However, it's not so easy to focus. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this time, it was not the thinking of what to do now, but Roy's face, which occupied most of Nick's mind.

When facing the Zerg, she specially called him over.

And his words can really make the Zerg still.

Why?

Does she know something?

What was it that she didn't finish that day?

Nick had never been more eager to see Roy than he was now.

The voices of pedestrians outside the house came in, slamming Nick awake.

Fortunately, people outside the house just pass by here. Listening to the loud voice of the high-pitched talk, from far to near and then from near to far, the heart in Nick's chest also jumped to the point where it was about to explode, and then slowly subsided.

Roy wouldn't be able to see him for a while. The most important thing is the present.

Nick cautiously ran to the top of the stairs and looked around, and it seemed that there was no one upstairs either. Also, if there were people upstairs, even if they used a silencer, they would probably be aware of it. Not to mention that the gunman was talking so loudly just now, and he didn't worry about anyone in the house hearing him.

However, he remembered that the little boy and the woman were here. Why was the room so empty as if they had never been on this planet?

While his mind was in a mess, Nick grabbed the deceased's shoulders and dragged him towards the kitchen of the room.

The kitchen is the closest to here, and there's a freezer or something to hide the body. Of course, the first time he thought of the freezer may also be related to his habit of hiding "reserve grain".

But he couldn't drag.

Nick tried and tried, and the corpse didn't move as if it was glued to the ground. This is the corpse of a man, and the reason is that the tall man is relatively heavy, but more importantly, Nick himself can feel the weakness of his arms.

Suddenly, he grabbed it and fell to the ground, causing him to scream in pain.

This will not work. There has to be something else.

But what could he do? He killed a man, really killed a man!

And most likely...... It's not just this one.

He wished he hadn't. But he didn't know...... I really don't know......

Nick sat there, his blood-soaked hands clutching his head tremblingly, gasping for breath.

"Knock knock."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Nick was taken aback. What to do! Someone's coming!

The thought of his mother's incredulous and heartbroken eyes when she found out that her son was a murderer made Nick go crazy!

Escape? In addition to the main door, there is indeed another window in the hall. But Nick poked his head out and immediately retracted again. There are pedestrians outside! The words of those pedestrians leaked into Nick's ears, and they actually came back from the crime site where he hid the grain reserves!

How could he jump in front of them covered in blood at this time!

But the doors of the upstairs rooms were locked, and he couldn't even get in! Can't get in!

The pestle is in the hallway, isn't that waiting to be caught!

And the body is still downstairs.

Nick stands in the middle of the hallway in despair, like a rat driven into a dead end.

But after waiting for a while, the expected chaos did not appear. The people outside the door seemed to be very patient, waited for a while, and knocked on the door again, still three knocks, no more, no less, and the interval was very even.

Nick swallowed and cautiously walked down the stairs.

The body is still there, and so is the door panel with the hole.

Nick took off his blood-stained shirt and rubbed his hands and face with his clothes, trying to wipe the blood as much as possible. If it really doesn't work, it's better to disguise it as the one who found the corpse.

But what should he say? Why is he here?

The community has just found the frozen dead, and now here is another body. How could they not be in touch with each other!

Then he's completely exposed!

Nick clawed off his clothes and grabbed at the corpse with his bare hands, trying to drag it away again.

But the moment he grabbed the corpse, he let go of his hand as if he had been electrocuted. He's not stupid! Isn't this leaving fingerprints for others to check!

But he has already left fingerprints, not only fingerprints, but also ...... Saliva and tooth marks.

No way. This corpse must not be left here. He must be made disappear as soon as possible.

How could it be gone!

Nick stared at the dead man with the corners of his eyes cracked.

…… Actually, there's a way, isn't it?

He's done it before, hasn't he?

"No!"

Nick growled, shaking his head desperately, eager to shake his brain out of his skull.

How could he do that!

He's human, he's human! How can humans ......

"Knock knock."

Three more regular knocks on the door.

In fact, normal people should have discovered the problem a long time ago. There are bullet holes in the door.

But Nick couldn't have thought that even if the door was opened, the other party wouldn't be surprised by his behavior because the person outside the door had ignored the bullet hole, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

To dispose of a corpse, you have to be fast.

Nick crouched to his feet and held out his hand tremblingly towards the corpse lying on the ground.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the corpse, his hand fell.

Nick curled up there, crying helplessly.

"No...... I can't ......."

He didn't want his mother's child to become a foodieThe change of people||State.

There was also a voice in his heart that was tempting him, saying that anyway, his mother didn't know it now, as long as he disposed of the body and hid it from her forever. As long as his mother didn't know, he would never lose his mother.

"No...... I know...... I know I'm not like that...... I know, I don't deserve ......"

Nick groaned.

In that case, it might as well end here.

The door opened.

The intense light of the setting sun swept through the door towards Nick.

Nick lifted his tear-stained face and waited.

However, there was almost no one at the door. It's called almost, because the only figure is so petite that it's not even half an adult.

Nick blinked. He couldn't see it clearly in the reflection, but he could still be sure that the one at the door was the little boy he had followed today.

The little boy walked in and closed the door gently. The torn lock hung on the edge of the door panel like an eyeball that had been gouged out of its socket and hung in front of its face.

And then...... Almost nothing then anymore.

The little boy stood there without speaking, and Nick stared at the little boy, his eyes straight.

"Wait...... Who are you? Nick asked. Because he had cried, his voice was a little hoarse.

The little boy did not answer him, but stared at the corpse. It's as if at the slightest command, you can immediately pounce on it and turn this corpse into a skeleton. (To be continued.) )