I stared at Yao Hu. He stood blankly in front of the screen, his mouth wide open.
He stopped shouting, making noise, and even breathing.
He seemed dead.
The body was as tight as a corpse that had been dead for hundreds of millions of years.
Every blood vessel became violent because it was too tight.
His expression is really wonderful.
Even the best Oscar-winning actor can't express his expression.
I looked back at the big screen and looked at the woman he loved. Her expression was exactly the same as hers.
Standing tensely in front of the table, from beginning to end, he never thought about resisting, escaping, or even taking any countermeasures.
The three souls who had been frightened for a long time lost their seven souls and became a lamb to be slaughtered.
Chen Bin walked toward Liao Fang with a numb face, leaving deep bloody footprints with every step he took.
"Bata, bah..."
The sound of blood sticking to the floor made people's skin crawl.
He was like a god of death, walking towards Liao Fang step by step.
At this time, Liao Fang finally took action. She stiffly moved her hand towards the table.
Everyone looked at her hand that was shaking so much that it was like an earthquake, and slowly touched the mobile phone on the table.
It worked, she managed to get her phone.
"boom……"
Suddenly, a crisp sound came.
The knife in Chen Bin's hand chopped ruthlessly.
That hand remained on the table forever, like a corpse that had died on the last straw.
Slowly lie on it, then cool, collapse, and finally become a stiff corpse.
Liao Fang raised her hand in pain and looked at the broken wrist, fear, pain, confusion...
"ah……"
Finally, she made a sound.
That ear-piercing scream, even through the screen, caused me to have a stress reaction.
Goosebumps all over my body rose, and the hairs on my hair stood up.
Everyone stared at this scene with frowns.
Even these big men in the world were shocked by the scene in front of them.
Everyone was holding a wine glass, holding a cigarette in their mouth, or holding a cigarette between their fingers. Everyone was petrified.
Everyone was shocked by this cruel and cold scene.
This cruelty made Yao Hu kneel on the ground in despair. He closed his eyes tightly, and he did not dare to look any further.
In this regard, I think he is too cruel.
He personally sentenced the woman he loved to death. How could he not watch during the execution?
"Put his eyes open!"
After I finished speaking, Uncle Wu waved his hand cruelly, and a few boys came over and immediately picked up Yao Hu's head.
Then he opened his eyes fiercely.
Yao Hu didn't resist, he just looked at the screen in despair. He had no expression, and was just stiff and dull.
The same goes for Chen Bin on the screen.
He had no emotions, not even nausea.
He just walked numbly step by step to Liao Fang who fell on the ground.
He raised the kitchen knife in his hand very ruthlessly.
Amidst the extremely harsh screams, suddenly, there was an extremely crisp sound of bone shattering...
Everyone was shocked by the bone-breaking sound.
There was a sound of deep breathing in the room.
"Kakaka..."
The sound of chopping bones was very fast, suppressing the sound of deep breathing, and the rhythmic sound of bone crushing came and went.
Each sound is louder than the last, more powerful than the last, and more frightening than the last.
Soon, a ball-shaped object fell to the ground and rolled around. After shaking on the floor, the extremely ferocious face just happened to face the big screen.
I stared at the ball and looked into her eyes. Her eyelids were still beating, her mouth was still open, and the pores on her face were clearly visible.
But unfortunately, she can no longer breathe, speak, or...live.
"Clang!"
Chen Bin threw away the knife in his hand.
The knife has already been curled.
Then, he walked to the door of the villa and sat down. He quickly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and threw it into his mouth, then lit it with a lighter.
"Bata, bata...bata..."
After lighting it three times in a row, it didn't light up. He quickly swung the lighter in his hand, then protected the fire with his hand and lit the lighter again.
This time, it finally succeeded.
Chen Bin quickly lit the cigarette, and then took a long puff of smoke.
"call……"
I looked at his expression of enjoyment, and a comfortable smile appeared on his sinister face.
He couldn't help but sneer.
I looked at Yao Hu, he had fallen into hell, his whole body was shaking, cold sweat was flowing, his eyes never left that ferocious head.
The corners of his mouth were trembling, as if a pig had been stabbed into the heart by a knife, making its last cry in life.
However, I couldn't pronounce a single syllable.
Silence...absolute silence.
Quiet, only the loneliness of death remains.
This quietness even gave me a tinnitus feeling.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, Liao Zhong's body slipped from the table and made a noise.
Chen Bin was so frightened that he immediately jumped up from the ground.
Everyone looked at the screen in horror.
I looked at Chen Bin's expression, which was so ferocious, and the coldness in his eyes was colder than the frozen ice.
He fears.
The fear is not that Liao Zhong is not dead yet.
Instead, Liao Zhong, who was scared to death, was alive again.
Will the dead live?
of course not.
What I'm afraid of is ghosts.
After the sound, there was another period of silence.
Suddenly, Chen Bin felt a burst of pain and quickly shook his hand away, shaking off the cigarette butt in his hand.
It turned out that he was so absorbed that the cigarette burned his fingers.
Chen Bin was a little angry.
He quickly ran to the yard, then used all his strength to tip down a large vat, and then pushed it to the door of the villa.
He quickly and numbly grabbed the knife and started the butcher's work.
"Kakaka..."
Everyone looked at his actions and couldn't help but frown. A feeling of nausea spread like a virus in the box.
"Ugh... ugh..."
The sounds of nausea began one after another, and everyone rushed to the toilet. Soon, the toilet became a battleground for military strategists.
I stared at the picture coldly and kept playing with the ring on my finger.
Watching Chen Bin separate fresh life like bacon.
That kind of picture.
"Perfect..."
No film and television art can express this realistic art.
The art of death can only be perfectly demonstrated by true death.
Such perfect art requires a deep sense of appreciation.
Then, I looked at Yao Hu.
Seeing his expression, I also thought it was perfect.
Although his eyes were filled with light, I knew it deeply.
He is dead.
