Now everyone was shocked.
Are there ghosts around Mike that they can't see?
Cheng Qianxun immediately grabbed the bottle of holy water on the side and threw it in Mike's face.
But Mike just shook his head violently, shook the water on his face, and continued to hold the wooden bar with iron nails in his hands like crazy, shouting and waving it.
The holy water was of no use and Cheng Qianxun said loudly: "Hurry up and find a way to get close to him.
Do you have any secret codes or something to let him know we are here?"
"No, there's no code there."
Harold tried to get closer, but Mike's wooden stick was swung so tightly that there were several exposed spikes on it.
There is no pattern to Mike's swing of the stick.
He moves left and right, up and down, and his movements are very fast, quick and agile.
"This kid moves too fast," Hogan cursed after trying several times outside to no avail.
Sneijder did not forget to joke at this time: "You think everyone is as easy to serve as Cheng, be careful, he will beat you."
No one wanted to get hurt, and Rudolph couldn't get close, so he said: "How about waiting until his strength is exhausted?
It seems that what he saw was just an illusion."
Cheng Qianxun didn't want Mike to be in such fear, so he shouted from behind: "It's scary to be alone, and there are things around him.
Think of a way quickly, there are so many professionals, they can't beat a street person."
Are you a gangster?"
"Well, we are professionals."
Rudolph looked around and saw that there was nothing he could take.
Even the furniture was either large or broken into pieces.
Mike could grab a long piece with iron nails.
Mu Tiao, I really don’t know if he is lucky or if they are too unlucky.
"Then use this."
Harold used local materials and pulled up a quilt.
Harold and Regal pulled up a quilt and were about to step forward.
Mike suddenly turned his head and looked at the empty space behind him, screamed and ran away towards the door.
Fortunately, the quilt tripped him down and the wooden stick came out.
But Mike rolled sideways a few times very quickly, kicking and beating him and breaking away from the quilt that was then covering him.
"Hurry up and hold him down, hurry up."
Several men rushed over and tried to hold Mike down.
They were fast, and Mike seemed to have taken some stimulant.
He was faster, perhaps because of the explosive power generated by extreme fear.
He screamed, punched and kicked, and ran towards the door while rolling and crawling.
"Stop him, stop him quickly."
Cheng Qianxun picked up the bottle of holy water in his hand and threw it at Mike.
Although he was hit, it didn't stop Mike's madness.
He rushed to the door, opened it desperately, and ran out.
Everyone stared blankly at the open door, helplessly facing the gray outside, and Mike's figure had disappeared.
"Ah, help, are you there..."
Unexpectedly, Mike emerged from the restaurant on one side in panic, shouted and ran out the door, and then the figure disappeared into the mist again. .
Before everyone could recover, Mike ran out of the restaurant again and fled like crazy.
Suddenly, Cheng Qianxun's bad premonition came again, as if something was going to happen, and he hurriedly shouted: "Stop him quickly, hurry up!"
But how could they stop him?
Everyone was in a daze and couldn't figure out why Mike walked out of the door and came out of the restaurant in the blink of an eye.
Mike disappeared out the door again, but did not come out of the restaurant again, and there was a noise in the basement, as if something was rolling down. . .
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Cheng Qianxun knew something was wrong.
When he opened the basement door, everyone walked down one after another and saw a tragic scene.
Mike was lying at the bottom of the stairs.
He probably rolled down the stairs and hit a shelf.
He was lying with his hands on his chest and his feet were twitching slightly.
The container containing the specimens on the shelf fell to the ground, almost all the glass jars of different sizes were smashed, and various soaked white specimens were scattered on the ground.
The smell of formalin was extremely strong.
From the fact that Mike was soaked in antiseptic all over the floor, with his breathing and the blood spurting from his mouth from time to time, it could be judged that he was injured, and the injury was definitely not serious.
Rudolf and Harold immediately merged the two stairs into one and jumped down the last three stairs to come to Mike's side to check on the injury.
Rudolph carefully moved away Mike's hand covering his chest, "Hiss" Harold used a knife to cut a corner of Mike's sports top, and then tore it open with his hands.
No wounds were seen, but his chest was obviously different from before.
Rudolph frowned and said, "The ribs were broken, and the broken bone punctured the lungs."
Mike was obviously dying.
Every time he took a breath, he spit out blood bubbles from his mouth.
There was no surgeon or medical equipment, he could only linger and gasp, and it seemed that there was not much time left.
"You, you..."
Mike started to speak, and with just one word, blood poured out of his mouth.
"Yes, we are all here."
Cheng Qianxun squeezed forward and held Mike's hand: "You were just like me just now.
Although you can't see it, we are all here."
"I was so stupid to think..."
Mike frowned suddenly, with a look of pain on his face.
He took a deep breath through his nose, but more blood bubbles appeared in his mouth.
