This smell of blood is even stronger than that of the female employee!

Even the nearby readers frowned and looked around suspiciously, as if they had smelled a strange smell.

'What does this smell like?' It's strange, is it because the hygiene in the bookstore is not done well? ’

'Where did it come from?' ’

Compared to their strange mood, Aono was nervous.

The gaze goes beyond the crowd and falls on a more special reader.

Obviously, this is a dead house that stays at home all year round.

Or the so-called "dead fat house".

The flesh on the neck and chin are stacked on top of each other, and the height and width are almost the same, and there is a greasy feeling visible to the naked eye.

And he originally had a not-so-pleasant smell on his body.

For example, the sour smell caused by not taking a bath sometimes, and the rotten smell of instant noodles, potato chips and other foods.

Fat House Happy Water left black patches on the crumpled clothes, giving off the characteristic smell of sugar water.

Just seeing him like this, the other guests couldn't help but move a little farther away.

However, this gloomy fat house was not ashamed of the evasion of others.

As the saying goes, as long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.

He was holding a copy of "Sea of Shadows" - a book from the previous two years, and he thought he had come to her to ask for an autograph.

In terms of this behavior and appearance, this reader, though somewhat strange, is still in the category of "normal".

After all, the vast majority of readers who like light are otaku.

Among the otaku, the fat house occupies a considerable proportion - after all, he stays at home every day, does not exercise at all, eats all kinds of junk food, and does not soar in weight!

Even if the size of this fat house is exaggerated, it is not yet beyond the scope of common sense.

On the surface, people don't show too many unusual emotions.

It's just that in Aono's opinion, it's not like that!

The smell of blood, which is thicker than that of female employees, can still smell the fat in the blood that envelops the body of this fat house.

- People who are overweight have a much higher blood lipid content than ordinary people, and the taste of blood will be different from ordinary people, the most extreme example is the legendary "milk blood".

Aono soon discovered that in addition to him and the female staff, there were three or four other people with a similar smell of blood who had walked into the Corner Strike Bookstore.

'Behind the second row of bookcases on the left'

'The seventh man in Ishihara's team'

‘’

Aono silently remembered the location and appearance of these people in his heart, and remained silent on the surface.

At this moment, the density of the crowd is really not low.

And Aono is a place where people's eyes converge, and any move will undoubtedly cause a lot of turmoil.

Things are in trouble.

Aono has this kind of cognition.

However, for Aono, he is almost used to this kind of "troublesome" life, not to mention a signing party, and he usually goes out for a walk, and there is a possibility of encountering abnormal events.

Aono silently sent a message on his phone.

"Hello, Mr. Qing!"

At the front of the line, there was a fairly young and lovely girl, who was looking at Aono with adoration on her face, her little face flushed.

INTERVIEWER In Japan, professions such as writers and screenwriters still have a high status, and they are usually called "sensei" (sensei) as a sign of respect.

There were obviously other reasons for this little girl's excitement.

'I didn't expect Mr. Qing to like your text from the beginning in reality, can you sign me!' ”

The girl pondered for a moment, then bowed deeply and said with a full breath.

"Please!"

The attitude is very formal.

"Absolutely."

Aono smiled gently, and the female reader's heart seemed to melt all at once.

After signing, the female fan asked cautiously.

"That Qing teacher, is it okay to take a group photo?"

Aono did not refuse her request.

It was this that led to later fans, who also learned from each other, and asked Aono for a group photo.

After receiving about a dozen readers, the fat house with the smell of blood in the team next to Yamauchi Cool Day has also come to the front of the team.

"Hello, Mr. Demon Day."

The fat house urn said hello angrily.

"Hello you, you, you!"

Ryo Yamauchi was receiving the first few fans, and he was already tired and sweaty, and he was a little incoherent.

She's a veteran dead house girl with deep social phobia, and if she hadn't wanted to see what kind of person Qing wrote that kind of writing this time, she wouldn't have come to this book signing!

In fact, it is very appropriate to use "regret, that is, very regretful" to describe Yamauchi's mood on a cool day.

The chubby fat house in front of him exudes a similar atmosphere.

But that doesn't make Ryoza Yamauchi feel at ease.

Just because the other party still has a strange smell?

It may not be polite to think about this in my heart, but Ryohi Yamauchi thinks about it, this guest probably hasn't taken a bath for a long time, right?

"Can you sign me?"

What is even more strange to the female college student writer is that his voice is also strange, like a viscous liquid stuck in his throat, causing his pronunciation to be indistinct.

