Chapter 40 Forty, Horror Chorus

I sat at the small table all night, opened the wooden door behind the fence, and listened to the distant chirping of insects in the dark. The left side of the single cell I live in is a corner, and the right block is a row of four-person cells. There is a solid wall of at least ten meters between the two. People who don't come over there tell dirty jokes.But if everyone's entertainment program on a certain night is to stab each other's toothbrushes, I can still listen to the whole live broadcast of howling ghosts and howling wolves. I just sat there.At 9:30, the prison lights were turned off, leaving only the lights in the corridor.The color of the light today is very strange, not the usual orange, but a little bluish, and it dims a bit when there is nothing to do, as if the voltage is unstable.

The flickering blue light made me upset, and I ran to the bed several times to lie down, wanting to sleep until dawn, even if I fell asleep, it would be better than being so upset. But it's useless, I can't fall asleep, I can't even close my eyes, I can't help but look at the light in the corridor, it seems that it is a secret transmitter, da da, da da da, what message is being transmitted? The hour hand slipped past midnight, and what was supposed to come finally came. Like an announcement, a long, visceral scream erupted from a certain cell, resounding throughout WittyWolf.

After this sound, the prelude to the horrific chorus kicked off. Long and short, high and low screams came from the cells in all directions, and the voices were full of desperate pain.More and more voices merged together, one after another, intensified. I couldn't tell how many people were shouting. I just felt that the surroundings suddenly turned into hell, and the fallen beings were immersed in the hot molten steel. For nothing.I have never learned anything about hell, but that scene is vivid in my mind, even the struggling and contorted expression on my face is vivid. I hurriedly shook my head a few times to drive away my fantasy.The screams outside began to become diverse, short screams, like a cub that was attacked to the point of death; violent roars alternated, like fighters in a life-and-death boxing ring fighting with their lives; with whimpers and convulsions The continuous wailing, like a desperate exile who is eager to break out of the encirclement but has nowhere to go.Then, I heard the sound of shaking the iron railing violently, someone was knocking with a table leg, someone was hitting with a large object-maybe the head itself, some people were kicking desperately, most of them were arms desperately Shaking on the ground, as if hoping for a miracle, those arm-thick iron bars would suddenly melt like butter, allowing them to escape.

The most frightening thing is those real and recognizable languages, countless people are screaming. "Help, help!" "What is this! Crazy, the world is going to perish!" "Help, ahhhhh...I was bitten, damn Hans bit me!" "Oh, mother, mother, Virgin Mary..." I hugged the railing and looked out.I was in such a good position that I could see all the cells in the hallway on three sides.The iron bars of those cells were covered with people, shouting, struggling, impacting, and crying, and many of them had blood on their faces.Those hisses of terror and frenzy I knew for a moment, for behind them I saw the figure of the devil.

The devil gnaws at people's throats, sucks blood and body fluids, tramples on the body in front of them, hits people against the wall, and mechanically hits the head until it turns into a liquid state.There was a blue light in the devil's eyes, and he had completely lost consciousness and emotion. He just looked for the warm body closest to him, no matter whether he was close or distant, he bit him bloodily, and his limbs, head, and facial features were constantly being torn from his body. Pulled apart alive, discarded everywhere, body fluids and brains splashed everywhere.Those devils used to be normal criminals. One minute they were still grinding their teeth, dreaming, snoring, or rolling on the floor due to drug addiction, and the next minute, for unknown reasons, they turned into walking corpses who chose people to eat.In some cells, there was only one person who turned into a devil, and the others united to fight against him, but it was a desperate battle. No matter how hard he was hit, he felt no pain and didn’t care. The bones in his hands and feet were broken, and he was still alive. Able to get up and continue the journey of immortality.His teeth became extremely developed, sharp and tough. A normal person would soon fall into shock caused by excessive blood loss and lose all fighting power after being bitten.In some cells, three of the four prisoners changed their bodies, and the only normal person yelled a few times, then remained silent forever, staring at his ass, perched far away, and his soul hurried away , It's too late to confess to the pastor that this life is meaningless.

Even the criminals at Witty Wolf are still human, with the most basic and deepest fears.I watched before my eyes as they fell into a death trap, fighting desperately at the last moment. I slumped on the iron bars of my cell, my head was covered with sweat, my heart was beating wildly, and it seemed that I was about to jump out of my mouth.My goodness, Morgan is clearly talking about jailbreak, not zombie massacre, what the hell is going on! The electronic gate of the prison finally opened, and a team of prison guards rushed in with guns and live ammunition.Based on my consistent trust in the organization, a small spark of hope suddenly ignited in my heart. I have seen such a small spark in the eyes of many people, but within two seconds, all and mercilessly was extinguished.

