The repairman said the word sacrifice to me in a mysterious, strange tone, and they kept echoing in my head.
The maintenance man waited for me to react for a moment, and at the same time he had already taken off all the clothes on his upper body.
The round belly hung out, looking very abrupt, and the worn belt seemed to burst at any moment.
"What sacrifice," I asked.
He didn't look up, combed the line in his hand, and then said nonchalantly: "If you don't give, you don't get anything back.
That's the rule of the world.
"He simply didn't answer the question.
The maintenance man looked at me, baring two buckteeth, "Am I right?"
This is not at all like what a maintenance union like him would say.
"What the hell are you trying to say?"
For some reason, I felt fear running through my body and my stomach began to cramp.
I only have stomach cramps when I see something extremely disgusting.
Perhaps, it was because of the smell of sweat and fat on his body that made me feel this way.
"I want to say, if you want freezer number two to stop, you're going to have to pay something."
As he spoke, he pulled down the waistband of his trousers, and his round belly was released, and he also let out a sigh of relief.
"What do you need as a sacrifice?"
I asked.
In fact, when I asked this sentence, I was not ready to solve the problem of freezer No. 2.
Besides, I don't believe that he, an ordinary maintenance worker, could solve the strange thing about freezer No. 2.
"There's going to be some blood."
He repaired the machine without raising his head, "You wait a minute, I'll be done in a moment." ” I noticed a problem where he pulled the zipper on after taking some basic tools and wires out of the toolbox.
That huge toolbox, I was curious, there seemed to be something in it, something he wanted to hide.
The maintenance worker frowned, staring intently at the wire in his hand, and quickly repaired it.
He was sweating profusely, as if his body was no longer his own, as if someone was moving with his hand.
With oil or dust on his hands, he wiped it on his stomach, which was already dirty.
I watched him finish repairing all the freezers, handed him his coat, and told him that he had worked hard.
As for what he said about freezer number two, and what other sacrifices there were, I think it was just a joke he made to me, and I don't want to mention it again.
The maintenance worker took my coat and threw it on the ground.
Not only did he not put on his clothes, but he also began to take off his pants What is this uncle going to do?
No, he must have a mental problem, or some kind of exhibitionist.
I started to back off.
As he took off his underwear and stood naked in front of me, the stomach cramps had made me almost unable to walk.
Fear, regurgitation.
I turned to run, but he ran at me with a fat body thrown at me, still holding a tiger wrench in his hand.
His originally bloated figure has become extremely flexible and fast at this moment.
I staggered against the wall, the gap between the freezer and the wall, and it seemed to me that it had suddenly narrowed.
The maintenance man grabbed me by the back collar and I was pulled back.
"What are you going to do to help, help?"
I began to shout loudly, and I couldn't help but complain in my heart about why Linzi didn't come to help me He's in the duty room, and he should have heard me say that.
No one came to save me.
I was taken to freezer number two, facing the red symbol, the six-pointed star.
His sweaty stomach pressed against my back, and I felt very uncomfortable.
"Don't you want to know about the sacrifice," the maintenance man had a cruel, grim smile on his face.
"I don't want to know, I'm not interested, you let me go" I continued to scream while struggling.
His strength was great, and I was like a lamb to the slaughter, from which I could not escape.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, as if I had been hit by that tiger wrench.
My heels started to go limp, my vision blurred, no, I couldn't faint However, it was pitch black in front of him.
Squeak squeak squeak I could hear the screams of rats.
The back of my head hurt, my hands and feet were tied, and I sat on the cold ground and smelled blood.
There was a moment of trance, where I was, what was wrong with me, but I immediately remembered what had just happened.
That paranoid, crazy maintenance guy isn't going to do anything to me When I tried to open my eyes and see everything in front of me, I wished I hadn't woken up.
The naked maintenance worker stood in front of freezer number two, the toolbox open, and inside was a black bag with something wriggling inside.
And he was holding a large mouse like a cat in his hand.
The rat was dead, its head almost smashed, and the bloody wrench was thrown haphazardly on the ground, and I thought there must have been my blood on it.
I twisted my head and threw up.
The maintenance worker turned around and gave me a weird smile.
"Wake up," he looked at me, "then I can get started." ” Blood splashed on his face mixed with sweat, and I wiped my mouth with my sleeve to control the urge to vomit again.
He lifted the mouse high and raised his head at the same time.
The rat's blood flowed down and into his mouth.
There was more to him, blood running down his chin, neck, chest, to that grotesquely protruding belly His throat gurgled and he drank the blood of the rat.
The miserable gray rat ended up discarded on the ground, flesh and blood blurred, and its body shriveled.
The maintenance man seemed very satisfied, and he spread the rat's blood evenly on his body, like applying bath liquid in a bath.
"That's what you said, you have to bleed some," I asked him, my voice trembling.
"Hmph."
He said with a hint of disdain, "That's enough." ” He glanced at his toolbox, and the contents seemed to have a premonition of his fate, intensifying his wriggling.
"What's that?"
"Do you want to see it?"
Actually, I didn't want to, but I knew he wasn't asking for my opinion.
He took a deep breath and picked up the black bag in his toolbox.
He fumbled, grabbing the contents through the bag and slamming it down with a wrench.
Once, twice The contents began to squirm more violently, but soon stopped moving.
Unwrapping the black bag, he pulled out the contents.
It was a cobra.
The head of the snake was not smashed, but the underside of the head had been flattened, and the skin was still sticky.
The maintenance worker picked up the dagger on the ground and quickly cut off the snake's head.
It was like my dagger, and he snatched my dagger.
The maintenance worker carefully took the snake's head in his hand, squeezed out the blood from the snake's head, and slapped his palm, which was stained with snake blood, to the middle of the six-pointed star behind freezer No. 2.
"Don't worry, there's only one last step left."
He turned his head, grinned, and said to me in blood.
Thanks to the reward of 100 cool coins from the return of the wind and snowy night, and the 1000 cool coins rewarded by woaiai9 See you tomorrow t1706231537: