The blood gas came up again, and the rest reached out and held the soft corpse, and then slowly leaned him against the wall. Just now, the man who turned the corner to check the movement came back swearing when he had just disposed of the corpse, and the rest turned his back to him. In the dark, the root didn’t see that the waiting person had changed. He swayed to the left and approached his mouth, muttering that he couldn’t find anything. Alas, we were too suspicious.
The man who left the long knife was groaning as he continued to approach. He twitched a nose and asked strangely what it smelled like blood. The voice just fell…