Chapter 223 Artwork(2/2)
It's cold behind.
Inexplicably, they only felt that the human skin on the ground was still alive.
Maybe too...
Fresh?
"Squeak."
The heavy security door was pushed open, and Lin An lowered his head and looked at the ground.
On the metal floor reflecting the dazzling red light, hundreds of human eyeballs were placed neatly flat on the ground.
"Fuck!"
As soon as Zhang Tiegang entered the door, he was startled.
More than 700 complete eyeballs were pointed directly in the direction of the door, and the sudden impact was enough to frighten even a weak-minded person on the spot.
"Captain Lin, what the hell are you doing!?"
"It's human skin and it's eyeballs..."
Wen Ya subconsciously held Lin An's hand, as if this was the only way to bring her some peace of mind.
Several people present had seen many scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
But the scene before me was still shocking.
Next to Lin An, Colonel Chu spoke calmly and expressionlessly:
“The technique is very good.”
"Each eyeball was peeled off without a scratch."
"It's a bit like a work of art."
Lin An glanced at Colonel Chu squatting on the ground, and felt a sense of strangeness in his heart.
I'm afraid only this guy can say these three words "artwork".
but...
He seemed to have thought of something.
This technique does feel a bit like collecting.
After a moment of silence, Lin An continued to walk towards the third door.
"Click-click"
Repeated procedures are expected.
It seems that someone has been observing his group in the control room...
"vomit!"
Inside the third door.
This time, except for Lin An and Colonel Chu, who showed no expression at all, the other two could no longer resist retching.
Zhang Tie retched continuously and cursed angrily before he could wipe his mouth:
"His! What kind of pervert is that monster!"
Inside the metallic passage.
Three hundred and sixty-seven pieces of brain tissue were neatly arranged on the floor.
The red and white brains were like jelly, surrounded by circles.
Large sets of small ones, layer by layer.
Under the dark red warning light, the jelly-like brain was coated in a strange color.
Lin An remained silent, staring at the woman in the circle.
The woman's skull was cut open neatly and roundly, and the entire brain was completely taken out.
She bent over and held her hands together religiously.
The red and white brain matter slowly flowed down from the palm of my hand.
Flowed into the mouth of the long-dead child with its mouth open.
Chu An stared at the woman expressionlessly and spoke slowly:
"[Buddha's Pregnancy Picture]-1517"
Lin An lowered his head and whispered in his heart.
Painter of the pagoda: Immortal Shura.
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