The attitude of the severed finger is very clear, and he has made this deal. And judging by his appearance, if we don't make this choice, or make the opposite choice, then we will most likely have the same consequences as the mysterious man who is already dead on the side.

I saw that the fat man stood for a long time without answering, so I had to open his mouth for him: "Oh, I said big brother, since it is a deal, we must know the specific content we will get and the content I will give you." ”

This is said very modestly, just like a slave reporting to his master, it is also forced by the situation, and I have to be a dog slave once, and I can't fight with someone who looks like that.

Severed Finger replied decisively, almost as soon as my words fell, he replied to me: "What I have given you is a piece of information that you have been seeking, which only I know now. ”

"What information, can you be a little more specific?" Knowing that it's very likely to have a severed finger doesn't tell me too clearly, but knowing a little bit about it, I think I can still relate to something.

Then, Severed Finger thought for a moment, but it didn't look like he was recalling anything, he was organizing the language. Soon he said coldly: "About the meaning of your existence. ”

"Do you mean me, or them?" I pointed to the fat man on the side, the scope of the severed finger was too large, so I still had to let him make it clear.

"You guys."

Severed Finger only said two words, and I said in my heart can you be a little more frugal? But I forcibly choked this sentence back into my stomach, after all, I don't want to be stabbed in the heart.

"That'...... So what do you want us to do. I asked.

"I want you to be my last hole card."

As soon as he finished speaking, I was stunned, and I didn't ask him what he meant. It was only after a while that I could roughly understand what he meant through his context.

"You're going to take me hostage, why, I don't have any value." Saying that, I thought of my brother again, the person who pretended to be Jiang Huai seemed to have stunned me and asked me to be a hostage to threaten my brother, this person can basically be sure that he is in the same group as the person who pretended to be Jiang Huai, could it be that he really kidnapped me as a meat ticket? Brother, brother, you're going to kill me.

While cursing in my heart, I asked at the severed finger in front of me, "You don't want to arrest me to threaten Lu Chuan to show up, right?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he shook his head without expecting the severed finger: "No, I won't arrest you, I just need you at a critical time as a bargaining chip for me to turn the situation around." ”

Fuck, this idiot is using me like a tool. Use me to turn things around? Now I can't even turn my situation around, and I'm going to help you?

Thinking so in my heart, I said: "Big brother, you have found the wrong person, I don't even dare to kill chickens, what can I help you turn the situation around." ”

"You don't have to worry about it, you don't need to do anything, you just have to do what I say when the time comes." The severed finger still maintained the previous movement and stood at the entrance of the passage.

The fat man, who had been quiet for a long time, whispered on my side at this time: "Don't care what he says, you agree first, let's get out first." ”

I felt bitter in my heart, and secretly visited the eighteenth generation of the fat man's ancestors. Your uncle's good for you to get out first, why did you go earlier.

I put on a bitter face, didn't turn my head, and moved my lips slightly: "Fuck your uncle, people want to fuck you, are you still waiting to fuck?" ”

The fat man took a sip: "I said that your mouth can not be so slippery, and I don't look at what time it is." ”

"When the fuck did you slip by, tell you to go, you don't go, now people want to kidnap me as a meat ticket, what the hell are you going to do."

At this time, the severed finger coughed twice at the entrance of the passage, apparently on purpose. I reacted and looked in his direction.

"Five minutes, give me an answer in five minutes."

Severed Finger was obviously a little impatient, and I glared at the fat man, but I didn't expect this guy to glare at me too. As a last resort, I let out a long sigh and turned to the severed finger.

"It won't take five minutes, yes, I choose to cooperate."

As soon as I finished speaking, he only said a good word, and then I saw that he was about to turn away, and I hurriedly asked, "Wait, am I in danger of my life?" ”

Severed Finger had already turned around, turned his back to me, and said coldly, "If things go well, nothing will happen to you." If you fail, according to the other party's style, you will die without a place to bury. ”

I was on the fence when he jumped up on the pillar beam, and I hurried after him, and the guy asked me to be a bargaining chip while running away himself.

When I got to the entrance of the passage, I shouted, "Where are you going, no, don't you want me to be your bargaining chip?" ”

Severed Finger had already climbed the two-story pillar beam, and he stood on it, his voice echoing several times through the walls, producing a slight echo.

"The time hasn't come yet, and I'll come to you when it's time." After saying that, he disappeared into the blind spot of the flashlight.

