A Weird Theater That Started In London

　　【Love is a gift, love is perversion】

　　 Ansel Gbagbo has a virtuous wife, a son, and a daughter. Although he is not rich, his living conditions are not bad, he has a car and a house.

　　 Therefore, after learning that he was one of the few survivors on the flight of death, he eagerly wanted to go home, so as not to worry about his wife suffering from depression.

　　In the living room.

　　 "I want to take the children away..."

　　Mary hesitated a little and was full of guilt. She felt that her husband needs family companionship, but she had to make this decision for the safety of her children.

　　 The knock on the door was ignored again.

　　 The two looked at each other speechlessly, one with red eyes, like a bloodthirsty beast, and the other with tears, full of worry and fear.

　　 Finally, Mary relented. She thought of the promise she had made to God when she got married. She wiped her tears and whimpered and said, "Ansel, if you don't think it is necessary, let the children stay."

　　 "I will stay with you until I die."

　　 After the words fell, Mr. Gbagbo was finally moved.

　　 Just now, he actually had the urge to kill his wife, and at the same time, he was still eager to swallow blood.

　　 Guilt and hunger are entangled with each other.

　　 In this state, Gbagbo whispered to his wife: "You take them away as soon as possible, don't come back."

　　 Aside, two children stood at the top of the stairs silently looking at their parents, sobbing softly.

　　 Mr. Gbagbo seemed to have some feelings, he turned his head and looked over, and his heart was tortured again.

　　 That kind of mysterious virus makes people turn into monsters eager for the flesh and blood of their loved ones. The deeper you love, the faster you sink.

　　 A hoarse voice whispered in the ear: Kill them, drinking blood can relieve the pain.

　　 "Dad is not feeling well, you will go with your mom in a while, you know?" Gbagbo managed to make a smile.

　　 At this moment, he dare not go to hug and kiss his two children.

　　 叩叩叩—

　　 Lu Li is a little impatient, especially when he is full of reporters behind him, and one more minute is wasted, and the probability of his identity being exposed will increase.

　　 "I'll open the door..."

　　 At this time, bipolar disorder occurred, Mary, who was almost collapsed, wiped the tears on her face with paper, and turned and walked behind her back.

　　 Not long after, she saw a man wearing a mask and cap, covering himself tightly, with empty hands, no camera, no shorthand notebook.

　　 In other words.

　　 This strange visitor seems to have come with kindness, or he is not a reporter.

　　 "Hello, I have something to ask Mr. Gbagbo."

　　 Across the door, after listening to a conversation about parting life and death, Lu Li's heart is complicated, sympathetic and helpless...

　　 So, instead of just breaking in like the rock singer Bolivar, he was patient and stood outside for a while.

　　 listening to the sound coming from the door of the room.

　　 Ansel Gbagbo saw an airport policeman with agility and chemical suits before his eyes.

　　 "Is this Officer Lu? Please come in."

　　 After speaking, he sat on the sofa and tried his best to calm his expression.

　　 After hearing her husband's words, Mary began to make random associations again. At the same time, she blocked the door to prevent Lu Li from entering.

　　 "Madam, I want to talk to Mr. Gbagbo about something, so... please give me a favor."

　　 Lu Li controlled himself and made his tone as calm as possible.

　　 Frankly speaking, he has never been so gentle with his girlfriend.

　　 Although he has always been a single dog.

　　 Unfortunately, Lu Li met a woman suffering from depression.

　　 "Please, don't take him away."

　　 The next moment, Mary rushed over and grabbed Lu Li by the collar.

　　 I have to say that a woman's instinct has always been very accurate. Although Lu Li is unwilling to be rough, he must take Mr. Gbagbo away today.

　　 Click!

　　 The sound of pressing the shutter is particularly harsh.

　　 A reporter is taking pictures!

　　 The moment he heard this sound, Lu Li ignored the others, picked up Ms. Mary with one hand, and broke into the apartment.

　　Mr. Gbagbo, who was in some wrong condition, seemed a little angry when he saw this, his eyes were red, and a heavy gasp was heard in his throat.

　　 A bifurcated tongue slowly sticks out of the mouth, as if it is not fully developed, and can never be extended too long.

Upon seeing this, Lu Li held Ms. Mary with one hand to prevent her from approaching her husband, and said, "Man, can you feel the changes in your body? Longing for blood, you can't help but want to attack other people, especially your loved ones. "

　　 "So, in order to avoid them being harmed, you should follow me."

　　 "There are the world's most advanced medical equipment, the most professional doctors, and there are no reporters to interrupt."

　　 Flickering, flickering, Lu Li himself almost believed it, in fact, where does he have these things?

　　 At most, Mr. Bolivar and Mr. Gbagbo are provided with some animal blood and restraint tools to prevent them from becoming monsters and running around, harming ordinary people.

　　 However, the mysterious demon hunter Abraham might know how to save these survivors.

　　 Thinking of this, Lu Li had a bit of confidence.

　　 After all, he has seen too many unthinkable things. Therefore, compared to science, he still thinks that things like alchemy and magic are more reliable.

　　 While Lu Li was on guard, Mr. Gbagbo had already made a decision. He hated being quarantined, but he didn't want to hurt his family.

　　 "Well, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, I will go with you."

　　 The weird tongue returned to the throat, and the mucus remaining at the corner of the mouth reminded Mary and the two children: They were definitely not mistaken in the scene just now.

　　 It seems that the investigation work is slowly getting on the right track.

　　 Thinking of this, there was a smile on Lu Li's face. He took out a pair of handcuffs, masks, and barbed wire used to seal his mouth from the inner pocket of his jacket and threw them to Mr. Gbagbo.

　　 "Put these on."

　　 "Leave from the backyard later, avoiding the reporters."

　　 In the wee hours of the morning, Mary stood on the balcony and watched a black car go away. At the same time, the rock singer Bolivar looked at his new patient, Mr. Gbagbo, and screamed.

　　 The other side of the city.

　　Queens, San Sebastian Hospital.

　　 The pathology report of Captain Redfern came out, and the doctor handed it to Dr. Yves:

　　 "This is a very strange disease."

　　 "Caused by a kind of foreign cell, they hijack the patient's body, um, to be precise, it should hijack other normal cells to create a new organ."

　　 Upon hearing this, Yves frowned. He is secretly investigating the airport incident through his personal relationship, and the captain with a strong sense of responsibility voluntarily participates in pathological research.

　　 But, until now, there is still no progress, only that something is attacking Captain Redfern.

　　 "Try an ultraviolet light?"

　　 Dr. Nora made a soft suggestion.

　　 A few minutes later, all the fluorescent lights in the ward were turned off by the nurse.

　　 Under the ultraviolet light, Redfern's skin was covered with nematodes, and they crawled around wantonly.

　　 Yves and Noura Noodles look at each other—

　　 Not long ago, the two had seen this creature on the bottom of the plane's cargo hold.