Boyfriends Always Turned out to Be a Horror Movie Boss

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The black fog whizzed past, seeming to lose its direction and flow constantly in this empty building.

Dunn held his breath and looked at the black mist passing by the door with complicated eyes. The information page in his hand was pressed into fine folds by his increased strength.

[Experimental arrangement for x month x:

Name: Tours

Subject Number: 2310

Experiment content: Inject No. 3 medicine, and stimulate the brain waves through electromagnetic stimulation.

There is an active response, preparations for brain tissue resection surgery, to obtain experimental samples.

...

The test body collapses, replace the test body.]

Dunn looked at the silver-haired man whose eyes had lost focus in the dark mist, with sympathy in his heart.

This should also be a poor experimental subject.

He inadvertently turned to a piece of experimental data left in the office, and completely understood the secrets hidden in this nursing home.

This sanatorium, which claims to care for all mentally ill patients, actually conducts interstellar human experiments in secret!

And the current situation of the demons dancing here must be inseparable from the experiments that violate humanitarianism.

Dunn sighed, suddenly felt that there were more and more mysteries hidden behind it.

Who has such a powerful force to support such a secret experimental base?

"Ahhhhh!!!"

A familiar scream came, and Dunn was surprised and rushed out of the room.

He recognized the owner of the voice, his captain and friend-Bill!

-From "Top Secret: 4050"

Ward 211

Sitting on the soft and comfortable bed, Zhou Yu felt as though something was missing and was uncomfortable.

Turning his gaze to the silver-haired boy standing aside, Zhou Yu immediately understood what he lacked.

"Come here, Tours."

Zhou Yu opened his arms to Tours.

Seeing Zhou Yu's posture, Tours immediately flushed.

But even though he was too shy, he walked over obediently, and was held in his arms by Zhou Yu.

After rubbing Turs' soft hair, Zhou Yu showed a satisfied smile.

"Ah, so comfortable, Tours, how about you staying here at night?"

Zhou Yu was really reluctant to bear this large pillow, it was so comfortable to hold it, and there was a feeling that the void in his heart was filled.

After hearing Zhou Yu's words, Zhuang Man No.2 immediately persuaded: "No, brother, there are rules here, no-ah!"

Severely pinched the strong man No. 2, and the bald strong man glared at him with hatred of iron and steel, then turned around and smiled flatteringly: "Of course! Of course it's okay! Big brother, don't worry! It's absolutely fine!"

Humph!It's okay!He just waited for this lunatic to break the rules and be locked in a small black room!

See if he can be so arrogant then!

Knowing the rules of this nursing home, Tours gave them a cold look, turned his head to look at Zhou Yu, and said softly: "Big brother, I can't live here. There are regulations in the hospital. Once someone changes the ward and is found They will be locked up in a small dark room along with the person who instigates the change of wards!

The bald man really didn't expect that the little bug at the bottom of this nursing home would dare to tell the truth. He immediately burst into a cold sweat on his forehead, and he wanted to sew Turs's mouth with a needle.

Damn it!This obviously coerced kid is actually towards that lunatic!

And he still has the guts to pierce his lies in front of him as a patient!Don't want to live anymore!

The brawny bald man who hadn't put the scum of the soul-separated race in his eyes suffered a dumb loss, and his heart was almost bleeding.

"oh, I see."

Zhou Yu glanced at the brawny bald man with a smile, and naturally understood his calculations.

It's just that he really didn't expect this bald head to be so mindless and dare to tell such an obvious lie directly.

Alas, it seems that there is indeed something wrong with the brain, which is very sick.

Thinking about this, Zhou Yu glanced at the bald brawny with a little sympathy.

Then, I beat him sympathetically.

The bald-headed man who could only crawl on the ground was crying like a child.

He was wrong, really!

Who knows what he thought just now?My mind is pumping!

And just as the bald man was crying, a wisp of black mist penetrated into the depths of his soul at a faster speed.

The change is ongoing.

The night is deep.

Tours stood at the door of the ward, watching the god who sent him back to the distance, and the love in his eyes became more and more bottomless.

Today is the best day in his life, because-his god has appeared.

Tours curled up his mouth, smiling as intoxicating as he had eaten the sweetest honey in the world.

"I'm finally back, bastard!"

A voice full of contempt came from behind.

