"Can we go get something to eat?"

No one spoke to anyone, and the voice came straight into Chapman's ears. ≥◇,.2←3wx. Chapman in the bathroom pinched the wound on his shoulder that had broken open again, held a needle and shuttled back and forth, and stitched it up in the mirror.

It was supposed to hurt, but Chapman only felt something tugging around his body, and it felt like he was under anesthesia.

"Can we go get something to eat?" the voice sounded again, and he seemed persistent, "I haven't eaten in more than ten years. I kind of miss the feeling of biting something. Like this. ”

Chapman reached his neck and grabbed a towel that wasn't very clean.

Chapman was furious, "No, to, move, me!body!"

Chapman in the mirror shook his head, but his mouth, which was missing a few teeth, clung to the towel and refused to let go, "Can we eat?......?"

Chapman gave up and looked at himself in the mirror with a gloomy face. No, Chapman didn't feel like a man, he was more like a rag bag, the skin of his whole body was pale from blood loss, the vertical and horizontal wounds were stitched with cotton threads, and of course the chaos just now broke a few more cracks. It's like soaked beef being cut open, and it opens abruptly.

Footsteps approached, the bathroom door opened, Walter held the full paper bag, glanced at Chapman's sturdy back, the cracked wound, and frowned, "Don't move!

Chapman, no, Wandall let go of the towel he was biting, walked out of the bathroom and lay down on the couch. Chapman hated the situation of turning his back on strangers, and he tried to resist, but now that his body was no longer under his control, he had no choice. He didn't feel like a human being at all.

Walter took out the household clutter in the upper layer of the paper bag, revealing the alcohol, cotton swabs, and gauze underneath...... Squat down next to the couch and begin to stitch it carefully.

"Walter, I want to eat. Vandall lay on Walter's couch, head tilted, bruised and sliced face squeezed by the cushions. There was an aggrieved expression, "I want to eat, have you bought something to eat?"

Walter pouted, "Do you want to die sooner? Walter frowned, talking to the filmmaker, what a troublesome thing, Walter was often confused about who was in front of him, "Chapman. Your stomach is out of use and you can't eat. ”

But Walter already had a knack for it, and it was Wendle who looked harmless and innocent, and Chapman who looked vicious and angry.

"When are you going to let me go!" Chapman was now, the wounds on his shoulders and arms were cracking open from the muscles he had strained up, but his body, which was not held down by anyone, could not get up. Wandel was still in control of his limbs.

"You want to go?" said a throbbing veil on Walter's forehead, which was tense from irritability, "Don't get me wrong. I wish you could get out of here! In fact, if you go out now, you can catch up with two policemen who are investigating outside!"

The wound on his back cracked a few more times. Someone is clearly fighting desperately for body control.

There was a knock on the door.

Walter quickly turned his head, and the hand holding the gauze instinctively pressed the mouth of Chapman, who was struggling, and whispered, "Wandel, hide!"

The body on the couch jumped up quickly, and the patched body was unusually agile. Swept the medical supplies on the table and hid in the bathroom.

"Patton Police Department. The knocker urged.

Walter looked around, leaving nothing suspicious except for the mess, walked to the door and opened it. He looked at the two people at the door with a puzzled expression.

The badge dangled in front of Walter, "Patton Police Department, Detective Cousson, this is Detective Reims." We have some questions that we would like to ask you. Mind if we come in?"

Walter looked at the middle-aged detective who was already looking in, his gaze over himself, and his gaze quickly swept around the room. Walter pursed his lips, revealing half of his missing front teeth, and frowned, "Mind." Walter walked out of the room impatiently and closed the door casually, "What do you want to ask, detective?"

The middle-aged man who claimed to be Detective Corson pursed his lips, as if complaining about the uncooperative people in this neighborhood, and he looked at Walter in front of him, "Where have I seen you? ”

The impatient expression on Walter's face grew heavier, "Because I just walked past you." ”

Curson snorted in embarrassment, and the young detective named Lance next to him also seemed impatient with his partner, and quickly lifted a photo and held it up in front of Walter, "We just wanted to ask, have you seen this person?"

"Nope. Walter looked at Chapman in a police uniform and shook his head, hoping it wasn't the one he burned out.