Some guards vomited, and two dropped their guns and turned around and ran.The person who rushed to the front is probably the leader. He has watched gangsters and cold-blooded killers in WittyWolf all his life, and his psychological quality is not bad. The zombie suddenly let out a violent roar, and with their combined efforts, they opened a gap in the railing of the cell, and my eyes were straightened immediately.The head of the prison guard was doing well, and immediately pulled out his gun, da da da da da, six consecutive bullets, all of which hit the forehead of the zombie that squeezed out first.The latter slumped down and blocked the exit of the cell. The head of the prison guard regained his energy and was about to reach out to change the clips. His subordinates who had escaped from the door shouted hysterically outside: "Boss, run quickly!" , all are coming out, all are coming out!"

The railings of each cell were pulled open, and the demons who had killed all normal people were coming out one by one with their dull blue eyes blinking. The head of the prison guard seemed to be saying: Fuck, I’m not a pea shooter, even if I was missing a pumpkin set, how can I fight?Quickly turned around and ran, this 1.9 meter tall, muscular prison guard must have been a good football player in college, when he met a zombie brother face to face, he ran straight into him without hitting him, stepped on his face and charged out.There was a rush to respond, the door was opened, and the firepower was fully fired. The zombies who were chasing first turned their backs, and then the locks were locked, and everyone collapsed on the ground outside. They were so frightened that they were stunned for a while.

The iron fence can't sail the ten-thousand-year ship!I hurriedly closed the wooden door of the cell, retracted into the depths of the cell, hid at the foot of the table, and silently prayed vigorously to the main gods of one or two hundred religious schools: Please put aside differences in regions and concepts, and focus on the overall situation, sincerely unite, and closely Cooperate, and keep those railings strong enough not to be knocked over by the walking dead.As long as I can walk out of this door alive, I promise to make an offering to every temple, Taoist temple, and church, and I will never break my promise even if I lose my fortune, gods of all walks of life.

Everyone seemed dissatisfied with the matter of sharing the offerings equally, so when I closed my eyes and pretended to be dead, the railing door of the cell slammed to the end.Which cell came out of such a strong zombie?I jumped up immediately in fright, and hit my head on the table with a bang, and I was dizzy immediately.It was too late to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, so he hurriedly rolled over, trying to hide under the bed, but was dragged away by someone, and a familiar voice said angrily, "What are you doing, come out!" Morgan?I raised my head tremblingly, and seeing that it was Morgan, I breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately collapsed on the ground, dripping with cold sweat. I touched my little heart and asked, "You, how did you get here?"