Hearing this voice, a trace of dark color flashed through Turs's green eyes, reducing the joy on his face.

Turning his head, Tours changed back to the gloomy appearance of the past.

There are thick dark circles under his delicate green eyes, and the original clear eyes have become uncomfortable and gloomy.

But the blood stains on his hospital gown and the pale face made people feel uncomfortable, leaving only the spontaneous disgust.

The shaggy-haired silver-haired boy looked at Turs mockingly, and the disdain in his eyes quickly spread.

"What? Are you comfortable with that lunatic? Why didn't you die under that lunatic!"

Looking at the blood stains and pale face still remaining on Tours, the silver-haired boy guessed what happened to him during the day.

Having witnessed the melee during the day with his own eyes, he didn't think that the lunatic who only knew how to beat people would be good to this bastard.

This bastard must be unbearable!

As for the behavior just now to give people away, I'm afraid it was also to threaten this bastard not to run around!

Anyway, the silver-haired boy would never believe that Tours could be favored by others.

In the face of the malevolence of the silver-haired boy, Turs was silent.

But his fingers behind his back were pinched tightly, as if restraining his bloodthirsty desire.

It's too early, killing these guys will cause trouble.

Seeing this gloomy and disgusting guy kept silent, the other silver-haired teenagers also looked over with disgust, and said, "It's disgusting! You bastard! It really couldn't be more dirty! Wait! Go back and see the dean. Things, you're done!"

For the purpose of experimentation, these subjects are not allowed to have relationships with other people, whether voluntarily or forcedly.

This prevents them from becoming the target of others to vent.

This is also the only preferential treatment this sanatorium gives to them who are humiliated by the soul-separating people.

"You bastard! You deserve to die! You don't deserve to be a soul clan person!"

"Trash! Why don't you die! What if the dean gets angry at that time!"

"Yeah! This guy is disgusting! Look at him like that! I must be used to being fucked! Haha!"

"I'm really ashamed of the dean's usual care for us!"

The slurs of these silver-haired teenagers that were inconsistent with their appearance sounded in the ward, but Tours still turned deaf to his bed, lay down, closed his eyes and prepared to rest.

The unfading blood on his body is his best disguise.

Now that he looks miserable, no one is willing to take the risk of killing him again.

He was also happy.

These idiots who are doing experiments and being silly, really regard the dean with a face as a good person, ah, it's ridiculous.

Covering the irony in his eyes, Tours was about to fall asleep.

Tomorrow he has to go to his god, he doesn't want to be late.

——

The familiar knock on the door sounded, and the soul-separated youths in the ward all turned pale, shaking all over.

"No, it's impossible, it's only three days..."

Hearing the fearful voices of other people, Tours opened his eyes, his eyes cold.

The time between experiments was shortened by ten days.

Originally, after the experiment, those experimenters would send them back to the ward to rest for 13 days, but now, it is clear that they are about to usher in another experiment.

"Except for 2310, everyone else is out."

The cold and ruthless tone of the people outside the door makes all the soul-separated youths look like ice falling pits.

Sitting up, Tours looked blankly at the unwilling people, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

According to the progress of this experiment, they will soon be consumed.

However, he didn't want to die when he just met the god.

Tours clenched his palms, and the invisible black mist pierced into the ears of the shaggy boy who scolded him most vigorously.

What should we do then——

Turning the corner of his mouth, Turs's eyes flashed a scarlet with excitement.

Of course it is to give them what they want most!

Creak--

The door opened, and the researchers in white uniforms were wearing white masks and standing by the door with cold eyes.

"The first one, Subject 2290."

Hearing that, the shaggy boy stood in the ward trembling, pointed at Tours with twisted facial features, and shouted: "No! This is not fair! Why can he not go! He is also an experimental subject? Why?"

The researcher in white frowned impatiently and pressed the controller in his hand.

"Experimental subject 2290, one violation."

Zizi

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The unkempt young man who fell to the ground screamed and curled up in pain by the electric current flowing from the collar.

Toures lowered his head cowardly, his shoulders trembling, as if he was frightened.

He gasped weakly, looking almost the same as he was dying when he was sent back last time.

Seeing this, the white-clothed researcher withdrew his sight and ordered the medical robot next to him to lift up the shaggy boy lying on the ground immobile.

"Next, Subject 2298."

