He was looking at me, the only message in his eyes was hunger, pure hunger, wanting to crush and squander all the notes of engineer Waylen Parker

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An unprecedented sense of anger exploded in Gu Bin's heart.

He was eating people alive, sucking his stomach, eating meat and drinking blood. Gu Bin wiped off the warm blood that was sprayed on his face, and the rifle in his hand had been lifted up.

He never wanted to kill someone so much. No, it should be said that he killed a wild beast, a wild beast that feeds on people.

"Bang!"

The fingers pulled the trigger down, and a spark exploded from the muzzle.

A blood hole appeared on the shoulder of the man-eating man, and the scarlet liquid flowing out was mixed with the blood of the eater. He turned around in shock and looked at Gu Bin, who was carrying a gun. Under the flashlight, Gu Bin saw his pupils.

These eyes seem familiar.

Gu Bin remembered that he had seen similar eyes in another place.

That was in the first copy, and he finally stood at the entrance of the stairs and threw grenades down. The "monster" in Xu Qing's mouth, that is, the burly and stunning boy, his eyes were like this.

Simple, clean.

The cannibal didn't speak, and looked at Gu Bin blankly. A kind of spirit gradually appeared in his eyes. Gu Bin was creepy. This kind of eyes looked like a playful child looking at the toy he yearned for, showing some kind of special greed.

Gu Bin was creepy and could not stand standing here like a piece of meat steak coveted by a hungry man, so he pulled the trigger again and shot out all the remaining two bullets in his hand that were modified into the rifle.

Two bullets hit his chest, and the thin body fell down lightly, causing almost no sound.

Gu Bin spitted, and he couldn't get the chainsaw inside. The workshop was not only blocked by glass, but also had several steel pipes, which completely separated the inside and outside. The door of the dining room was locked from the inside, which means that unless he forced himself to break in, it would be impossible to enter.

Gu Bin regretted it a little. He was so angry that he was soaked in his head that he should use "mind domination" to control it to throw out the chainsaw. It's a bit late to think about it now.

Helplessly, he didn't plan to stay in this employee restaurant full of broken limbs, put away his rifle and walked towards the stairs.

While searching, he moved forward. Nearly ten minutes later, Gu Bin saw the stairs leading to the first floor and the iron gate that isolated it.

A patient's body leaned against the iron door, looked at Gu Bin's brow and frowned. It was a little troublesome. The patient had a handcuff on his hand. The handcuffs just handcuffed the iron door to death and became a natural iron lock. There was no possibility of opening the door without opening the handcuffs.

Gu Bin tried for a while, and even wasted a bullet, confirming that the handcuffs were indestructible and he could only find the key.

It seems that I am trapped in the design trap of a deadly "puzzle game". This type of game often induces players to find the so-called exit. In order to achieve this goal, players will encounter other small problems and then continue to unfold, which can annoy people to death.

Without a way out, Gu Bin chose another direction. If the passage was not blocked, then he should have gone here.

"The key to the handcuffs should be on the guard... The guard should not have left, otherwise the patient's body would not have been locked here. It is likely that the guard had given up escaping and decided to lock the dangerous things here?" Gu Bin stepped forward and speculated in his mind: "The dangerous things will definitely not be Val Reed. That kind of ghost-like thing cannot be blocked by the iron fence."

"Is it that patient?" Gu Bin's mind flashed with the cannibal's face, and he couldn't help but chill. He realized something was wrong. There were at least seven or eight guards and security guards who died in the employee cafeteria, and it seemed that they had died at about the same time. Gu Bin had checked before and their necks were cut by chainsaws and the wounds were very tragic, but in this way, the problem was very obvious.

Will so many people not be able to deal with a thin mentally ill person holding a chainsaw?

Even if he can't be captured alive, he can kill him with a gun. How could he be killed so many by himself?

The more he thought about it, the more wrong it became, and the uneasiness in Gu Bin's heart became more and more obvious. He knew that he had to leave here quickly. Seeing that there was a heavy darkness ahead, he didn't care about the exposure of the flashlight, and walked inside with it, loading bullets while walking. The disadvantages of the rifle were very obvious.

It was very quiet here. Gu Bin knew that he could not let any corner, and God knew where the key would fall.

Searching for things in the dark is very difficult, especially in such unruly places.

