Allan?

Haven't you noticed it yet?

Opening the door, Alan looked at the village chief's anxious appearance and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Balk is missing!"

The village chief pointed outside.

Isn't that the name Jerry's mom mentioned the other day?

Allen's gaze turned to the outside of the house.

Although it was still early in the morning, almost all the villagers had walked out of their homes because of the commotion.

Following the village chief, Alan came to Balk's house.

Before he could get closer, a woman's cry reached Alan's ears.

The villagers who had arrived from far and wide had almost blocked the hut, and the village chief had cleared the way in front of him, and Alan was able to enter the house.

A middle-aged woman was wiping tears from her eyes, and several women gathered around, constantly comforting.

"Will Balk run away for the night?"

"yes, maybe he'll be back by the time he's hungry. ”

"No way, Balk has always been naughty, but he never goes home at night, and I've told him so much lately. ”

At the mention of Balk's name, the woman began to cry even more bitterly.

"Didn't John go looking for him? don't worry, maybe he's just lost......"

Seeing that the scene was becoming more and more chaotic, the village chief hurriedly walked in front of the woman.

"Anna, don't worry, I've brought in the magician, take out Balk's portrait!"

When a woman standing aside heard this, she took a small oil painting from a nearby wooden table and handed it to Alan.

Looking at the boy in the portrait, although the drawing was a little blurry, Alan still recognized him.

This Balk is the child king who bullied little Jerry in the woods yesterday.

"Is it really okay to let the murderer come to Balk?"

"If the village chief says it, it should be fine......

"Could this have something to do with the old mouse?"

"That guy is sneaky all day long, and he spends all day with rats, maybe he attracted those monsters outside. ”

Several women looked at Allen, who was wearing a black cloak and couldn't see his face clearly, and whispered.

Alan didn't care about the gossip, he put the portrait aside and asked, "When and where was the last time you saw him yesterday?"

"Yes...... It was at dusk that Balk and his friends went out to hang out and never saw him again. ”

As Balk's mother spoke, she suddenly patted her head, "By the way, Balk's friend!"

The village chief also reacted for a while, he hurriedly ran out, and shouted loudly, "Jack, where is Dylan?"

Looking at this scene, Alan was a little speechless, these villagers often have never gone to school, and they don't even have the most basic logical thinking.

Within half a minute, the village chief walked in with two older boys.

Alan looked at the faces of the two men, who were also in that grove yesterday.

"You...... You are ......"

The two kids clearly recognized Alan as the weirdo from yesterday.

"This is the magician, tell me what time and place was the last time you saw Balk?"

"We played with Balk until the evening, and when we parted, we were still in the center of the village, and we don't know where he went. ”

"yes, we had just watched the old rat's show, and Balk said he was going to steal Andy someday!"

Alan touched his chin, pushed away the crowd of onlookers, and walked outside the door, where the village chief hurriedly followed behind him, genuinely afraid.

Now that there is such a thing in the village, it may be involved with monsters, and the only reliance of the entire village is the magician in front of him.

"Master Magician, these villagers have never seen the world, and they are so ignorant, please have a lot of ......."

"Alright, I've got a rough idea, I'll investigate if there are any traces of magic near the village, and I'll tell you the results by the afternoon. ”

Waving his hand, Alan walked away briskly as he opened his heart.

Frant told him that the eye of the heart can observe magic, and naturally he can also see the traces left by monsters.

Although he is extremely disgusted with this kind of miscellaneous who likes to bully the weak, after all, it is a life, and he will not die without help.

The villagers who surrounded Balk's house three times inside and three times outside began to whisper as they looked at the black back that was walking away quickly.

"Maybe this murderer did what happened to Balk. ”

"I think it's very likely that the old mouse, he doesn't look like a good person, and only these two people can do such a thing as kidnapping children. ”

"The village chief said that this murderer is here to help eliminate the monsters, if he really has malicious intentions towards Balk, we can't do anything to kill people in public, so it must be the dead mouse!"

"At the beginning, we saw him pitiful, so we let him live here temporarily, but I didn't expect him to do such a thing, it's just a scumbag!"

"No, even the scum is a compliment to him, all day long he only knows rats, I'm afraid he has become a rat himself!"

The more the villagers thought about it, the more excited they became, and the more they thought about it, the more angry they became.