After the scene just now, the other soul-separated youths were quite honest, and did not ask why Tours could not experiment.

However, their occasional glances at Tours were filled with deep resentment.

Accepting experiments is something they take for granted. In the face of these routine experiments, they can accept them calmly.

But once one person can make an exception, the original peace will all turn into resentment towards that exception.

Especially when this exceptional person is the bastard Turse they have always despised, the resentment will only become deeper.

Tours lowered his head, hiding the arc of his mouth in the shadow.

Resentment?

What a coincidence, so am I.

That being the case, it is only natural for us who resented each other to survive.

The palm of his hand was opened, and the tiny black mist that was invisible to the naked eye penetrated into the skin of all the soul-separating youths present, bringing them some unknown changes.

Nursing home underground experiment base

"Experimental body 2290, injected twice the amount of beta drug!"

[The subject accepts well.]

The woman with a ponytail looked at the experimental data on the projection screen, and a glimmer of joy flashed in her eyes.

"three times!"

[The subject accepts well.]

"Four times!"

[The subject is poorly accepted.]

The shaggy boy who was soaked in the green solution groaned in pain.

But the ponytail woman did not pay attention to the pain of the experimenter, but kept asking the researchers to increase the dose, until the shaggy teenager screamed Qiqiao bleeding and stopped the injection.

"Unprecedented success! Perform brain tissue resection! I want to get this sample as soon as possible!"

"Yes!"

On the third floor of the nursing home, Tours looked at the mist around his fingertips, his eyes were scarlet.

I have given you the ability that the Soul Clan desires most, shouldn't you thank me?Calle!

Recently, rumors of a scary newcomer began to spread in the nursing home.

It is said that this newcomer has copper skin and iron bones, invulnerable to swords and guns, and even a laser gun can't help him.

And this newcomer is still a lunatic, moody, and extremely fond of hitting people.

This rumor made many ordinary patients in the sanatorium panic, and even their mental illnesses had worsened to varying degrees.

But these rumors are still not credible to the heads of patients and bigwigs.

The man with short brown hair and a long scar on his face snorted and kicked a patient beside him to the ground.

"Don't talk to Lao Tzu about those useless things! What newcomers can be invulnerable? Ah? I think you are too bad!"

The gangster-level figure on the second floor-Scar Man, with a look of disdain.

"Go! Take me to that rookie's dormitory! I really want to fuck that invulnerable man today!"

The kicked patient clutched his newly repaired tongue tightly, tears streaming down his face.

"Don't, boss, please, take a gun if it doesn't work, that guy does have two brushes! Ooo!"

Thinking of the feeling when the demon had his tongue cut off, the sallow-faced patient couldn't help crying again.

"Woo, Boss, I, I kind of miss my mother, oooo...Mom! oooo! Mom, where are you!"

The scarred man twitched and choked silently.

Okay, this guy was scared and fell ill.

The author has something to say: I checked, the little theater was inspired by the movie "Hellsmith" yesterday~

That demon is so cute hahaha

small theater:

Top Secret World Consciousness: (Indulge in counting beans.jpg)

Hell World Consciousness: (touching Top Secret's head tenderly) If only you have been so good, Xiao Tiantian.

Spiritual World Consciousness: (Hugging the mixer) By the way, hell has maintained this position for a day, right? Haven't the top secret beans been counted yet?(Old father’s puzzled eyes.jpg)

Hell World Consciousness: (wiping the sweat from top secret forehead) Huh?Didn't I say it?Xiao Tiantian has obsessive-compulsive disorder, so he has to check it a thousand times!

(Smile.jpg) I think such a serious Bie Tian is so cute, so I fell in love with Bie Tian so recklessly at the beginning!Wearing black all the time is to please sweetie!

Spiritual World Consciousness: (Hold tightly to the fat self.jpg) Is it father’s illusion?Why is hell smiling so gloomily!

Future World Consciousness: (face cover.jpg) Have you not reacted yet!Hell, he knew that he had obsessive-compulsive disorder in top secret, and he had to count a thousand times in top secret!How would he know if he hadn't tried it!(Indifferent.jpg)

Spiritual World Consciousness: (Thinking about it. jpg) Dad’s heart can't stand QAQ a little bit.

Cthulhu and Nightmare: (Eating melon silently) Very good, perfect match, a natural scum and a scheming dog!