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Chapter 3: Sisterhood and Childhood Infatuation [Act 7] Blood Evidence (19)

Everyone raised their eyebrows and scolded endlessly, especially the "hook nose" who worked hard and did not hesitate to be rude. At this moment, how many harsh words were overwhelming, filling the room, shaking the single dormitory and almost exploding.

Unable to speak, Kikuchi staggered to his feet and had to make desperate gestures to make everyone understand. It's a pity that everyone is full of money, and more emergencies are coming one after another, and it doesn't help if he is full of mouths.

- I didn't even have those photos in my possession!

- I didn't hurt my classmates at all!

-- I didn't even care about exposing my alumni to the police of the country!

But why don't you believe me!?

Mikio Kikuchi silently looked around. (hua.) He wanted to shout, but his mouth was full of lotus; He wanted to break out of the siege, but the door was blocked. So he can only be pointed at and poked by as many people, can only be scolded by as many people as he wants, and can only be pushed and shoved by as many people...... He couldn't help but think of the only daughter who had been rushed to the hospital and was said to be a pro-Japanese faction.

Perhaps, in the face of such a situation at that time, she was also in such a dilemma.

What's the use of thinking about it now? It's too late.

Thinking of this, Mikio Kikuchi smiled and inadvertently picked up a photo that was lifted by the wind.

The black and white lines of different thicknesses clearly show the dozens of human heads that have been cut off, as well as a shocking Beijing temple that has been built. But all the heads glared angrily, and there was no fear.

Mikio Kikuchi felt that his palm was hot, and he hurriedly dropped the photo. Who would have thought that the terrible Jingguan would linger in his eyes for a long time and become bigger and bigger, as if out of the photograph and pressed towards him. Frightened, he hurriedly opened his feet, intending to avoid it.

- Don't come, don't come! I didn't kill you!

Seeing Kikuchi's unusual behavior, the crowd couldn't help but exclaim a few times and then gathered forward, intending to find out. At this time, many photos were raised by the chaotic footsteps, like snowflakes in mid-air, in front of and beside Mikio Kikuchi, and the tragic scenes of the civilians who were photographed when they were dying flashed in his eyes one by one, and it was impossible to avoid it.

- Mom is optimistic about my red wedding dress, don't let me die too soon.

For some reason, how many ragged people staggered up from the endless pool of blood at this time, stared at blood-red eyes, laughed and clapped their hands at Kikuchi Mikio, and sang in unison the terrifying song sung by the Chinese female student whose name was still unknown.

Mikio Kikuchi was startled, and then he stretched out his hand forward and danced wildly in an attempt to stop him.

- Don't let me die too early, don't let me die too early!

"Don't come—" Finally, he squeezed the roar out of his throat and fell to the ground on his back.

- Since you are so afraid of death, and you want to die so much......

-- Why don't you die right away?

I don't know whose faint sneer resounded in Kikuchi Mikio's mind, glowing with a strong sense of revenge.

"Die, all of you! Die to all! It's not my fault, it's not my fault! In front of everyone's eyes, Kikuchi scrambled to his feet, throwing all the photos he could at the crowd, and singing in German, "The wedding dress is red, the poison is white, and I hope the woman you touch will bleed without stopping." One night ** is not my fault, one night ** is not my fault......"

Singing and singing, Mikio Kikuchi smiled inexplicably, half-crouched, and some yellowish liquid sprayed out from between his crotch again--he was incontinent in public again.

"What the hell is going on out there?" When the smell of urine wafted into the closet, Pingjun covered his mouth and nose, secretly puzzled. There was a sudden burst of exclamations, and some of them shouted in a panicked tone: "How did this Japanese become like this?" Fast! Get him to the infirmary! Disastrous! Disastrous! ”

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