Shi Fatzi's initial judgment was correct.

The strange man in front of him was really writing, and he finished writing with his left hand, and then wiped the handwriting with a flick of his right hand, and continued to write.

If it's just a normal writing, I definitely don't dare to take a second look at the other party's special 'identity combination'.

However, the truth is that I only glanced at him, and then I was attracted by his movements, and it was difficult to take my eyes off it.

The other party was indeed writing, but instead of a pen, he was holding a bloody piece of paper in his left hand.

There was no paper in front of him, so the words he wrote did not fall on the paper, but on a piece of white sand that had been smoothed out I don't know how many times.

I didn't know the Nth eye, so I switched my mind to what he wrote.

Until then, all my attention had been on the 'pen' he used to write.

From the point of view of ordinary people, it is a bloody mass of meat.

But in my opinion, an orthodox medical student...... And when you look at it so closely, through the dark veins that are not very obvious on the surface of the flesh, it is easy to recognize that it is not pork, dog meat, beef and mutton, but a human heart!

I still couldn't see what the other man looked like, and all I saw was his hand sticking out of the body bag, a hand that seemed to me to have several scars from various physical causes.

This left hand holds a human heart, and with the tip of the heart as a brushstroke, it writes on the rough white gravel.

Just looking at this image, I feel like my heart is ...... At least the lower half of the heart, as if it were wrapped in a piece of coarse sandpaper used to polish things.

When my attention shifted to what the other person had written, I was even more exploding.

The tip of the heart dripping with blood, the handwriting falling on the white sand, is shocking, and the scratches are dazzling.

The pen that uses people's hearts as a pen and white sand is written on paper, over and over again, there is only one word.

A blood-red - injustice!

To be honest, I don't really like Fat Shi very much, and I even thought that he was like a stupid cat with a huge fat fat, artificially thrown into the dirty sewer.

I hate dirty, but it seems that this stupid fat cat is not only not hateful, but also a precious breed, and I may not be sad if he drowns in stinky water, but I feel a pity......

All in all, I still really, really don't like this fat man.

But his presence here at this moment has touched me very, very much.

Just when I was lying down on my stomach by the blind man's head, this guy couldn't resist his curiosity and followed him to the point where he was almost inseparable from me.

Everything I saw, he saw.

His fat arm was against me, and I trembled, and he trembled, and both of them should have felt the tremor in each other's hearts.

People who have not experienced it will never imagine that in this case, there are people around to accompany them, and they empathize with you...... That's how to rely on each other, help each other through thick and thin, and grow old......

"I'll go to your uncle's!"

At the same time that the fat man suddenly straightened up, I also broke free from the blind man's 'claws', half squatting and half kneeling on the ground, holding my upper body, leaning my neck, and panting half towards the sky.

This reaction of both of us is inevitable.

The sluggishness after the reaction is also inevitable.

But this reaction, in someone's opinion, is an accident within an accident, and even impossible for him.

The 'mystery man' wrapped in the body bag jerked his head up and faced us, and said in a hoarse voice:

"You are not dead, you are alive!"

"What the ......"

The fat man reacted more strongly than I did.

At the same time as the scolding came out, a person who did not fit his body type turned over, as if he wanted to escape quickly, and how far he ran.

However, somehow, just as he turned over, propped up on the ground and tried to get up and run away, his upper body suddenly limped downward.

Then, the whole person fell to the ground.

A voice said, "Fatty, your hand is hurting?" ”

The one who asked was the 'mysterious man' that both me and the fat man were afraid of at the moment.

The fat man didn't seem to hear it, and he was still in a hurry, trying to support his body and escape.

At this time, another voice sounded: "Where did this dead fat pig come from?" Stigmatized into these 13 things... What are you bringing him for? ”

It is the blind who speaks.

My mind was already in a mess, and when I heard him ask, although I had a faint feeling in my heart that I was not right, I still blurted out:

"He's Guan Fei! In order to seek revenge on me, he insisted on giving himself hormones, eating like this bear, he ......"

Before he finished speaking, he came to an abrupt end.

The fat man's right hand was not healed, and it seemed that for some reason, even if he was out of the soul, his right hand still did not fall.

Therefore, under the influence of his own weight, he really couldn't get up for a while.

The blind man is still on my other side.

As the main party, it is impossible for him to leave.

However, because of the surprising scene that happened in this instant, he seemed to be stunned, forgot to react, and just squatted on his legs like a toad, and stood there with his hands on the ground.

It was because of these two specific situations that I had to stop all my movements, even like a fool who had been immobilized and completely froze in place for a while.

Because, I know the movements of both of them.

However, at this moment, on my right shoulder, there is a human hand!

The blind man and the fat man can't spare their hands, who is holding me?

That's only in this little locality, except for the three of us—the fourth man!

"Who are you?"

As I heard the question, I could feel a mouth close to my ear.

But by feeling, I don't think it's a person.

To be precise, I feel that it is not a complete person.

It wasn't even a head detached from its torso, it had just a mouth.

Perhaps, there were some other facial tissues in that mouth, but the chilling feeling at the moment made me lose the courage to squint and look backwards.

"Xu Disaster...... Pull me ...... "Shi Fatzi may have been too flustered, coupled with his hand injury and his extraordinary weight, he really couldn't get up, so he had to ask me for help."

Before I could react, the mouth in my ear repeated gloomily: "Xu~woe~"

I felt a pang in my heart.

It's over, I'm very cautious every time I come, this time...... But this fat man has exposed me!

"Xu Disaster...... Guan Fei...... Guan Fei...... Xu Fu ......"

The mouth kept repeating itself in my ear.

I used to hate the fat man, but after listening to it for a while, I didn't hate him anymore.

He shouldn't have called me by name on such a special occasion.

But after all, it seems that I reported the name 'Guan Fei' to the blind man as soon as possible!