In their eyes, old Jerry, who has lost his normal social skills and deals with rats all day long, may have lost his qualifications to be a human being.

The excited villagers came to the old Jerry's house en masse.

"Hey, open the door, you dead rat!"

Several men banged on the door viciously, and the old wooden door kept shaking, as if it might fall down at any moment.

"How...... How to ......"

As soon as Jerry Sr. opened the door, he felt his gaze sweep over him.

Extremely sensitive, he suddenly felt the anger, disgust, and hatred contained in these sights.

"Balk is missing, and your suspicion is very high!"

"Tell me! What did you do to Balk!"

A man saw that old Jerry was submissive and couldn't even speak, so he quickly grabbed old Jerry by the collar and lifted him up.

"I ...... I didn't ...... anything I didn't do it!"

Old Jerry didn't dare to look at the sturdy man who was clutching him, his face flushed, and every word he said seemed to kill him.

He had never felt such a strong pressure, and suddenly felt his pants wet, and a stench suddenly came out of his pants.

When the sturdy man saw old Jerry's appearance, his face changed, and he threw him to the side of the wall, his face full of disdain, "It's disgusting!"

The villagers did not intend to let old Jerry go so easily, they rushed into the hut and rummaged through all the corners, but they found nothing but the rats in the house.

Old Jerry leaned against the wall, his head bowed, and his somewhat cloudy eyes were full of tears.

His thin and frail body trembled incessantly, and when he heard the wailing of rats being thrown aside from time to time in the house, old Jerry lay on the ground, his hands on his head, and kept sobbing.

"It's a good room, you've only lived in it for a few days, and it's all turned into a rat's nest!"

"Get out of here tomorrow! Disgusting rats are not welcome in our village of Gul!"

No evidence was found, but the villagers, who had made a fuss, walked out of Old Jerry's house one after another, still shouting and swearing.

Old Jerry was still lying on the ground, clutching his head, his curled body trembling.

After a while, old Jerry slowly got up, with red eyes, holding an empty iron bucket, dragging his body almost apart, and walked to the small river not far from the village, wanting to fetch some river water and bring it back to his mouse friends to drink.

Some of the villagers who stayed nearby, feeling that it was not enough to relieve their anger, saw the figure of old Jerry disappear from view, they looked at each other, and walked into old Jerry's house together, with a cruel smile on the corner of their mouths.

"Hehe, this kind of hoodoo, more dead is also doing good deeds......"

Myself...... You can't be considered human anymore, can you......

Standing beside the crystal clear river, looking at his own reflection on the water, Jerry Sr. thought.

Since I was a child, I was looked down on because I had no parents and needed to rely on everyone to help, and I didn't have any friends when I grew up, but I was bullied because I played with mice all day long.

For Jerry Sr., the rat is not only his friend, but also his family, his safe haven, and the source of his life.

But...... The man, and little Jerry, and the kids who were watching the show......

Thinking of those figures in his memory, old Jerry's originally cold heart warmed up again.

He had never felt needed, but in these people, he experienced the feeling of being needed for the first time.

It's okay, no matter how wronged you are, you can always get through it......

It's even more embarrassing than this, it's more painful torture, and I've experienced it myself, so what's this little thing?

The main thing is Balk......

That kid didn't know what was going on, how could he be so careless, and he had to ask some friends to look for him later......

Don't let anything happen......

Filling the bucket with water, old Jerry adjusted his mood and walked cautiously towards his cabin.

Along the way, Jerry Sr. encountered many villagers, and although their eyes were still the same as their disgust in the past, Jerry Sr. felt a little different.

It doesn't matter, as long as you have the company and support of your friends, it's enough.

The thought of seeing his friends again soon, Jerry Sr. couldn't help but move a little faster.

Walking into the house with one foot, in front of his friends, old Jerry no longer stammered, and became a little more angry.

"Friends, I'm back, are you thirsty? I deliberately fetched the river, you ......."

"Bang dang!"

The bucket fell to the ground with a crisp thud, and the splash of water soaked old Jerry's shirt, but he felt nothing, and stood by the threshold in a daze.

Inside the dilapidated wooden house, as far as the eye could see, it was already stained with scarlet blood.

On the filthy ground, the stumps and bodies of countless rats were lying out, most of them still bleeding out.

