Chapter 163 Horror, the Responsibility of a Tailor Is (Asking for a Monthly Ticket)

April 20, Wednesday, 08:10 in the morning.

Chen Ya was already fully dressed, with handcuffs and voltage anklets tightly restraining him. He was solemnly escorted onto a bus by the correctional guards.

The transfers this time involved all light-duty prisoners in the light prison area, so no overly strict preventive measures were taken.

The entire bus is equipped with reinforced explosion-proof glass, and each window is tightly closed. There is also a strong iron hoop net surrounding the outside, as if the vehicle is covered with an indestructible armor, ensuring the safety inside. Isolation from the outside world.

The vehicle was only equipped with three prison guards armed with shotguns and two escorts wearing nano-light armor and equipped with 4 million volt high-voltage electric shock knives.

In addition to Dong Xu, Liu Yi, Gong Ting and Zhao Zhibao, the car also carried eight other minor criminals.

Chen Ya stepped onto the car, his eyes scanning every corner as quickly and carefully as a searchlight. His eyes paused for a moment on the four team members in the car.

They pretended not to know each other, two of them were in front of the car door, and the other two were sitting at the back of the car.

Obviously, before Chen Ya arrived, they had quietly completed the division of labor.

Once the bus slowly drives out of the shadow of the prison and frees itself from the constraints of the high walls, the two people in the front will move quickly to cleanly disarm the three prison guards; at the same time, the two people in the back will also tacitly agree to do so. Take action and quietly deal with the two escorts.

Everything is in place, just waiting for Captain Chen Ya to issue the decisive action order.

He will lightly touch the tip of his nose. This simple action contains profound meaning:

Touching one nostril lightly means that less air comes in and more air comes out, implying that the remaining mouth is left alive; if both nostrils are lightly touched, it means that the breathing is completely blocked, which conveys the meaning of killing them all and not leaving them alive.

In the silent communication, the team members do not need to speak, and they do not even need a detailed deployment plan before taking action. They can rely on their tacit understanding to spontaneously prepare for battle. What stands out is a strong subjective initiative.

This high degree of consciousness and collaborative combat capabilities are the outstanding professionalism possessed by [Destiny]'s A-level tactical team. It is also one of the reasons why [Destiny] scares other organizations and makes the Upper City Council deeply afraid.

"End the battle within 3 seconds. Within 7 seconds, you can kill everyone on the bus, including other prisoners. At the 11th second, take control of the driver's seat and start the bus to drive away. The above specifically refers to the situation where the captain does not need to take action. ”

Chen Ya only exchanged a brief glance with the team members and seemed to interpret the script of the entire operation.

Then, Chen Ya slowly walked to the center of the carriage, sat down slowly, leaned her head gently against the window, and closed her eyes for two seconds.

At the same time, the four team members received the secret instruction to "keep still and continue to lurk".

Their peripheral vision tacitly and vaguely slipped over the necks of the prison guards or escorts. At that moment, the excitement and desire that originally flickered in their eyes receded like the tide, and were replaced by the same nervousness about the future as other prisoners in the car. A cowering look of fear.

"A total of thirteen prisoners will be transferred to prison this time. All the prisoners have arrived and are ready to go."

The prison guard in the car checked the list and after confirming that it was correct, he patted the back of the driver's seat to signal the departure.

The prison guard in the passenger seat immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and made a notification application to the prison's command "tower."

On the high wall, the vigilant prison guard carefully removed the machine gun's nozzle. At the same time, the prison's heavy electric gate slowly started to operate in silence. Accompanied by a low mechanical sound, it slowly moved to both sides, revealing access to the outside of the prison.

drop!

The alarm light in the prison suddenly flashed and turned red.

The bus that was starting paused slightly, as if it was also alarmed by this sudden change.

The prison guard in the passenger seat quickly took out the walkie-talkie, with a nervous and questioning tone in his voice: "What happened?"

A subtle current noise came from the intercom, followed by a calm and calm voice from the "tower":

"A prisoner was found dead inside the prison. The circumstances of his death were a bit unusual. However, this has nothing to do with you. Continue the mission and set off."

The bus continued to drive away. Several curious prisoners put their heads on the window and looked behind. Dong Xu, Liu Yi and the other four looked at each other calmly, and then glanced at Chen Ya's seat. , smiled knowingly in unison.

That smile seemed to say:

"Look at Captain, I couldn't help but try to reason with people last night. Before leaving, there was a lucky guy in Prison No. 4 whose soul was cleansed by the Captain."

……..

Set the time back slightly by 5 minutes.

Cell No. 2126.

Wang Goucheng, who was sleeping in the corner near the toilet on the simple Datong bunk, was awakened by the urge to urinate.

He felt that his sleep last night was unusually deep, so that his neck was a little stiff and the back of his head felt vaguely painful. He reached out and touched his head, sniffed his nose again, and smelled a faint smell.

