Liu Bo's body shook, the words of rejection had reached his mouth, and he swallowed it raw, "Brother Yu, I ......"

Huang Mao's voice could not be refused, and he looked at the young man, "How are you?"

"I ...... Got it. ”

Huang Mao nodded with satisfaction, "You go and wait for me in the car." Let the four eyes pack up the equipment, and go back with the others in the other two cars. ”

“...... Good. ”

After Liu Bo finished speaking, he turned around and left. He couldn't wait to get out of this place and get drunk.

A drunken party rests, a big dream. If I dream of gods and Buddhas, can they forgive me for my sins?

Xinzi and Ah Cheng, along with Huang Mao's gaze, watched Liu Bo walk towards the green taxi parked in the open space. The three of them were silent, wary of this stricken and depressed teenager.

Liu Bo is the most fragile of the nine interlocking rings. If you let it go, you are afraid that you will lose the whole game.

So, be careful. He can't be allowed to be that apostate worm.

Liu Bo walked to the back of the car, looked at the blood stain on the trunk flap, and was stunned for a long time. He gently rubbed it with the tip of his index finger, leaned in front of him, and looked at it for a while.

The stain was very visible between the fingers. Gradually, the spiral veins between the fingers reappeared. It swirled, like a whirlpool. The whirlpool expanded before his eyes, writhing like a spinning top.

He stared at it for a while, only to feel dizzy and in a trance.

What kind of Gu did this fall into?

Liu Bo leaned against the body, panting non-stop. The green tendons on his forehead are jumping and jumping, and the surrounding picture is spinning.

In the trunk, a woman's voice came out, "Help me, help me." ”

She's alive?

Liu Bo had goosebumps, he hurriedly opened the trunk, only to see that the woman's eyes were still closed and there was no blood. The blood sticking to the corners of his mouth outlined a fragmented scroll.

Not you.

Who's talking?

"Woo woo, it's so painful, you save me!"

Liu Bo's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his calves twitched, and he only felt a burning pain in his stomach, "How can it be ......?"

"Why did you do this to me?"

"You've hurt me so badly!"

"Woo woo, I hurt so much!"

The scar of the word "obscene" on the woman's abdomen opened and closed, and between the scars, a trace of blood oozed out. The blood is the tongue, the scar is the mouth, it opens and closes, and it spits out words and asks questions.

"You're a murderer. ”

"You killed me. ”

"I'm not, I'm not. Liu Bo's throat burned, and his limbs flung in the air. His eyes were as wide as brass bells, and his voice was hoarse, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong......"

"Hee-hee-hee, hee-hee-hee. Scar sneered.

Liu Bo covered his face with his hands, and the gaze of his eyes passed through his fingers and fell on the scar. I saw that the scar began to twist as he sneered.

"Hee-hee-hee, hee-hee-hee. ”

The angular strokes began to be smooth and soft. The individual strokes gradually connect head to tail and form a single stroke.

formed a ...... Whirlpool.

The whirlpool began to spin again. Zoom in as you rotate.

Liu Bo was dizzy when he saw it, he covered his head and staggered. Just as he was unsteady and fell backwards, a strong arm supported his back.

"Are you alright?" Huang Mao's snort with the smell of smoke blew on Liu Bo's neck. He looked at Liu Bo, and then at the trunk that was opened, "You haven't adapted yet?"

"I ......" Liu Bo's voice was like a gossamer, and he was babbling nonsense, "Vortex...... The whirlpool is spinning...... Don't turn anymore, don't turn again...... No. ”

"Whirlpool?" Huang Mao didn't know what to say, he looked at the man in front of him who was starless, but fluttering and struggling, and punched his hand fiercely, "What kind of demon are you giving me?"

Under the heavy blow, Liu Bo whimpered. He looked back at the body in the trunk.

No talking scars, no whirling whirlpools. Only the body that was like a willow in the wind, and the corner of the mouth was a strange bright red.

"It's really fucking useless, cowardly one. Huang Mao rubbed his punching hand, as if he was unwilling, and slapped it again, "What are you doing? Pretend to be crazy and stupid, right?"

"Brother Yu, I ......"

Huang Mao kicked Liu Bo's knee, "You can sit in the car for me now, and wait for me to get in the car." ”

Under the action of the huge force, Liu Bo stumbled and fell to the ground, and his knee was scratched with a little skin. He lowered his eyebrows, patted the dust off his trouser leg, and staggered to his feet. Then, he obeyed Huang Mao's instructions and sat in the driver's seat.

Huang Mao returned to the factory, and after talking to Xinzi and Ah Cheng for a while, he returned to the open space.

He opened the trunk and covered the body with some clothes, making a simple disguise.

Huang Mao checked it, and after feeling that there was nothing unusual, he opened the door of the back seat of the car. He bent slightly and sat inside.

The driver's seat was empty.

Huang Mao cursed a few times, and when he was about to go out to look for someone, he saw Liu Bo's head resting on the steering wheel, and his body was stuck in the cushion.

He kicked his foot hard in front of the seat and scolded, "Mentally retarded, it's crooked like a girl, and the guts are eaten by dogs!"

No rebuttal, no response. A small burst of speech came, staggering. If you listen closely, it looks like two people are talking.

Could it be that there is someone else in the car?

Huang Mao stood up in surprise and stepped forward to observe. I saw Liu Bo's body bent, his head pressed against the steering wheel, and his hands spread out. He looked like he was talking to his own hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It was Liu Bo's voice.

"I don't forgive you, you go to hell!" Liu Bo pinched his throat this time and replied in a falsetto.

"Woo woo, I'm sorry. The boy suddenly burst into tears.

Huang Mao looked inexplicably and felt that this picture was a little weird. He slapped Liu Bo on the back of the head and asked urgently, "Apo, what are you doing?"

"It's you!" Liu Bo replied in a sharp female voice, he stretched out his palm, his five fingers wide open, facing Huang Mao, "You're here." ”

Huang Mao suddenly felt creepy, and goosebumps crawled all over his body in an instant. The fingerprints of the five fingers are crooked, showing the veins, but they look like human faces.

He stepped back and cowered in a corner, "You, what the hell is on your hands?"

Liu Bo turned his head, his eyes were empty, and he said word by word, without emotion, "Yes...... Swirl!"

Huang Mao's heart was shocked, he felt that the young man in front of him was in a daze, which was extremely terrifying. Then he took out a lighter from his pocket and smashed it at Liu Bo's face.

The silver object engraved with the tiger pattern flashed in the air, glowing with a cold glow, piercing the dry air and hitting Liu Bo's forehead.

The cold light swept through Liu Bo's eyes, and the lighter fell down the aisle with a click.

"Brother Yu?"

Liu Bo's eyes returned to clarity, he touched his smashed forehead, and his face was full of doubts, "What's wrong?"

"Xiao Qisan, pretending to be a ghost, you want to die, right?"

"I ......" Liu Bo didn't know what Huang Mao was talking about, but he didn't dare to reply.

Huang Mao gasped a few times, looked at the submissive young man in front of him, and was out of breath. He cursed a few times and calmed his breath, "Forget it, forget it, let's drive! Go to the foot of Yanzhi Mountain, where there is an abandoned landfill." ”