At this time, I was very confused, and I didn't know why. I stared blankly at the fat man, and he looked at me, but in the end he didn't say anything.

The fat man also came from behind me and stood at the entrance of the passage: "Let's go, what else to see." ”

As soon as I turned my head, I tried to go inside the passage, but the fat man was still standing still.

"What are you doing, let's go." I yelled at him.

The fat man pointed to the top of the pillar beam outside the passage, and I wondered in my heart, and he pointed and said, "Where are we going, let's go up." ”

"Are you crazy, that man just went up, are you going to die?"

The fat man looked up and lowered his voice: "That grandson doesn't know what to do when he goes up, let's go up and have a look." ”

The fat guy must have thought about it a long time ago, and now it's all left to execute. Don't persuade people lightly, I definitely still can't say it's fatty, but if I go up and meet that person again, then I should prepare that kind of expression.

The fat man ripped off the clothes of the mysterious man who had been cold, and on the back of its neck, on the second joint of the backbone, there was a wolf's tooth-like tattoo, this tattoo was extremely fine, compared with Lei Bing, Lei Bing's one was simply a little kid scribbling.

Just looking at it for a while, I noticed that the tattoo was slightly strange. It doesn't look like it's tattooed, it's like it's on it. I immediately beckoned the fat man who was searching to come and see.

He directly got into his hand, and after touching it, his face turned iron: "There is something under the skin." ”

"Something." I asked nervously.

"You'll have to pick it out to find out."

I looked at the fat man with a look of disgust: "You are blaspheming the corpse, you are not disgusting." ”

"Blaspheming a bird, he wasn't killed by me, they don't care for their own people, so why am I so polite."

After the fat man finished speaking, he pulled out the short knife inserted in the mysterious man's chest. The fat man never expected that the knife came out, and a stream of blood splattered out, but fortunately he dodged in time, but there were also some blood stains on his body.

"Damn, I'm still so angry when I'm dead." The fat man scolded, and rubbed the short knife on the mysterious man's clothes, the blood was rubbed off, and the short knife immediately revealed a little cold light.

This is the first time I've seen a knife glow on its own, but the real situation may be caused by the cold light reflection of the flashlight. But the complete knife edge is real, this short knife has been cut several times with the fat man's fishing knife, the fat man's fishing knife has become a comb at this time, and this short knife is still intact, at most there are only a few scratches on the knife wall, and it will be gone after wiping.

The blade was so sharp that it just cut through the mysterious man's skin, and there was a millimeter-deep wound there.

I didn't touch the tattoo with my hands, so I didn't know what it was. But looking at the fat man's appearance, I probably knew that he probably thought something was implanted under the skin.

The cut is just above the tattoo, and I can easily understand the fat man's thoughts, he wants to make a cut on one side of the tattoo, and then the whole piece of skin that is tattooed will be uncovered, and then the contents will be easily pinched out.

This is the practice of most cortical surgery, and the fat man is extremely skillful, and I don't know where he learned it.

When I asked him, he said that when they were sniping drug dealers in the primeval forests of southern Xinjiang, they would hide in the grass for hours on end.

The head of the insect is like scissors, which can easily cut through the human skin tissue, and once it gets in, it will drill everywhere under the skin, and the victim will be worse than dead.

So they had to dig up the bugs in this way, but before catching them, they would pinch the bugs under the cortex. He also wanted to say, I hurriedly asked him to stop, the scene at this time was disgusting enough, I was really afraid that I couldn't help but vomit.

The fat man cut a few times along the cut, and found that the blade could not enter at all. The fact is that after death, special tools are needed to extract the cortex, otherwise it would not have been necessary to skin a living person in ancient times.

This method didn't work, and the hole was also cut a little deep by the fat man, so he had to go around the tattoo and cut off the whole skin ring directly.

The skin was torn apart, making a mixed sound of fibers and grease breaking at the same time, but it was so small that it would have been hard to hear if I hadn't been close.

The cortex was torn off, and there were still black marks on the tattoo of the wolf's teeth, but the fat under the skin was also black, which was not surprising, but the black fat lost its skin and directly flowed out black pus and blood.

"Damn, my mother's tattoos are all rotten."

I covered my nose and cursed, not knowing if it was my imagination or if the black pus really smelled. Anyway, the nose I was holding almost all seemed to smell it.

The fat man rarely picked up the short knife, and did not use it to pluck the pus. He directly picked up the fishing knife on one side and fiddled with the wound with rotten sores.