Slag Girl Illustrated Book

She knew it was good intentions, there was no need to have trouble with herself, she just stared at those things and waited outside obediently.

The man in the wall was **** with iron ropes, his legs had been cut off, he simply wrapped it up, and put a leather tube in the middle for bleeding.

The earth is full of blood, and death without blood is all his blessings and fate.

His hands seemed to have been stabbed by thousands of knives, and they were bleeding all the time.

The limp on the ground is probably the skin from the quilt.

This wall was obviously just built. I thought that this store will be open until ten o'clock in the evening at the latest, and the store will only open at eight o'clock in the morning. What else do you not understand?

The back and arms were covered with cement, and it was not an exaggeration to blur these four words with flesh and blood when they were torn off.

The stretcher carried the man out.

The arm in the formalin jar is indeed real.

Not to mention the few corpses in the morgue.

Eighty percent of the props used in this ghost hospital are actually real.

The police dog found the basement during the search. At least fifty or sixty people were locked in it.

They were still very swift, but Fu Xiu had to take charge of the overall situation when something serious happened. He was worried that Ruan Xi would go home alone with him, so he took them to the police station, and she was lying on the small sofa in Fu Xiu’s office. Rest, covered with Fu Xiu's clothes.

At the beginning she was able to play games, but it was too late and she was really sleepy, so she closed her eyes and squinted for a while.

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trial room

"I'm not wrong. They are also suffering when they are alive. I just help them develop their bodies to the extreme."

All the staff involved in the interrogation were stunned by their three views.

Except for a young guy with a tattoo who didn't know it, none of the people in this group had normal three views.

They don’t think they are committing a crime and call it art.

"You murdered with a bad motive!"

"Nonsense, you don't understand at all. There are so many explorers and adventurers in the world every year, but horror art has always been popular in niche cultural circles. We want to push it to the world!"

It was the first time I saw someone put the frenzy on the skin of art, and it was so grand-sounding.

"Then why do you want to imprison so many innocent people? They have tourists who come to play, half-old children who leave home with anger, and old people who go out shopping for vegetables.

An emotional policewoman asked them angrily on the spot.

These people really couldn't speak, but with their heads up, they didn't admit that they had done something wrong.

The young man with tattoos was scared. He just applied for the job yesterday and successfully came to work.

I thought that my tattoo was the most arrogant in the whole shop, but I didn't expect that this shop was a normal person by himself.

All the members are so black-hearted, the murderer!

I think that the gentleman who I ridiculed the cashier with me yesterday is a weak chicken.

Now I can't wait to slap myself.

giao!

It's going to be a psychological shadow.

Thankfully, these policemen copied this store, otherwise, with his disgusting character, he might become a prop in this store someday.

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It was past three o'clock in the morning after I was busy.

He had just returned from the interrogation room and squatted in front of the little girl to look at her.

She slept well, but the sofa was not big enough, she curled up slightly, Fu Xiu's heart was sour and soft.

Carefully picked her up, maybe she was really tired today, plus he kept moving gently, until the door opened, the little girl woke up.

"Fu Xiu, you're done." Just such a sentence made his nose sore for some reason.

"Yes, I'm done, let's go home and have a good rest."

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