The old man who walked out of the old street, squinted his wrinkled eyes, put his hands behind his back, walked to the pool of dark red blood, did not look down, hummed an unknown tune in his mouth, and walked straight towards the supermarket.

In the small restaurant, a young man wearing an apron, walked into the kitchen alone, the kitchen is not big, the things inside are very neatly packed, there is a white table on the right wall, next to the freezer is a table with a large and a small two cutting boards, the table is hollow, and below is a cabinet, which contains all kinds of kitchen utensils and tableware, everything is no different from the placement of ordinary people.

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Chapter 118 of "The Mulberry Falls in Front of the Door" The white paper bag is being hit by hand, please wait a while,

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