"He may look a little different. Detective Lance (James) added with a frown, "He probably has injuries on his body." ”

Walter pouted, it wasn't possible, if it weren't for the fact that the police uniform was completely torn and soaked in blood, he didn't want to burn it and waste it. You know, as a professional liar, a police uniform can expand a lot of business for him......

"I said, I haven't seen this guy. Walter's voice was full of impatience.

The two detectives looked at each other and sighed, the residents of this area were really not very friendly. They can't blame them, though. The city of Barton had a good outlook when it was developed, but it turned out to be full of half-finished and unfinished homes, and it was not uncommon for people to be hostile to all governments.

The young Lance detective took out a business card with some frustration, "If you find anything, please contact us." The Patton Police Department will be grateful. He was about to say that he was numb.

Walter took it, glanced at it, stuffed it into his ass pocket, and still looked at the two of them impatiently, "Are you okay? With that, he turned around and opened the door, locking the two detectives out.

Curson was silent for a moment, shook his head, and walked out of the front porch of the man's house with James who didn't even bother to reveal his name, "We can't find anything here. Cousson was grumbling, "What's going on in this area! Even the homeless people don't cooperate!"

The homeless people in the North District are willing to say anything as long as they give ten yuan, although there are many homeless people living in those unfinished houses, but as long as the two of them are close, they are far away!

James frowned, Chapman's car was parked at the junction of north and south, and there was a trail of blood that extended some way south before disappearing. He knows a little bit about this area, and he still comes from Riwench. When Rivenge told James about the stronghold they had found here, he said, "This is a place where the city is not the city, and the country is not the country." Coupled with the problems of the city of Barton itself, this place is completely abandoned, not even the southeast of the North End, and it is absolutely safe here. ”

"We should have reached out to someone from the Southern District Bureau, who knows more about this place. James made a very reasonable suggestion.

Curson vetoed it directly, "What do we say? There's a police officer missing in the North End?" Cousson shook his head, knowing that it would be fruitless, and walked to the next house that seemed to be inhabited.

"Hey!" a female voice abruptly said, "I see you!"

The two detectives turned their heads, and it was a woman, who looked middle-aged, but her messy hair and tattered and dirty shirt indicated that she was homeless.

"I see you talking to that guy!" the woman cowered behind the wall, one pointing to the house they had just visited, Walter, and the other hand clutching the wall, knuckles white from the exertion.

"What's wrong with that guy?" said Corson, with a chin raised, as he walked over to the woman. It's rare to have a wandering woman who hasn't run away, and he's not going to let it go like that. Such people usually know a lot of stuff and are the cheapest informants for the police.

When the woman saw the other party approaching, she trembled with fear, but she didn't hide. Curson stood at a safe distance very intimately, and his tone slowed down a lot, "What's wrong with him?" You can sue us, we are the police. Corson shook his badge and went straight to the money.

Looking at a bill of more than ten years, the woman's face actually showed a look of disgust. In her mind, a hundred is enough! We all know who set this standard.

But she still took the banknote, and then the expression on her face was stern, but her dirty face and bloodshot eyes made her unable to be taken seriously, to the point of feeling a little nervous.

"He's the devil!" the woman lowered her voice, perhaps she thought it was so convincing, "He can summon the necromancy!

Corson was a little heartbroken about his bills.

"How do you know?" asked James, frowning, glancing at his partner.

"I can hear it!" the woman saw that someone was willing to pay attention, and moved closer to the two of them, "Every midnight! I can hear him talking to them!

James glanced at Coleson, took out his wallet, took out a fifty-odd one, and handed it to the woman. James is the son of a general, and don't forget, "Did you hear anything last night?"

Fifty, the woman took it with satisfaction, "Not last night." It was quiet last night, but the rest of the time he's talking to the necromancy! Trust me!"

James was disappointed, they hadn't seen the nervous homeless guys, and the usual trick of these guys was exaggeration. Usually 'once' in their mouth becomes 'everyday' and 'occasionally' becomes 'often'. So James thought that the other party had heard something last night, and exaggerated it to hear it every day.

But the one in front of her seems to be the opposite, or she is not exaggerated to the right position. James didn't bother to say anything more, and waved his hand, "Thank you." ”

"Be careful!" the woman added, looking at the two of them, one last time before turning to leave, "Don't go near there!

Watching the two detectives walk towards another house, Walter, who was standing in front of the window, breathed a sigh of relief. This woman is so troublesome!(To be continued......