The morning sun shone on Jerry's back, and his shadow separated the hellish scene inside the house from the brightness of the outside world.

The body suddenly lost support, and Jerry Sr. fell to his knees, his arms hanging limply.

Outside the door, it was already full of villagers who came to watch the play.

They looked at the thin back of old Jerry, and their eyes were full of joy instead of sympathy.

Finally, old Jerry, who realized what had happened, burst into tears.

The villagers covered their ears as they listened to the terrible, deafening cry.

"Hey, dead rat, stop talking!"

A man couldn't stand it anymore and rushed in and kicked Jerry Sr. in the back.

Jerry Sr. fell to the ground, knocking out a few yellowed teeth.

Even though his face was covered with mud and blood, old Jerry's crying did not stop at all, but became even more miserable.

"Smack!"

The man grabbed Jerry Sr. from the ground and slapped Jerry Sr. in the face, and the crying continued.

"I said, that's enough!"

"Smack!"

"Enough!"

"Smack!"

"Look for death!"

"Smack!"

The man shook his aching and numb hand, gasping for air.

Old Jerry's face was already red and swollen, and there were a few blood-stained teeth around him, but the crying continued!

Suddenly, the crying stopped!

A rat with its claws cut off was slowly crawling in the direction of old Jerry.

The mouse's body was covered in blood, but it was still possible to see the bright red clothes he was wearing, and it looked particularly strange against the backdrop of the two.

Old Jerry looked at the mouse, his eyes blurred with blood and tears.

"Chop!"

I don't know where the strength came from, old Jerry actually broke free from the man's hand, and the sharp pain in his arm made the man can't help but scold.

Old Jerry crawled to the mouse, which was still struggling, and fell to his knees.

"Andy ......"

Because of the hoarse crying, the old Jerry's voice was almost inaudible.

Carefully placing Andy in the palm of his hand, old Jerry's tears kept pouring out of his eyes.

Finally, he, who had been living under white eyes and disgust, collapsed.

"They're all my friends......"

"How can you ...... like this?"

Suddenly, old Jerry felt like everything was slowing down.

In front of his eyes, a piece of parchment suddenly appeared.

Even though he had never learned to read and write, he could clearly understand the words written on it at the moment.

"All-knowing and all-powerful God of Desire, I ask for a trace of your divine power, and I am willing to give everything you want, only let me satisfy the desires of my heart. ”

At this moment, he no longer stammered, and the words he spoke were a little leaky because he had no teeth.

But at this moment, the whole sky seemed to be darkened.

The villagers felt a little uneasy in their hearts when they heard Old Jerry's indistinct murmur, and some of their legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

The man who was originally annoyed and angry because he was broken free by old Jerry saw this strange scene, and cold sweat kept flowing on his forehead.

"Hey, dead rat, what are you doing......"

He was about to approach and teach the beast a good lesson, when suddenly his steps stopped.

Old Jerry's eyes looked directly at the parchment in front of him, his hand suddenly closed suddenly, and Andy, who was still struggling to breathe, was slapped into blood.

Old Jerry lowered his head and looked at the blurred mass of flesh and blood in his hand, as if the tears that were still flowing before seemed to be frozen.

"Hey, hey!"

The man's pupils couldn't stop dilating, and his heart began to pound.

Raising his hand to his mouth, Jerry Sr. stuck out his tongue and licked the flesh.

Suddenly, a gleam appeared in his cloudy eyes.

Old Jerry didn't pause any longer, and began to gulp down the lump of flesh.

Listening to the creepy chewing and swallowing sounds, the villagers present couldn't help but be a little sluggish.

A few seconds later, the mass of flesh was all in old Jerry's throat.

As if still a little dissatisfied, Jerry Sr. licked his lips and licked his palms.

Tilting his head, he seemed to think of something.

He began to grasp his palms and nibble on them.

"Liar...... Lie......"

The man on the side looked at this bloody scene and couldn't help but want to vomit.

Obviously he has no teeth, but old Jerry is not slow to eat at all.

Finally, when most of the middle of his palm was gone, he smiled contentedly.

In an instant, old Jerry's body suddenly became huge.

The man slumped to the ground, looking at the scene in front of him, his eyes hollow, and his mouth kept muttering.

"Weird...... Monster ......"

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