"Stop talking, otherwise it will be even more uncomfortable."
After Rudolph said to Mike, he whispered in Cheng Qianxun's ear: "It will be very painful if a large blood vessel is punctured and blood accumulates in the lungs.
He doesn't have much time."
If blood accumulates in the lungs, blood loss will occur, but suffocation and pain are the greatest pain.
Seeing a teammate dying in pain, Cheng Qianxun felt uncomfortable and his eyes slowly turned red.
Although Mike is a small-time gangster, his living environment forces him to engage in this line of work.
Who would hire a person whose resume showed that he failed to graduate from high school and had been in juvenile detention center either stealing or fighting every day since he was a child?
Maybe outside he is a nasty scum that Harold described as a rat, but at home, he He may be a good brother and the only source of livelihood for a group of younger siblings.
And now he was lying in the smelly potion, as well as horrifying severed limbs and animal carcasses.
But you can't move him, otherwise he will die faster.
She held Mike's hand tightly and tried to comfort her in a calm and soft voice: "Anyone would be panicked.
I couldn't do as well as you at that time."
Mike endured the pain and smiled, his whole body twitched, and blood came out of his nose.
You don't need him to speak, and you know what he wants to say even without speaking.
Cheng Qianxun held back the tears that were about to fall, and said with a slight choke: "It doesn't matter if you die, in fact, death is a kind of relief.
Living is tiring.
You behaved well.
I hope Satan can have mercy on you and let you rest in peace.
If Go, save a seat for me, I will go there one day.”
Mike smiled again, obviously in a calm mood.
With his teammates by his side, at least he wouldn't die alone.
That was enough.
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He suddenly had an asthma attack, panting violently, but every breath he took in came out with a lot of blood, and he coughed violently from time to time.
Harold and Rudolph immediately stepped forward and turned Mike on his side so that the blood could flow from his nose and mouth.
Sneijder stepped forward, helped Cheng Qianxun up, and pulled her behind.
Seeing Mike struggling in pain under Sneijder's arms, Cheng Qianxun was heartbroken: "Rudolph, let him suffer less."
He will definitely not survive.
If he continues like this, it will only increase the suffering.
Mike could last for about ten minutes at most and would not survive until the end of the game.
Rudolph raised his head, looked at Harold, and raised his eyebrows.
Harold hesitated, then shook his head.
He is an Interpol police officer who saves people, not kills them.
Killing at this time is not cruel, but a kind of kindness, but the current situation is not killing to save people, so he can't do it.
Rudolph sighed slightly, then lowered his head and Mike, who kept spitting out blood and blood bubbles from his mouth and nose, said: "Man, you will be free soon.
Don't worry, we will always be by your side until the last moment. ” After saying that, Rudolph gently held Mike's head with both hands, and then violently turned it to one side.
Cheng Qianxun immediately buried his head in Sneijder's chest, unable to bear to look any further.
He only heard a slight "click", and Mike's painful coughing, vomiting, and lung whistling disappeared.
Unable to hold back his tears anymore, Cheng Qianxun turned his head and looked at Mike lying motionless on the ground with tearful eyes.
Rudolph and Harold slowly stood up and took two steps back.
Mike's body slowly faded in the mess on the ground, and finally disappeared without a trace.
No need to think about how to dispose of the body, Satan has already taken care of it.
The dead were eliminated, while the living continued to suffer in the underworld.
Back upstairs, everyone's mood was very heavy.
Even if they were used to seeing death, they would still feel sad.
It seemed that the strong smell of formalin from the basement was still left on his body.
Mike's bed was still on the floor.
There might still be residual warmth in the bed, but the person was dead and gone.
Cheng Qianxun sat down helplessly, and Harold asked: "Cheng, how did you find out that something might happen to Mike?"
She just felt so tired and in a very low mood.
Fortunately, Sneijder sat over and hugged her, giving her great comfort.
After thinking about the situation at that time, she answered carefully: "Because Basong, this is not the third time Basong has had an accident.
Facts have proved that he is right.
We can't get out of here.
The result of leaving the house will be that we will be trapped again."
Sent back.
The whole house is a barrier, and the only way to break it is to go out three times, and there will be problems.”
Bassong jumped from upstairs and pierced his heart by a lightning rod; Mike fell down the basement stairs and pierced his lungs.
The two have something in common, which is what happened after leaving the house for the third time.
"Mike just felt like he was alone.
We all disappeared, and there were other things around him."
Regeer thought about it and immediately frowned: "This is scary.
If I encounter this situation, it will be difficult to maintain calm."
"Yes," Harold analyzed calmly: "For example, I found those criminals chasing me; another example is a group of ghosts.
If you add that what I saw was not the real appearance of the house, but the streets and construction sites.
If you are not careful, you will fall into the trap.”rs: