Chapter 1036: "Daytime Rain" Screening (XIV)
Mossen panted and straightened up.
His hands were covered in blood, and his clothes and pants were stained with blood. His body was stained with blood and sweat, and he looked skinny. However, his expression was not obviously turbulent, only tired.
If you look at this face alone, it is hard to imagine that Mossen had just killed someone. You would only think that this guy had just finished physical work and was still exhausted.
The kitchen knife was still stuck in the patrolman's body, but Mossen didn't care. He walked to the side and squatted, reaching out to flip the bag on the waist of the police uniform.
There was a rustling sound, and he turned out a pistol.
Damon and others suffocated.
It was because Mossen, who was already scary enough, actually got a more scary weapon, and it was also because they remembered that the patrolman had a gun, but he could only resist when Mossen stabbed him crazily. In the end, he didn't even have time to open the button of the gun bag before he was stabbed to death.
The atmosphere of fear spread further. It was different from watching the murder scene just now. It was a feeling of lingering fear and uneasiness.
The camera switched, and Mossen staggered forward, and a malicious voice-over sounded.
"You, a piece of trash, should die quickly."
"Die."
"Die."
"It's so sad to keep a piece of trash like you."
All kinds of voices, from one person to two or three voices overlapping, without even reverberation, were the whispers of nightmares that had been left in Mossen's head for years.
"You have no value in living."
"Die quickly."
"How dare you still breathe?"
Mossen began to shake his head, slapping and hitting his head with his right hand.
The sharp and piercing buzzing sounded again, like the sound of a poorly contacted microphone in the speaker, pulling out a sharp line in the skull, cutting and grinding every pain nerve.
"Hurry up and die."
"I told you to die!"
"Don't be so excited."
"That's right, just kill everyone."
"Kill them all."
"All of you die!"
The voices echoing in every corner of his mind became more and more excited. In addition to those unfamiliar voices, Mossen's hoarse voice became more and more vivid, and the roar was mixed in.
"Ah————"
Mossen, who was walking on the street, was tortured to lower his head and speed up his pace, and uttered low mutterings on the verge of collapse.
"I want to eat barbecue..." he said boredly.
"You die soon!" he said excitedly and angrily.
"Kill! Kill them all!" he said hysterically.
The schizophrenic brain reverberation stopped with random bit switching. However, even the audience who didn't understand the director's handling method could understand that those voices never stopped. They always stayed in Mossen's mind, torturing him day and night.
The sound of wind chimes.
Mossen, in black clothes and black pants, walked straight into the coffee shop where Qiu Xue worked. He ignored everyone's strange looks and looked around while walking. On the way, he knocked over other customers' tables and tableware, making a sudden crisp sound.
He walked to the deepest part and looked around, but still didn't find the target figure. He quickly returned to the cashier near the entrance and exit and said:
"Hey, where is the woman named Qiu Xue who works here?"
The male cashier hesitated, but didn't dare not answer: "Qiu Xue... She resigned yesterday."
Mossen left without saying a word.
...
Bang!
The cheap canvas shoes kicked heavily on the door, leaving black and gray mud marks.
Bang, bang, bang.
Mossen continued to kick the door, with his mouth slightly open, as if he had failed to solve the problem and had no other way, so he could only sulk with the problem.
The door of the neighbor's house was pushed open from the inside to the outside by a hand.
The man who had seen Mossen and warned Qiu Xue came out in slippers with an annoyed look on his face:
"What do you want to do? If you keep going like this, I'll call the police!"
Mossen pulled out his gun.
Next update: 9:30.