Chapter 163: Horror, the tailor’s responsibility is (please vote for me)
April 20, Wednesday, 08:10 in the morning.
Chen Ya had already been properly dressed, with handcuffs and voltage anklets tightly restraining him. He was solemnly escorted onto a bus by the correctional guards.
The transfers this time involved all light-duty prisoners in the light prison area, so no overly strict preventive measures were taken.
The entire bus is equipped with reinforced explosion-proof glass, and every window is tightly closed. There is also a strong iron hoop net surrounding the outside, as if the bus is covered with an indestructible armor. , ensuring internal safety and isolation from the outside world.
The vehicle was only equipped with three prison guards armed with shotguns and two escorts wearing nano-light armor and equipped with 4 million volt high-voltage electric shock knives.
In addition to Dong Xu, Liu Yi, Gong Ting and Zhao Zhibao, the car also carried eight other minor criminals.
Chen Ya stepped onto the car, his eyes scanning every corner as quickly and carefully as a searchlight. His eyes paused for a moment on the four team members in the car.
They pretended not to know each other, two of them were in front of the car door, and the other two were sitting at the back of the car.
Obviously, before Chen Ya arrived, they had quietly completed the division of tasks.
Once the bus slowly drives out of the shadow of the prison and frees itself from the constraints of the high walls, the two people in the front will move quickly to cleanly disarm the three prison guards; at the same time, the two people in the back will also tacitly agree to do so. Take action and quietly deal with the two escorts.
Everything is in place, just waiting for Captain Chen Ya to issue the decisive action order.
He will lightly touch the tip of his nose. This simple action contains profound meaning:
Touching one nostril means less air comes in and more air comes out, implying that there is still a living mouth left; if he touches both nostrils lightly, One nostril means that the breathing is completely blocked, which conveys the meaning of killing them all and not leaving them alive.
In the silent communication, the team members do not need to speak, nor do they even need a detailed deployment plan before taking action. They can rely on their tacit understanding to prepare for battle spontaneously. What stands out is a strong subjective initiative.
This high degree of consciousness and collaborative combat capabilities are the outstanding professionalism possessed by [Destiny]'s A-level tactical team. It is also one of the reasons why [Destiny] scares other organizations and makes the Upper City Council deeply afraid.
“End the battle within 3 seconds. Within 7 seconds, you can kill everyone on the bus, including other prisoners. At the 11th second, take control of the driver’s seat and start the bus to drive away. The above special Refers to a situation where the captain does not need to take action."
Chen Ya only exchanged a brief glance with the team members and seemed to interpret the entire action script.
Then, Chen Ya slowly walked to the center of the carriage, sat down slowly, leaned her head gently against the window, and closed her eyes for two seconds.
At the same time, the four team members received the secret instruction to "keep still and continue to lurk".
Their peripheral vision tacitly and vaguely slipped past the necks of the prison guards or escorts. At that moment, the excitement and desire that originally flickered in their eyes receded like the tide, and were replaced by the same nervousness about the future as other prisoners in the car. A cowering look of fear.
"There are a total of thirteen prisoners being escorted to prison this time. All of them have arrived and are ready to go."
The prison guard in the car checked the list and after confirming that it was correct, he He patted the seatback behind the driver's seat to signal the departure.
The prison guard in the passenger seat immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and made a notification request to the prison's command "tower."
On the high wall, the vigilant prison guard carefully removed the nozzle of the machine gun. At the same time, the heavy electric gate of the prison slowly opened in silence. Accompanied by a low mechanical sound, it slowly opened Moving to the sides revealed passages leading to the outside of the prison.
drop!
The alarm light in the prison suddenly flashed and turned red.
The starting bus paused slightly, as if it was also alarmed by this sudden change.
The prison guard in the passenger seat quickly took out the walkie-talkie, with a nervous and questioning tone in his voice: "What happened?"
A subtle electrical noise came from the walkie-talkie. , followed by a calm and calm voice from the "tower":
"A prisoner was found dead inside the prison. The death was somewhat unusual. However, this has nothing to do with you. Continue to perform the mission and set off."
The bus continued to drive away, and several curious prisoners put their heads on Leaning on the car window and looking towards the back, Dong Xu, Liu Yi and the other four looked at each other calmly, then glanced at Chen Ya's seat and smiled knowingly in unison.
That smile seemed to say:
"Look at the captain, I couldn't help but go and reason with people last night. Before leaving, Prison No. 4 was lucky after all. The guy’s soul was cleansed by the captain.”
……..
Set the time back slightly by 5 minutes.
Cell No. 2126.
On the simple Datong bunk, Wang Goucheng, who was sleeping in the corner near the toilet, was awakened by a need to urinate.
He felt that his sleep last night was unusually deep, so that his neck was a little stiff and the back of his head felt vaguely painful. He reached out and touched his head, sniffed his nose again, and smelled a faint smell.
