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A black pig the size of a calf is in the middle of a three-way junction. Naturally, the fat man was there, and he was dismembering the big black pig.

When my flashlight shone on the other side, he appeared in my field of vision and made a very indecent gesture to me. It seemed that the flashlight was shining on his eyes, affecting his vision, and he immediately turned his back to us, turning his spine towards us.

The fat man's sudden shout woke me up in confusion and confusion, and I hurriedly shone the light of the one-eyed flashlight on the fat man.

At this time, the fat man had already stood up, carrying a bloody Hakka straight knife in his right hand, and walking towards us with a blood-stained thing in his left hand. The torch was inserted into the body of the black pig, and the fat man became the most brilliant and clear person under the light of the torch and the flashlight. But his expression was dark and complicated, not fearful or angry, but it looked murderous.

Of course I know that none of the three of us threw him, and no one could do that. In addition to the fact that I can barely move, Jack will break out in a cold sweat when he moves a little, not to mention Tang Yumo, she can't hide a fart from us between me and Jack.

Although the fat man was still limping when he walked, he quickly walked up to us. I looked at his fierce face and shouted anxiously: "Don't mess around, fat man, none of us will throw you." ”

"I know it's not you." For some reason, the fat man gasped as he spoke, and he immediately turned his face to Jack. "It's not you, either. But I wonder whose it is. ”

With that, the fat man threw a bloody object in his left hand into Jack's arms.

With this action of the fat man, the pungent smell of blood came to his face. I frowned. Jack was heard saying two words in a low, trembling voice. "Mine."

"You threw it?!" I could barely believe my ears, and I couldn't believe Jack doing such a childish thing.

"I threw it." Jack's voice was even lower, as if he was a repentant prisoner.

"It can't be! Are you stupid? I was right next to you just now, and I can't be unaware of you throwing things. What do you want? Anger the fat man? Let him give you a good time? There's no need, just ask me for this, I still have a lot of bullets. It is less painful to die at gunpoint than to be hacked to death with a knife. ”

To my surprise, the other two parties did not show the anger or agitation they should have, except for me. My monologue echoes through the air, then vanishes, and the space returns to silence.

"Not just now." It was a long time before I heard Jack say something abnormal in a relatively normal voice.

I turned my head suspiciously and looked at Jack through Tang Yumo. He was carefully wiping the thing the fat man had thrown at him with the corner of his clothes, and the placket of his clothes was covered in blood. The thing was wrapped in his clothes, and he wiped it intently, ignoring my puzzled gaze.

At this moment, the fat man's patience was surprisingly good, and he stood in front of Jack, with his head down, and watched Jack slowly wipe the thing. I know, it's not the nature of a fat man. His patience was to store up his anger, and at the moment when it burst into flames. His straight knife, whose blood had clotted, would surely be stained with blood again. He is not a patient person, and he prefers to express anger with actions.

My nerves were almost broken, and I looked at Jack anxiously, my throat burning as if my mouth was open but I couldn't speak. I'm already thinking about how to help Jack block this knife. Pounce on him now or watch the fat man's actions.

'Smack'

My eyes flashed with a light. The light vanished, and a new one-eyed flashlight appeared before my eyes.

"I threw it down on it. It still works, but it seems to be out of battery. You should have batteries there, right? Jack's tone returned to normal. And it's calm.

I glanced at the fat man and saw that he showed no signs of madness for a while, so I took the flashlight handed by Jack. "Yes, I still have some batteries here, and I wasn't the one who threw things away this time."

I pretended to be ridiculous and wanted to divert the topic and the fat man's attention, but I attracted the fat man's surprised gaze. I smiled awkwardly at the fat man, but suddenly I read something in his eye, and it woke me up at once.

'Brush'

My face instantly turned to Jack. "What do you say? You threw it from above? It's just falling down now, and it's almost hitting the fat man. ”

"Not a near miss." A fat man's blood-stained hand reached into my flashlight. "It's true that it hit me in the head, and it almost killed me."

"It doesn't matter." I didn't look back. His eyes were fixed on Jack.

"Grass." The fat man immediately expressed his displeasure.

The fat man's foul mouth made me secretly happy. I knew that his silence and patience just now was not accumulating anger, and that there would not be an outburst of anger that I could not have imagined.

"As I said, you didn't prepare for the worst, and dying is not necessarily the worst outcome."

"Don't talk to me about this!" I roared. At such close range, my breath and spit squirted straight into Jack's face, and I could see that his face was a little wet. "I know you threw a flashlight down on it, but when was that, at least before you fell. You, me. ”

I pointed at the fat man and Tang Yumo again. "We. The last to come? Weight determines speed? Newton's Three Laws Don't Apply Here? ”

Jack wiped the spit from his face, but didn't speak, just stared straight at me. It was as if my question made him disdain to answer.

It made me even angrier, I couldn't calm down at all, there was a fire that had to be vented or I would go crazy. It seems that the person who is storing up the anger is not fat, but me.

"Are you sure this is the flashlight you threw down?"

I saw a look of pity in Jack's eyes, which made me even angrier.

"Answer me!"

Jack sighed. "It's a novice battery, and I certainly don't, and I don't have time to mark it. But we only have two spare flashlights left, and this one is either the one you have in your backpack or the one I threw down. ”

"It's quibble! If it's a novice battery, a new battery, and it runs out of power when it falls from above? But I still have an electric flashlight! How can this be explained? Broken flashlight? I'll show you if the battery is dead or broken. ”

Like a monkey beaten with chicken blood, I can't stop myself, I have to do something, I have to let myself go out of my excitement. I replaced Jack's flashlight with a new battery, and the flashlight 'brushed' a blinding white light.

"See? A flashlight that has run out of electricity is not your new flashlight! ”

Jack pursed his lips, as if determined, and removed the glow-in-the-dark watch from his wrist that had once made my eyes red. "Look at it."

I froze, a strong sense of fear enveloping me. (To be continued......)