Mohsen gasped and straightened up.
His hands were covered in blood, and his clothes and pants were stained with blood. His body was sticky due to the double soaking of blood and sweat, and he looked as thin as skin and bones. However, there was no obvious fluctuation in his expression, just relaxation and fatigue.
If you just look at this face, it would be difficult to imagine that Mo Sen had just killed someone. You would only think that this guy had just finished some physical work and had not yet recovered from his fatigue.
The kitchen knife was still stuck on the patrolman's body. Moson ignored it, walked to the side, squatted down, and reached out to dig through the bag on the waist of the police uniform.
There was a rustling sound and he pulled out a pistol.
Damon and the others were suffocated.
Not only because Mawson, who was already terrifying enough, had obtained even more terrifying weapons, but also because he recalled that the patrolman clearly had a gun, but when Mawson went crazy and stabbed him, he could only resist at first, and in the end even the button on the gun bag was broken. Before he could open it, he was stabbed to death with a knife.
The atmosphere of fear spread further, and it was different from watching the murder scene just now. It was a feeling of lingering fear and uneasiness.
The camera switches to show Mawson staggering forward, and a malicious voice-over sounds.
"You trash like you should die immediately."
"Die."
"go to hell."
"It's so sad to have a loser like you."
Various sounds, ranging from one person's sentence to twos and threes, are stacked together without even reverberation. They are the whispers of nightmares that have been left in Mawson's head for many years.
"You have no value in living."
"Go to hell."
"Why are you still breathing?"
Mawson began to shake his head and hit his head with his right hand.
The sharp and piercing buzz echoed again, like the sound of a poorly connected microphone in the stereo, drawing a sharp line in the skull cavity, cutting and grinding every pain nerve.
"Die quickly."
"I told you to die!"
"Don't be so excited."
"That's right, just kill everyone."
"Kill them all."
"Fuck them all!"
The voices echoing in every corner of his mind became more and more exciting. In addition to those unfamiliar voices, Mawson's hoarse voice became more distinct, with an angry roar mixed in with it.
"ah----"
Walking on the street, Mo Sen was so tortured that he lowered his head and quickened his pace, uttering low murmurs on the verge of collapse.
"I want to eat barbecue..." he said out of boredom.
"Quickly die!" he said in excitement and anger.
"Kill! Kill them all!" he said hysterically.
The schizophrenic reverberation in the brain stops at random when bits are switched, but even viewers who don’t understand the director’s handling techniques can understand that those voices never stop. They always remain in Mawson’s mind, tormenting him day and night. he.
Wind chimes.
Moson, who was wearing black clothes and black trousers, walked straight into the coffee shop where Qiu Xue worked. Regardless of the strange looks from everyone, he looked around while walking, and on the way, he knocked the tables and tableware of other customers with a sudden crisp sound.
He walked to the deepest point and looked around, but still didn't find the target figure. He quickly walked back to the cashier near the entrance and exit, and said:
"Hey, where is the woman named Qiu Xue who works here?"
The male cashier was a little hesitant, but he didn't dare not answer: "Qiu Xue...she quit her job yesterday."
Mo Sen left without saying a word.
…
Bang!
The cheap canvas shoes kicked hard on the door panel, leaving black and gray mud marks.
Bang, bang, bang.
Mohsen continued to kick the door, his mouth slightly open, as if he had failed to solve the problem and had no other choice but to sulk at the question.
The neighbor's door was pushed open by a hand from the inside.
The man who had met Mo Sen and reminded Qiu Xue walked out in slippers with an annoyed expression:
"I said, what do you want to do? If you continue like this, I will call the police!"
Mawson took out his gun directly.
Next update: half past nine.
(End of chapter)