"Okay, okay!"

Even if there is a vague uneasiness in my heart, but for his fans, Ryohi Yamauchi still values it very much.

Still nodded conscientiously, and took the book in the hand of the fat house seriously.

But at the time of handover, her eyes covered by thick lenses were stunned.

On the fingers of the fat house, there are unusually striking blood stains.

It's so striking that it's a little glaring!

It sticks to it like some kind of special dirt.

"Hello, may I ask what this is"

Ryohi Yamauchi wanted to remind this guest and whispered.

"Demon Sun Teacher, you saw it."

The fat house opened his mouth abruptly, interrupting Yamauchi's questioning.

The female college student raised her head and saw a strange smile on her fat face.

A soul-freezing chill crept up her back.

In the little eyes that were squeezed by the fat and almost invisible, there was only a sickly indifference.

"Now that you've seen it, why don't you come and see something more beautiful?"

"Tear it up—"

The sound of the fabric being torn rang out in an instant.

"Wow-"

The guests next to them suddenly burst into an uproar.

What does this guy want to do?

Is it a hooligan in public?

The reader's barren imagination cannot judge the real situation at this time.

The bloodstained lining was torn open, revealing a picture that Yamauchi could never forget in his life.

From the chest of the fat house to the abdomen, a whole piece of scarlet flesh has been dug out!

Pale ribs, undisguised in the air.

Not only that, but what is naked is also the symmetrical lungs and half of the heart that is still beating!

The large intestine and small intestines of the abdomen are all scrambling to "flow out", if it weren't for the restraint of the underwear before, they would have fallen out of the fat house body a long time ago.

It can also be seen that in the part of the skin and flesh that is peeled off.

The milky white fat mass, like an obese worm, is still gently wriggling.

Blood-red, miserable white, sickly yellow

All kinds of color blocks poured into the eyes of the cool sun in the mountains.

Intense nausea and vomiting welled up in my throat.

She wanted to scream, but her throat felt like something was choking, and she couldn't make any sound.

Ryori Yamauchi couldn't understand why he could still stand in front of him so normally, talking and acting

Doesn't such a picture only appear on the dissected dead?

"Close your eyes and don't think about it."

A voice as nice as a breeze sounded in the ears of the mountain cool, and it temporarily relieved her urge to vomit.

"Damn! The black fog is coming! ”

"Black Mist ??"

“”

After closing his eyes, Ryohi Yamauchi heard a commotion around him.

Exclamations, cursing, and the sound of knocking over bookshelves as you run away came and went.

The bookstore, which was originally well-organized, was in chaos in an instant.

But what Ryohi Yamauchi cares about the most is the picture she just saw, which is far beyond her common sense.

The breeze also has a good smell.

If she wasn't mistaken, it was the smell that belonged to Teacher Qing.

inexplicably put her at ease.

"Is it such a coincidence?"

She heard Aono muttering softly.

'Coincidental? What does it mean? ’

Ryohi Yamauchi guessed cautiously.

Aono stared at the fat house's open chest and abdomen, and was expressionless in the face of the sight that would make most people rational and uncomfortable at the sight.

The flesh and blood remains he saw on the altar of the X-cultists were several times more terrifying than this.

The only thing that is unusual is to say.

The fat house that shows this posture is still alive, and can still move and communicate like a normal person.

Now that I think about it, the employees and guests who have the same smell of blood on them.

Beneath the normal appearance, what is hidden, is also similarly bloody and terrifying.

"Did you see that?"

The fat house asked again, gently stroking the slightly white lung with his hand, and groping inward, touching the beating heart.

Then take it out.

The gaze is obsessed, as if looking at a fine work of art.

"How beautiful, how beautiful"

"Don't you want to be so beautiful?"

He asked softly.

"I don't want to."

The spine in Aono's hand swung away like a baseball bat.

I only heard a "bang", and the fat house's head exploded like a watermelon.

Red and white things, swaying all over the ground.

- Aono has always carried this unknown spine with him, even at such a book signing.

If it weren't for the gradual thickening of the black fog around them, such a scene would only intensify the riots again.

Aono has always been a straightforward character, but there is no need to waste so much time with this alienated fat house.

It's just that.

Even if the whole brain was blown out, the fat body of the fat house still stood in place.

The heart in his hand is still beating lively.

And the flesh and blood scattered around began to squirm.

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A blooming flower of flesh and blood.