Chapter 316: Fear Is Enjoyable

The wheel of the cart creaked, and the shaft was filled with black and red, rotating in circles, like the "minced meat" in a blender.

The next second, it was blocked and stopped turning.

Lou Rui kicked the stagnant wheel anxiously, and his boots were immediately covered with wet minced meat.

He tugged at his collar irritably, then spat fiercely in the direction of the cart, cursing:

"The bastards in the death row did a lot of dirty work, but they didn't care about it, and let us do it. Fuck them."

Lou Rui had a rough face, and under his rough skin was hidden the anger and dissatisfaction accumulated over the years.

His eyebrows were thick and messy, like two untrimmed weeds, and his eye sockets were abnormally sunken, as if they would spit out flames at any time. The whole person looked like a person with a bad temper and arrogance.

He cursed fiercely, and seeing that the cart still did not move, his face became darker and he kicked a few more times.

The pile of corpses on the cart, which was as big as a hill, swayed and fell. The corpse on the top fell to the ground with a muffled "bang". The twisted and hideous dead face was facing up, revealing the prison guard uniform of the death row.

The cowardly prison guard who followed him couldn't bear it and whispered:

"Is there a possibility that the colleagues in the death row didn't want to give up, and they just lay down?"

When Lou Rui heard this, his anger burned even more. His eyes suddenly raised, his eyes widened, and he said angrily:

"In the final analysis, it's not just laziness?"

The cowardly prison guard was speechless, met Lou Rui's fierce eyes, and shrank his neck involuntarily, feeling the pinch marks on his neck were aching again.

He lowered his head and walked over, leaning over to drag the body from the ground inch by inch, and then laboriously moved it onto the cart bit by bit.

Dirty blood flowed along the body during the dragging process, gradually soaking his hair, but he did not say a word, just silently continued this heavy work.

Lou Rui did not help, just watched and sneered, and kept urging:

"Hurry up, one or two are dawdling, when can you get off work, I don't want to work overtime in prison tonight, the stench in the air is too strong."

Perhaps out of the desire to get off work early, Lou Rui finally walked forward with a curse, and helped to lift the body.

But the curses in his mouth became more and more harsh: "A bunch of useless people, so heavy, they don't know how to lose weight before they die, it's really bad luck."

Suddenly, a trembling and hoarse voice interrupted: "So, you must have lost weight in advance?"

Lou Rui immediately let go, and the body fell again, taking the prison guard who didn't react to it with him to the ground.

The cowardly prison guard was pressed under the body, and looked at the person who spoke timidly. The face looked familiar, as if it was the senior who was often ordered around by Lou Rui when he first reported to the prison?

But later, for some reason, he was transferred to another prison area, and he replaced the other person's position. He remembered that the man seemed to be called... Guan Zhong? ! !

Lou Rui turned his head to look aside, and when he recognized the person, he habitually stretched out his hand to pinch the other person's neck, and at the same time, the corner of his mouth curled up a grim smile:

"It's you, you scared me, but you showed up at the right time, I just need your help here, you won't refuse me, right?"

The scene in front of him seemed to overlap with the nightmare in his memory, Guan Zhong's body instinctively froze in place, allowing the rough palm to strangle his throat again.

Listening to the familiar voice that appeared in his nightmares again and again, Guan Zhong's teeth trembled, and his voice trembled more and more: "Okay, I will help you."

Lou Rui was very satisfied with Guan Zhong's obedience. He gently released his palm, but he didn't notice that in the trembling voice, in addition to fear, there was also a trace of morbid excitement:

"But, I have helped you so many times, can you do me a favor this time?"

Lou Rui was stunned on the spot, almost suspecting that his ears had hallucinations.

His voice unconsciously rose a few notes: "What did you say? I didn't hear it clearly, please say it again!"

Guan Zhong took a deep breath, then slowly raised his palm and pushed Lou Rui's palm away from his neck little by little.

The moment the back of the hand touched, a layer of clear goose bumps appeared on Guan Zhong's arm, and his whole body shuddered.

Guan Zhong will never forget the pain that surged from his body when he pushed Lou Rui's palm away for the first time. He couldn't even make a begging sound because his throat was hoarse.

Of course, it was useless to shout out. At that time, no one would pay attention to the weak call for help from the corner, because it was part of this cold prison.

But, today is different. He is not alone today. He has helpers.

Most importantly, Feng Mu told him that now is his reward time.

Please...collect 6...books...!

"During my reward time, even the fear I relived was extremely enjoyable."

Guan's thighs trembled, the muscles in his buttocks tightened, and his body actually produced a strange pleasure, as if he was holding back the sour and refreshing feeling of release.

He bit his lips tightly until blood oozed from his lips, and then gently licked the bloody taste, his face showing an indescribable morbid weirdness.

"I said, we now have evidence to suspect you of being related to the riot in the death row this morning, so we would like to invite you to have a cup of tea with us, and hope that you can cooperate with our investigation."

Lou Rui's eyes were wide open, and before he could digest the meaning of the other party's words, the anger in his heart had already erupted like a volcano.

He raised his foot and kicked Guan Zhong's lower abdomen fiercely.

The latter stood still, without dodging at all, and was kicked straight to the ground.

Feeling the pain from his lower abdomen and the coldness of his back hitting the ground, Guan Zhong lay on the ground and glanced at the cowardly prison guard who was pressed by the corpse.

Then, in the latter's unbelievable eyes, his mouth corners opened a little bit, and the grin became bigger and bigger. The muscles at the corners of his mouth were torn by the smile and bleeding. Guan Zhong laughed wantonly.

The laughter was hearty, full of relief and ridicule, but when it got into Lou Rui's ears, it was like a ghost howling in the night wind, making his heart inexplicably tight.

It was as if a chill rose from the soles of his feet and quickly spread to his back, and his hair stood up.

Lou Rui's violent movements subconsciously froze. He looked down at Guan Zhong lying on the ground, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching: "You, are you... crazy?"

Guan Zhong looked at Lou Rui's frozen expression and smiled even more happily. His lips were stained with blood and turned a moist crimson, which was very beautiful.