Chapter 853

... eh?

He held the edge of the dustbin and stared at the head for a moment.

"Don't panic, everyone!"

When the evolutionists on the street buzzed, a cry came from the store. The voice is tender and crisp, and it sounds like a child; Then, a thin figure half jumped and half walked out of the door on broken glass - indeed, it was a little boy who didn't look like a teenager, with a fluffy curl shivering with his feet.

He turned pale, reached out a piece of cloth to cover the dead man's head, carefully picked it up like a football, and shouted to the crowd, "this man was about to rob the store just now, and was hit by the anti-theft mechanism. It's not a big deal! Let's go, I've called the black market supervisor!"

The expression of the onlookers suddenly relaxed a lot. There is a very strict order in the black market, which blocks out all the Darwinian rules that are used to in the doomsday, and will never tolerate any unprovoked killing; Since the boy is willing to call the supervisor, it means that the store is still within the validity of the black market rules - it is always reassuring to know that the rule system is still running at any time.

The boy seemed to be a little afraid of the things in his hand. He put ten fingertips against his head, stretched out his arms and clamped it far away. He didn't dare to hold it tightly. The blood gradually wetted the cloth, and it turned from light blue to dark black red, and then fell on the ground drop by drop from the end of the cloth.

Did the woman really die so simply? Did she die so fast because she met a strong opponent?

He frowned. There was no joy or even pleasure in the empty darkness in his body. There was still only a misty vanity and slowly burning anger. It's not enough. She didn't die because of me. The good void needs to be filled with more deaths. She needs to die because of me. I want to revenge Mei He. All this is because Mei He and I want to kill Mei He

When a fallen spirit woke up from that trance, he found that the child was walking to the store with his head pinched. It seems that his words just now successfully dispersed many passers-by who stopped to watch the excitement - after all, death is really not a novelty.

Before the boy walked into the gate, he glanced at his face. His skin is bright and clean, and his body is thin. At first glance, he looks a little like a girl; However, this is not where it is concerned. As soon as he turned around in front of the passer-by, the boy's nervousness just now disappeared. He only tightly pursed his lips and looked at the head in his hand. His face was heavy with doubts, and even his eyebrows were crowded with Sichuan characters.

... as if he couldn't figure out why Lin San would die so easily.

Just thinking of this, the boy suddenly raised his head, as if he felt his line of sight; His eyes stayed on the long mask for a moment, moved away again, raised his head and walked into the store door.

What to do next?

Although the woman did seem dead, she couldn't be killed by herself. The black hole that always gnaws at it in Zhuo's heart still doesn't get any satisfaction, and makes it want to scream, cut and destroy - how can that woman be so fragile? It's really useless. At least I'll stick to its milk cake effect!

It stood there for half a minute, and before it could figure out what to do next, it saw that the boy had just shown his head from the door of the store again.

"Hey," he raised his chin and nodded his hand, "are you a degenerate? Come here and clean the store for me."

Probably misunderstood it as a degenerate species responsible for cleaning up in the black market.

After thinking for a while, he walked over without hesitation.

"The ground is full of blood. Be careful not to step on it everywhere." Without taking a long look, the boy threw it an old cloth and walked towards the back of the dark shop with his head in his arms. "I'll turn the light on a little, and you can stand the body against the wall - what are you waiting for? Clean!"

In the darkness, on the floor between the two round shelves, a headless corpse was falling at this time. Black vest, black coat, field pants and black boots are all the ones Lin Sanjiu wears every day. It seemed that she didn't have time to react before she died. She didn't take any defensive action at all, so she fell straight to the ground.

He grabbed the old cloth and bent down to grab Lin Sanjiu's body. The woman's skin is cold and smooth, and a white vertebra on the fracture of her neck is exposed from a bloody blur. The corpse fell softly on its arm and was obediently dragged to the wall. Because the corpse had not yet begun to stiffen, it was not easy to stand firm for a time, and it always slipped askew.

When he was fighting with the corpse, he only heard a slight "Dang" sound behind him; Looking back, I found that the boy was looking at a collar in his hand on the table. The cloth on the head was lifted, and the face that looked almost different from Lin Sanjiu was soaked in the white light at this time, and the bandage on the neck was also pulled off - that collar should be the thing under the bandage.

"This is [Pygmalion collar]." The boy looked at the beautiful metal collar with great interest. It seemed that he was a little eager to wear it on his neck, but after thinking about it, he finally stopped. He put the collar away and looked at the head carefully again.

Before he found out that he was peeking, he quickly turned his head. However, as soon as it looked back, the boy suddenly made a noise.

"Hey, degenerate."

"Huh?" Zhuo emitted a stuffy syllable from his mask.

"Look at the body. It's really a human corpse, isn't it?" The boy seemed not afraid of death. He looked at Lin Sanjiu's pale face closely and asked softly, "let me see, it's really human touch and human structure..."

He pinched and broke his neck, and the flesh and blood of his trachea suddenly made a "gurgle" sound. Whether it's clothes, appearance, or the subtle "sense of existence", it is reminded that this body is the woman who bought milk cakes from it in the morning.

"It's people." It whispered back.

"It's just people." The boy smiled and gently put his head in a box on the table. His hands were dyed red; The blood flowed all the way to his elbow, and several crooked red lines were drawn on his white skin. "Unexpectedly, I was the first person to do this."

Obviously, in a little while, she died because of her milk cake poisoning - but it happened that she was stabbed by this boy - what kind of bullshit anti-theft mechanism, it's obvious that it's all deceptive according to his meaning. This life should have been mine, and this is my revenge——

Hatred and anger were brewing like a storm in his heart, and it stared at the boy from the corner of his eyes.

... there is another person on its revenge list today.