared to directly lie such an obvious lie.

Alas, it seems that there is something wrong with the brain, and the illness is not mild.

Thinking in this way, Zhou Yu glanced at the brave man with sympathy.

Then he gave him a heartfelt sympathy.

The captive limb fractured, and the bald brawny who could only crawl on the ground cried like a child.

He was wrong, really!

Who knows what he thought just now? My brain is pumping!

And just as the bald man burst into tears, a black mist penetrated deep into his soul at a faster rate.

Abnormal change is ongoing.

The night was deep.

Tours stood at the door of the ward, watching the gods who had brought him back deliberately, and the love in his eyes became more and more profound.

Today is the best day of his life because-his **** appeared.

Tourse raised his corner of his mouth, his smile as intoxicating as eating the sweetest honey in the world.

"Finally back, hybrid!"

There was a sound of contempt behind him.

Hearing this voice, a dark flash of light flashed through Turquoise's green eyes, converging the joy on his face.

Turning his head, Toures returned to the gloomy look he once had.

Under his delicate green eyes, there are thick black circles, and the clear eyes have become uncomfortable and gloomy.

But the blood on his sick suit and the pale complexion were unsettling and threatening, leaving only the aversion that arose spontaneously.

The disheveled silver-haired boy looked at such a look of Thurs mockingly, and the disdain in his eyes was about to spread.

"What? Are you comfortable with that lunatic? Why didn't you die under that lunatic!"

Looking at the blood stains and pale faces that Tours still had on his body, the silver-haired boy guessed what had happened to him during the day.

Witnessing the dogfight during the day, he didn't think that the lunatic who only knew how to hit people would be good for this hybrid.

This hybrid must be unbearable!

As for the act of giving away just now, I'm afraid it's also to threaten this hybrid to not run around!

Anyway, silver-haired teenagers will never believe that Tours can get preferential treatment from others.

Faced with the ill-will of the silver-haired teenager, Tours was just silent.

But the fingers behind his back were clenched tightly, as if restraining his bloodthirsty sex.

It's too early, killing these guys will cause trouble.

Seeing this disgusting and disgusting guy kept silent, other silver-haired teenagers looked at it with disgust and said, "It's disgusting! You bastard! Sure enough it can't be so dirty! Wait! The director will know you You're done! "

For experimentation, they are not allowed to have relationships with other people, either voluntarily or forced.

This keeps them with good looks from being the targets of others' vents.

This is also the only privilege that this sanitarium gives them, those insulting insults.

"You bastard! Damn it! You don't deserve a soul!"

"Garbage! Why don't you die! What should we do if the Dean is angry?"

"That's it! This guy is disgusting! Look at him like that! I must have been accustomed to it! Haha!"

"It's really a shame that the dean always takes care of us!"

The ill-spoken words of these silver-haired teenagers inconsistent with the looks rang out in the ward, while Tours still turned a deaf ear to his bed, lay down, and closed his eyes to rest.

The unfaded blood on his body was his best disguise.

Now he looks miserable. Obviously no one wants to take the risk of killing him again.

He was also happy.

These stupid idiots who do experiments and do silly really treat the director of that face as a good person, huh, ridiculous.

Covering the irony in his eyes, Tours was ready to fall asleep.

He will go to his deity tomorrow, he doesn't want to be late.

咚咚 ——

The familiar knocking sounded, and the soul-splitting teenagers in the ward all paled and shivered.

"No, it's impossible, it's only been three days ..."

Listening to the fear of others, Toures opened his eyes, his eyes cold.

The time between experiments was shortened by ten days.

Originally, after the experiments, those experimenters would send them back to the ward for 13 days to rest, but now, it is clear that they are about to run another experiment.

"Everyone except 2310 came out."

Outsiders' indifferent tones made all the soul-splitting teenagers fall into the ice cellar.

Sit up, Toures stared blankly at the unhappy people, his lips slightly tickled.

Following the progress of such experiments, they will soon be consumed.

However, he just didn't want to die after meeting the gods.

Thurs clenched his palms, and the invisible black mist penetrated into the ear of the hooded boy who scolded him most vigorously.

What should we do?

He twitched the corner of his mouth, and a flash of excited scarlet flashed in Toures' eyes.

Of course, give them what they want most!

Squeak-

The door opened, and researchers in white uniforms wore white masks, and stood indifferently by the door.

"First, subject 2290."

Hearing that, the hooded boy stood in the ward with trembling, pointed at Turs with twisted features, and shouted: "No! This is not fair! Why can't he go! Is he also an experimental body? Why?

The researcher in white frowned impatiently and pressed the controller in his hand.

"Subject 2290, one violation."

Zizi——

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The current from the collar to the softly sullen boy shouted, and curled up in pain.

Turls lowered his head timidly, his shoulders shaking, as if frightened.