"Fuck you, who didn't flush the toilet after taking a poop last night?"

Wang Goucheng's heart was full of resentment, and while muttering, he climbed out of bed to fill the water gun. To his surprise, the toilet was exceptionally clean, without the usual black or yellow sticky matter attached to it.

Wang Gousheng gently shook the old bird while sniffing the faint stench in the air in confusion.

He followed the smell and slowly walked to the bedside, and finally stood on top of Yuan Dabiao's head.

As a prison bully, Yuan Dabiao's sleeping posture has always been dishonest. He habitually puts himself in a "big" shape, taking up as much space as possible, squeezing the prisoners on both sides out of their places.

However, Yuan Dabiao seemed unusually restrained at this moment. His head was resting on his head, his legs were together, and his hands were quietly folded on his lower abdomen. His whole sleeping posture seemed peaceful and restrained.

His face was peaceful, his eyes were closed, and there was no tremor, as if he was intoxicated in a sweet dream, unaware of everything in the outside world.

Wang Gousheng lowered his head and observed carefully for a moment, and gradually an indescribable strange feeling rose in his heart. He always felt that Yuan Dabiao's sleeping posture at this moment revealed an indescribable weirdness, but it was difficult to describe this feeling in detail.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he finally found the crux of the problem. He noticed that there was a thin needle faintly inserted in Yuan Dabiao's throat.

Wang Gousheng was stunned and stood there, with a slight chill on his back, as if countless cold air was seeping out of his pores.

He tried to be brave and carefully called Yuan Dabiao's name a few times. However, Yuan Dabiao still closed his eyes and did not respond.

The surrounding inmates were awakened by Wang Gousheng's voice, and they got up from the bed one after another. They soon noticed something unusual and looked at the sleeping Yuan Dabiao at the same time.

Wang Gousheng faced the inquiring eyes of his inmates, took a deep breath, and mustered up his courage. His fingers gently slid over the thin needle, then slowly pinched it and carefully pulled it up.

"Slurp!" A light sound, like the slippery sound of tomatoes being boiled in boiling water and gently torn off the skin.

Yuan Dabiao's smooth forehead suddenly squeezed out dense wrinkles, as if a crumpled paper suddenly unfolded, and the folds retreated inch by inch in full view of everyone.

First, the scalp covered with fine wrinkles, followed by the skin with thick eyebrows, followed by two lonely holes, and then two adjacent small holes and a crack in the lip skin... All this happened silently, like a horror drama in slow motion, which made people stunned and horrified.

It looked like Yuan Dabiao's face betrayed his facial features, abandoned them, lined up to run away from home, slid down from his head, flowed like liquid, and left its original position.

Then, this phenomenon spread to his neck, chest, arms, lower body, buttocks, and even to his feet...

The skin all over his body was slowly and unstoppably sliding down from the top of his head, flowing silently along the straight line of the bed to the cold ground.

Wang Gousheng retreated in fear, his eyes full of fear and disbelief, as if he was frozen in place, watching a complete human skin gradually spread out on the ground.

The skin seemed to be a carefully tailored white one-piece dress, neatly and flawlessly laid flat on the cold floor, every inch of the material was smooth and delicate, and almost no sewing stitches could be seen.

The whole cell was shrouded in a dead silence, as if even the air had solidified, and time had stopped in the horror of this moment.

Then they collectively saw Yuan Dabiao, who was used to sleeping naked on the bed, still maintaining a quiet sleeping posture, but his whole body turned bloody.

The panic of the crowd reached the extreme, so that their throats seemed to be tightly stuck by something, and they could not make a sound.

Wang Gousheng finally realized what was wrong with Yuan Dabiao's sleeping posture - too regular, so regular that it looked like a corpse lying in a coffin.

However, the corpse in the coffin was at least wearing clothes, but Yuan Dabiao stripped off his "clothes" completely, clean and tidy!

At this moment, Yuan Dabiao, who had taken off his "clothes", seemed to wake up from a deep dream. The muscles on his bloody cheeks twisted and twitched, and suddenly his eyes widened, staring at everyone with those bloodshot eyes.

"Ah--"

Screams one after another broke the tranquility of the prison, followed by the sound of urgent alarms echoing in the air! ! !

On the bus, Chen Ya closed his eyes to rest, and suddenly opened his eyes slightly, and caught the sound of the alarm coming from behind and gradually fading away.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a relieved smile.

Chen Ya knew that the alarm meant that Yuan Dabiao had taken on his guilt, cleansed the filth deep in his soul, and set foot on the road to heaven.

At this last moment, Yuan Dabiao was conveying his gratitude and farewell to Chen Ya in this way.

Chen Ya thought to himself: "No need to thank me, this is my responsibility as a tailor. A tailor is to make every ugly body wear the cleanest and most decent clothes!"