His whole body was clean, his black shirt and khaki pants were not stained with blood at all, and his head was also intact, with no eye leaking brains.Seeing that I was surprised, he even made a walking motion: "That's how I came here, from the prison hospital." "The prison hospital is in the basement. Even if you take the elevator here, the elevator door is deep in the southernmost corridor. After exiting the elevator door and entering a protective door, it is the world of zombies. I would like to ask how you got there Way, Lingbo Weibu or eight steps to catch cicadas?" He told me honestly: "Neither, but I wear a kind of perfume on my body, no matter if it is a zombie, a vampire or a werewolf, it will disperse anyone who sees it." I wouldn't believe it even if I beat him to death. He grabbed me and said, "Let's go to the theater." I refused to leave, grinning my teeth and said: "Don't look at it, don't look at it, I'm scared to death." Morgan felt strange: "What's so scary?" You lunatics who study medicine are unreasonable. I made a comparison: "Those are not human anymore, okay, zombies!! Monsters!! Kill people like hemp, don't you think it's scary?" Judging from his expression, he really didn't think it was a big deal, and he was still trying to drag me to the door.I reluctantly followed him.Fortunately, at least he locked the iron door for me. I couldn’t laugh or cry when I saw it again. There was a small case of six bottles of beer on the ground, and a plastic box of skewers. The ribs and lamb were steaming. He dragged the quilt off my bed to pad his back, comfortably opened a bottle of beer and started to drink, while drinking, he looked outside with great interest, as if he was watching a play.I thought about it for a long time and didn't understand what kind of person he was, so I sat down hesitantly and picked up a bunch of ribs. As a result, before he opened his mouth, as soon as his nose smelled the meat, his entire stomach was overwhelmed.I threw the ribs away and ran into the bathroom to vomit.After coming out, Morgan looked at me with great concern, and the first thing he said was: "You didn't even eat it, did you? Then I ate it all." I stared at him stupidly for a long time, and my heart broke, mother, whoever is afraid of others, I grabbed the meat skewers and bit them, and swallowed them without chewing.To be honest, I have been in the ward for a long time before, and I have never eaten anything decent. After swallowing a few mouthfuls of meat like this, no matter how much I resist psychologically, my whole body is immediately refreshed, and I can't help but grow After taking a deep breath, I came back to my senses: the pork ribs are so delicious.Even so, my psychological quality is still not as good as Morgan's, and I tried my best to divert my attention while eating.I asked him, "Where did you get these?" He glanced at me: "These barbecues? Oh, I baked them myself in the prison hospital. The lack of cumin is not enough, isn't it? But I added some medical syrup instead of honey, which made up for it." No wonder it tastes delicious, but it smells like disinfectant.I muttered and took another skewer of meat, and took a quick glance outside.While we were drinking, chatting, and enjoying life, the devils caught each other and killed each other. They killed more brutally, but one thing was good—not howling, wailing or moaning, and if they couldn't beat them, they died quickly.And what Morgan said seemed to be true, no one came to our side, frowning when we got close, and moved away quickly.Seeing that the zombies were dying more and more, the silence gradually dominated everything again.There are no victors or triumphs in this kind of fight, only dead bodies are left on the ground, and the air is full of bloody smell that seems to be dripping out. We and the prison guards acted as spectators in our respective sites. The difference is that the prison guards are all stupid, but we are eating barbecue, especially Morgan, who doesn't know how much we enjoy it.I doubt that when he was studying human anatomy, he would see that the liver was quite fresh, so he cut it off and used it to make bandit liver slices. I shivered, wanted to endure it, but couldn't help it, and finally asked my question: "Morgan, does this have anything to do with you?" He drank the last sip of beer, and glanced at the corpses all over the ground with a flat expression: "Of course. The prison uniforms they have worn for the past six months have attached a colorless, odorless, nano-level nerve agent that can affect Their sensory system. At the beginning, the temper becomes very irritable, flesh-loving, gradually vision loss, insomnia, and hallucinations. After five months, the toxins accumulate to a certain extent, and the body will burst out with the final strength to try to fight against the toxins. , they will start to have a fever. Just like your fever, it goes away every night, and has a fever during the day, and it is contagious. On the sixth day, if you still have the fever, you will die directly. If you don’t have the fever—” I continued: "Just like me, survived?" Morgan chuckled, pointing to the prisoners outside who had died all over the place: "You were originally the improved version, with no other symptoms except fever, and the last injection was an antidote. Others are not treated so well. , Anle for a few days, and it will become like this once the attack occurs." "Wait, Morgan, they have fevers at different times, how do you manage to have them all at the same time?" "Oh, simple, today is Monday, and they all put on clean prison clothes, which have triggers on them. Have you forgotten that Job is in charge of the prison's clothes delivery and dry cleaning service? The charges are not cheap. "There is also the light outside. When the light bulb was changed last time, an inducer that would vaporize at 1 to 40 degrees was put in it. After turning on the light for an hour, it will enter the air. You know, some people like to sleep shirtless at night , we can't let people miss the only chance to transform in life." For a moment I was speechless.The strategizing, daring, and murderous Morgan and Job are completely incompatible with the two people I remember wasting each other's lives every day in the No. 10 Tavern. Only from the way he eats barbecue, I can roughly find a little familiar feeling of deja vu. I leaned back on the railing, with tears welling in my eyes, and said incoherently: "Damn, you and Job are too evil, Morgan, those are all human, can you really do it?" He was indifferent: "People?" He nodded towards the Shura field outside, wondering if he was paying tribute to the god of death holding a sickle.In my opinion, if he played that role himself, he would definitely be in shape and spirit. "I have been here for several months, and I can see all kinds of prisoners who come to treat diseases every day. It is reasonable to say that a doctor like me has no moral bottom line. As a result, every time I read the cases and medical records, I The only treatment I wanted was to stab them to death." It may have something to do with his major. No matter where he is or what happens, Morgan is usually the one who handles things most calmly among the people in the No. 10 Tavern. The fuss in the chaotic world is not worth mentioning in his eyes, unless the Tavern The boss was nervous, but Morgan didn't have much salary to deduct from him anyway. As if this is the first time I've seen his emotional side, or for someone who has nothing to do with me.The criminals held in this prison are very special. They come from all over the world, they are extremely vicious, and they cannot be sentenced to death according to the law of trial. Putting them in ordinary national prisons is a powerful threat to other prisoners with minor crimes. , it can be seen that the degree of risk is high. If the people in Qiwuhui are in a bad mood, this is really the most suitable place to kill. However, there is always someone who is wronged, right? I have a little heart that sometimes looks like a pussy. Morgan knew me very well. He put his arms around my shoulders and said comfortingly, "Yes, there are those who have been wronged." He wrenched his fingers: "Three or four. Qiwu will check everyone's files in the past six months, and pick out any suspicious ones." He grinned at me: "They're all infected with an unknown disease, and now they're locked up in a separate isolation room in another building forcibly treating them, isn't it cool!" He said to me solemnly: "In order to be responsible for every life." Believe you are a ghost.