He gasped weakly, looking almost the same as the state of dying when he was last returned.

Seeing this, the researchers in white looked back and ordered the medical robots around them to lift the shaggy boy lying on the ground.

"Next, subject 2298."

After the previous scene, the other soul-splitting teenagers were quite honest, and did not ask why Tours could not experiment.

However, they occasionally glanced at Tours with deep resentment.

Accepting experiments is something they are accustomed to, and they can calmly accept these routine experiments.

But once one person can make an exception, all the original calmness will turn into resentment against that exceptional person.

Especially when this exceptional person was the hybrid Turs they had always despised, the resentment would only deepen.

Tours lowered his head, hiding the arc of the corner of his mouth in the shadows.

Resentment?

What a coincidence. Me too.

In this case, it is only a matter of course that we resent each other in the end.

The palms of the hands spread out, and the small black mist invisible to the naked eye penetrated into the skin of all the soul-splitting teenagers present, bringing them some unknown changes.

Nursing Home Underground Experimental Base

"Subject 2290, injected twice as much beta drug!"

[Subjects are well accepted. ]

A pigtailed woman looked at the experimental data on the projection screen, and a flash of joy flashed in her eyes.

"three times!"

[Subjects are well accepted. ]

"Four times!"

[Subject's poor acceptance. ]

The hooded teenager immersed in the green solution moaned in pain.

However, the ponytail woman did not pay attention to the pain of the subject, but kept asking researchers to increase the dose, and stopped the injection until the hooded teenager screamed Qiqiao bleeding.

"Unprecedented success! Perform brain tissue resection surgery! I want to get this sample as soon as possible!"

"Yes!"

On the third floor of the sanatorium, Tours looked at the mist wrapped around his fingertips, his eyes scarlet.

I have given you the most desired ability of the soul division, shouldn't you thank me? Calle!

Recently, rumors of a scary newcomer have been circulating in the sanatorium.

It is said that this newcomer has a copper skin and iron bones, and is inaccessible to even a laser gun. He can be called a monster.

Moreover, this newcomer is an outrageous madman, moody and extremely fond of beatings.

This rumor has caused many ordinary patients in the nursing home to feel heart palpitations, and even their respective mental illnesses have deepened to varying degrees.

But these rumors are not very credible to the heads of the patients and the big brothers.

The man with short brown hair and a long scar on his face grunted coldly, and turned a patient beside him to the ground.

"Don't talk to Lao Tzu about those useless ones! What newcomers can't make it?" Ah? I think you are too good! "

The second-level gangster-level character-Scar Man, looked disdainful.

"Leave! Take me to that newcomer's dorm! I really want to do that man who is inaccessible today!"

The kicked patient clenched his freshly restored tongue and burst into tears.

"Don't, boss, please, if you can't do it, take a gun. That guy does have two brushes! Whoo!"

Recalling the feeling when the tongue was cut off by the demon, the patient with a pale face couldn't help crying again.

"Woo, boss, I, I miss my mom a little, oh ... Mom! Whoop! Where are you mom!"

The man with a scar on his face pumped a little, silently condensed.

Alright, this guy is scared and sick.

The author has something to say: I checked, yesterday the little theater was inspired by the movie "Hell Blacksmith" ~

That devil is so cute Hahaha

Thanks to the little angels for giving me the overlord ticket ~

Thanks to the little angel who cast [mine]: 279459471, 1 pupil, 1 bamboo, 1 bell. ~ Thanks to the mines of little angels ~ love you ~~~~

Thanks to the little angels for irrigating me.

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

small theater:

Top secret world consciousness: (Indulge in counting beans.jpg)

Hell world consciousness: (Gently touched the top-secret head) Little sweet, if you have been so good.

Spiritual World Consciousness: (Hugging the blender) In other words, **** has maintained this posture for a day, has n’t the top secret beans been counted? (Old father's doubtful look.jpg)

Hell world consciousness: (Wipe the sweat from the top secret) Didn't you say that? Xiaotiantian has obsessive-compulsive disorder, so he must confirm it a few thousand times!

(Smile.jpg) I think that such a serious Britney is so cute, so I fell in love with Britney so resolutely! I've been wearing black for the sake of sweetie too!

Spiritual World Consciousness: (Hugging Your Fatty.jpg) Is It My Dad's Illusion? Why the **** laughs so much!

Future world consciousness: (cover your face.jpg) Have you not reacted yet? Hell knew that he had obsessive-compulsive disorder in the top secret, and knew that he had to count it a thousand times! How would he know if he hadn't tried it! (Indifferent.jpg)

Spiritual world consciousness: (thinking terrified.jpg) Dad's heart can't stand qaq.

Cthulhu and the nightmare: (silently eating melon) Very good, perfect match, a natural residue and a whim! 2k novel reading network