"Fuck you, who didn't flush the toilet after taking a poop last night?" Wang Goucheng's heart was full of resentment. He muttered and climbed out of bed to fill the water gun. To his surprise, the toilet was exceptionally clean, without the usual black or yellow sticky matter attached to it.
While shaking the old bird gently, Wang Gouchen sniffed the faint smell in the air suspiciously.
Following the smell, he slowly walked to the bed, and finally stood above Yuan Dabiao's head.
As a prison bully, Yuan Dabiao has always been dishonest when sleeping. He habitually puts himself in a "big" shape, occupying as much space as possible and squeezing the prisoners on both sides so that they cannot sleep.
However, Yuan Dabiao seemed unusually restrained at this moment. His head was pillowed upward, his legs were close together, and his hands were folded quietly on his lower abdomen. The whole sleeping posture seemed peaceful and restrained.
His face was serene, his eyes were closed tightly, without any tremor, as if he was intoxicated in a sweet dream, unaware of everything in the outside world.
Wang Goucheng lowered his head and observed carefully for a moment, and an indescribable strange feeling gradually rose in his heart. He always felt that Yuan Dabiao's sleeping posture at this moment revealed an indescribable weirdness, but it was difficult to describe this feeling in detail.
Suddenly, his eyes flashed with light, and he finally discovered the crux of the problem. He noticed that there was a slender needle vaguely inserted into Yuan Dabiao's throat.
Wang Goucheng froze on the spot in astonishment, a slight chill ran down his spine, as if countless cold air seeped out of his pores.
He tried to gain courage and carefully whispered Yuan Dabiao's name a few times. However, Yuan Dabiao still closed his eyes tightly without any reaction.
The surrounding inmates were awakened by Wang Goucheng's voice and climbed out of bed one by one. They soon noticed something unusual and looked at the sleeping Yuan Dabiao in unison.
Facing the probing gazes of the inmates, Wang Goucheng took a deep breath and mustered up his courage. His fingers gently slid over the slender needle, then he slowly pinched it and carefully pulled it up.
"Chi!" There was a soft sound, like the slippery sound of tomatoes being boiled in boiling water and the skin being gently torn off.
Dense folds suddenly appeared on Yuan Dabiao’s bare forehead, as if a crumpled piece of paper suddenly unfolded, and those folds clearly visibly moved back inch by inch in full view of the public. Withdraw.
First is the scalp covered with fine wrinkles, followed by the skin with thick eyebrows, then two lonely holes, and then two small holes and a strip next to each other. Cracked lip skin... all of this happened silently, like a horror drama in slow motion, making people stunned and horrified.
It looked like Yuan Dabiao's face betrayed his facial features, abandoned them, and lined up to run away from home. It slipped from his head, flowed like liquid, and left its original position.
Subsequently, this phenomenon spread to his neck, chest, arms, lower body, buttocks, and even his feet...
The skin all over his body was slowly and inexorably moving. The obstruction slipped from the top of his head, along the straight line of the bed, and flowed silently to the cold ground.
Wang Goucheng backed away in fear. His eyes were full of horror and disbelief, as if he was immobilized by a body, and he watched helplessly as a complete human skin gradually spread out on the ground.
The skin seemed to be a carefully tailored white one-piece garment, neatly spread out on the cold floor. Every inch of the material was smooth and delicate, with almost no sewing stitches visible.
The entire cell was shrouded in deathly silence, as if even the air had frozen, and time was stagnant in the horror of this moment.
Then they collectively saw Yuan Dabiao, who was used to sleeping naked on the bed, still sleeping quietly, but his whole body turned the color of blood.
Everyone was so frightened that their throats seemed to be tightly stuck with something and they could not make a sound.
Wang Goucheng finally realized what was wrong with Yuan Dabiao's sleeping posture - it was too regular, as regular as a corpse lying in a coffin.
However, the corpse in the coffin was at least still wearing clothes, but Yuan Dabiao stripped off his "clothes" completely!
At this moment, Yuan Dabiao, who had taken off his "clothes", seemed to wake up from a deep dream. The muscles on his bloody cheeks twisted and twitched, and his eyes suddenly widened. Those two bloodshot eyes stared straight into the eyes. Goudi stared at everyone.
“Ah——”
Screams one after another pierced the tranquility of the prison, followed by rapid sirens reverberating in the air! ! !
On the bus, Chen Ya closed her eyes to rest. Suddenly she opened her eyes slightly, and her ears caught the sound of an alarm coming from behind and gradually fading away.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a relieved smile.
Chen Ya understood in her heart that this alarm sound meant that Yuan Dabiao had shouldered his responsibility, washed away the filth deep in his soul, was clean, and set foot on the road to heaven.
In this last moment, Yuan Dabiao was conveying his gratitude and farewell to himself before leaving in this way.
Chen Ya thought: "You're welcome, this is my responsibility as a tailor. A tailor's job is to make every ugly body wear the cleanest and most decent clothes!"
(End of Chapter)