After running a few steps, the fat man noticed the problem. A light shone behind him.

Looking back at the one-eyed flashlight in my hand, knowing that I had just let him touch the dark and not give him the flashlight, the fat man's mouth began to complain again. I knew that it would be just as hard to shut up the fat man as it was to kill him, so I simply turned a deaf ear and just used the glare of a flashlight to stop his occasional turn back to his face.

But it didn't take long for the fat man to stop looking back and complaining. It's not that the bright light of my flashlight makes him can't turn his head, for his chatter, whether he turns his head or not doesn't affect his whining. It was the narrower and narrower road surface that forced him to focus on the ground. And then there was the growing roar of water, which had completely drowned out his chattering complaints.

The ground, with the stone wall separating the underground river, was narrow enough to encompass the aperture of the one-eyed flashlight. Of course, on the premise of setting the cyclops flashlight to the maximum aperture. Although the number of stalagmite pillars on the ground did not increase significantly, the room for the fat man to turn around was much smaller, and he had to concentrate in order to find a suitable path for himself in the small space.

I knew this part of the road better than the fat man, and of course I knew that we had reached the end of the underground river, and to our left was the flat overflow dam. I didn't propose to jump on a flood dam, although on a flat flood dam would increase the speed of us, especially the fat ones. But the danger on the flood dam is just as great, and if the black manro were to return to its most primitive form, in the water that the flood dam is not deep, it will be simply imperceptible and irresistible.

There is also the difference between the water surface and the road surface is getting bigger and bigger, and the fat man may not be able to get up in this state at present. I can't take that risk.

It was an accident that Black Manroe didn't catch up, and I prayed because it hurt and nothing else. If it takes the lead to kill the person in front again, then the fat man and I will run over desperately and run to the death.

The fat man is in front of him and his main focus is on the ground, and I have to take care of the ground at the same time. The flashlight is constantly shining in all directions. Especially behind me, I couldn't hear anything other than the sound of water. If you want to spot Black Manroe, you can only rely on your eyes.

Fortunately, the fat man's speed is really not fast, and I can keep up with him in a comprehensive situation.

Suddenly, I faintly heard the fat man's shout. raised the flashlight and shone it at the fat man, and saw the fat man standing. Faces shouted at me for something. I couldn't hear what he was shouting, but his finger was pointing forward, as if to signal that something was ahead.

I ran two steps forward and stood next to the fat man before I heard the fat man shout. "There's fire, is it Tang Yumo?"

I looked up, and sure enough. In the distance ahead, a torch danced with a roaring fire. The figure under the torch was unclear, but it wasn't Jack. From the height, from the gender characteristics are clear at a glance.

"Let the fire burn stupidly. Neither men nor women can see it. Did Jack get breast enlargement? I shouted disdainfully at the fat man.

"Grass. Of course, I can tell the male and female. But does the mother have to be Tang Yumo? What was she doing there? What about Jack? Did Jack leave her behind or something else? ”

The fat man's string of questions gave me the creeps. Yes, Jack won't throw Tang Yumo and run away here alone, so what's going on. Tang Yumo was obviously the only one under the torch light, and she was facing us sideways, her head slightly lowered, as if looking down. What's underneath?

Subconsciously, my flashlight shone on the figure staring. It's dark. The darkness of nothingness.

"Grass," the fat man's roar drew my attention back.

I turned my head. I saw the fat man staring at me with two fiery eyes.

The air was already bitterly cold, and the fat man's move made me feel like I was falling into an ice cellar. Without even thinking about it, I knew Black Manroe was catching up. Presently. The only one who can make the fat man angry and cowardly is Black Manroe.

My body instantly turned to the fat man's gaze as I reached for a pistol from my waist. But I was dumbfounded by the scene in front of me.

Not far behind me, there stood a man, who turned out to be a fat man.

If it weren't for the fact that I knew too much about fat people, I would have been lost. This fat man is too similar to the fat man next to me, height, posture, and appearance. It's just a mold out of a mold. But this fat man across from me has a pair of cold and emotionless eyes.

It's not like the fat people I know. The fat people I know can have fierce eyes, they can have anger, and even have a smiling smile most of the time, but they are never without emotion.

The fat man opposite me looked at us expressionlessly, and his cold eyes did not convey any emotion or information. It seems to be looking only to see us.

"Congratulations, you've got a big fan." I squinted at the fat man and said a word before I put the cyclops flashlight in my mouth.

"Why wear clothes. This ghost thing didn't wear anything when she became a girl from the Tang family. ”

"Maybe" I couldn't help but take the flashlight from my mouth. "He thinks it's too small and shameful."

"Grass." The fat man almost spat out the one-eyed flashlight that had just been put in his mouth, and apparently, he immediately understood what I meant. But then he took out a flashlight from his mouth, how could he let go of this opportunity to fight and admit defeat. "It depends on who you compare with, and I don't have pressure to compare with you. However, it gave me a reason to stop talking. ”

It's as if back when I was a teenager, and I let out a pretending profligate laugh. "Your fans, do it yourself."

"You're mistaken, that's not my fan, it's me. I can't do it. Let me do this, help me kill my mouth, I can't do anything to you. The fat man turned around and ran away.

I was stunned. He actually ran away, which was completely unexpected by me.

The flesh on the expressionless fat man's face moved, and though it was stiff, I could see that it was imitating the fat man, imitating the fat man's flat smile. But it didn't work out, and it looked like he was crying.

Despite the psychological burden of shooting this fat manroe, I pulled the trigger. The frozen stiff fingers, the mechanical pull of the trigger, the sound of 'click, click' is very dull, and the bullets are not formed into continuous fire.

I could clearly see the bullet into the fat man's head on the other side, but it barely hurt him. The bullet hole was small, and the moment the bullet sank into its skull, the bullet hole began to shrink, heal, and heal, as if it were a hallucination.

Moreover, the fat man on the opposite side rushed towards me at the same time as my gunshots rang out. The bullets in my pistol hadn't been run out yet, and he had already rushed in front of me.

Spelled. I swung my stiff arms and rushed at the fat man. roared in his mouth: "Fatty, remember to Lao Tzu, I will die in your hands." I owe you everything back to you this time. ”

I don't even know who this sentence is shouted to, two fat people, or me. (To be continued......)