Chapter 340

No matter what famous doctor, expert or drug treatment can cure him.

Sick mood makes him hate light, noise and the world!

But he hated the world, but he was ridiculously born in the world.

The pursuit of goals again and again, failure again and again!

Men are like all young people with impulsive diseases and bursting negative energy. They deeply hate everything! Disgust, hate!

In this way, when he stepped on the old stairs to the basement, the violent aesthetic posters pasted on the walls and the barbed wire hooks everywhere showed a dark heart derived from men's disgust.

The basement is wet, but the light is much brighter than the candles upstairs.

The old yellow light bulb shook and swayed overhead, and a woman's trembling and hoarse cry could be heard in the air.

"Wuwu... Wuwu... Wuwu..."

"... Wuwu... Wuwu..."

"Woo..."

The cry is long and short, but the volume... Is long.

Weeping people, as far as possible, drag their voice longer and louder with the last breath. They hope someone will save them and save them from this cold and bloody basement!

The outside world is bright. At this moment, they yearn for the light they miss day and night!

"Help, help me..."

"Is there anyone, help me..."

"Help me..."

They are struggling and shouting.

However, the next moment the crying stopped suddenly, when the man came with a small lamp, the light reflected the man's face, the beautiful and cold face, which stopped all the girls from asking for help -!

"You are very noisy."

At that moment, in the silent basement, the man stood in front of them. When he looked past, there were mottled iron fences between him and them.

As you think, it is similar to what happens in all dark basements, whether caught or trapped.

The necessary supplies for people locked in the basement are iron cages. Locking people in iron cages imprisons personal freedom, just like playing with them, and appreciating their begging, crying and struggling, can meet the psychology of people standing outside the cage and watching all this.

Seeing other people's pain, he feels satisfied and happy.

Yeah.

For some people, their happiness is based on the pain of others. Isn't it a refreshing and pleasant thing that drives people crazy!

"Ah... Ah..."

Hearing this familiar... Voice, the girls suddenly screamed with fear!

this man! The devil who caught them!

Why is he here again!?

"Ah... Ah!" The constant scream finally made the man frown, pointed to the broken meat left on the upside down wire hook and said, "if you make any more noise, hang your head up."

He really hates the noisy environment.

The sound of talking, crying and begging for mercy is like a group of flies buzzing to disturb him and disturb his thoughts about things. Who makes a man feel a little uninterested and can't be interested in anything for the time being.

He just stood still and looked up. At that moment, in the dim light of the basement, he looked accurately at a portrait on the wall!