In a messy room, Gu Bin found a case and glanced casually. Gu Bin confirmed that the thing belonged to the cannibal. His name was Frank, and he also received treatment from the body genital meter. He had severe anorexia. His original occupation was actually the chef of Jushan Mental Hospital!

No wonder I like cooking so much...

Gu Bin lamented weakly. This file added a one-percent resolution to him in the world view. Apart from this information, there was nothing else in the room. He had to choose to leave and search for other places.

"squeak!"

A harsh sound suddenly sounded, and just as Gu Bin stepped out of the door, a terrifying chainsaw sound came over his head. With his instinctive reaction, Gu Bin raised the rifle in his hand, barely holding something, and the flashlight fell to the ground.

In the scattered lights, Gu Bin saw the chainsaw above his forehead, and he was holding the handle of the chainsaw. Frank, the chef who should have been shot dead, was standing in front of him, looking at him with a ferocious face. He was constantly pressing down the chainsaw in his hand, as if he wanted to perform a craniotomy on Gu Bin.

Gu Bin's face was extremely pale. This guy was so powerful that he could not hold on to the chainsaw that was slowly pressing down!

Seeing the chainsaw getting closer, Gu Bin gritted his teeth and swung his hands to the side. He threw away the rifle and threw it away, and at the same time he rolled out in the opposite direction.

The huge power caused the rifle to fly to somewhere in an instant, but although it was gone, Gu Bin temporarily got rid of the threat of the chainsaw and successfully came a few meters away. He picked up the flashlight that fell to the ground.

While the chef Frank had not recovered from excessive force, Gu Bin looked at his body carefully with the flashlight.

He shot him three times in total, one on the shoulder and two on the chest, with fatal injuries on the chest.

But now, except for seeing a large piece of blood on his chest, Gu Bin could no longer find anything else, not even a scar!

I vaguely saw a black, fog-like thing slowly squirming on my chest, not clear, and Gu Bin didn't dare to continue researching because the chef had rushed towards him again, and the chainsaw in his hand began to operate again.

What exactly is a body generator?

After seeing the strange and extremely strange wound on the chef's body, Gu Bin had some doubts about this unique noun.

It is not difficult to infer from the information we have obtained before that the so-called body meter therapy is an existence that performs inhuman experiments under the guise of treatment. Not only that, it seems that it can fundamentally change the nature of a person himself. It is very likely that the ghost-like existence called "Walred" was created through this channel.

These mentally ill patients whose bodies, strength and physical properties have changed, just like the former chef in front of them, including the so-called "not afraid of bullets and can slap people into disabled people with one slap" may be half-finished products that have been treated with body meter but ultimately failed.

Gu Bin did not have the intention to confront the chef head-on. Judging from the power just now, he was not his opponent. All the bullet could do was temporarily stop his actions. He did not have the ability to "kill" him directly.

Perhaps if he could shoot the head with one shot, he might be able to solve this problem, but the problem is that Gu Bin does not think he can have such a powerful shooting skills.

After all, the "extra skills mastery" granted by the system through the skill list is actually a special instinctive reaction for players. Like Gu Bin, he has never had the experience of using firearms, but after obtaining the second-level long-range weapon mastery, his brain is like being forcibly stuffed into some conditional habits. As long as he gets the weapon, he can develop a "daily" feeling.

Therefore, without training, Gu Bin was only able to load and shoot faster, and shooting accuracy was very problematic.

The deathly running was probably Gu Bin's current situation. In this chaotic situation, he was really panicked. The damn chainsaw sound followed him like a death-hunting, making him unable to free up his mind to think about other issues.

Seeing that there was no way ahead, Gu Bin turned around and rushed into a room, turned around and closed the wooden door. At the same time, he rushed to a wooden rack and pulled it down, barely blocking the door.

I was lucky enough to have a ventilation duct open here. Just as he was hesitating whether to get in, the noise of the chainsaw cutting the wooden door rang in his ears, and the sound of the chainsaw hitting the human body was connected. In a few seconds, the wooden door was destroyed and a big hole was broken!

Seeing the chef's hideous and twisted face, Gu Bin spitted, turned around and jumped hard, climbed onto the edge of the ventilation duct with his hands, and quickly climbed up.

At this time, the sound of the wooden door shattering was already heard behind him... Mobile phone users should visit http://m.piaotian.net
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