Riots began throughout the mall.

Human-to-human transmission, this phenomenon, or the herd effect, can easily trigger people's herd mentality.

For example, if you are shopping in a shopping mall, and suddenly a group of people around you start running towards the outside of the mall, although you don't know what is happening, you subconsciously decide to run out with this group of people.

Newt is a fat man who came to the mall to buy food.

At this point, his cart was full of Coke and potato chips.

I'm getting ready to buy some chocolates at the Go to the Chocolate Zone. Afterwards, it was found that a group of people were panicked, pushing forward and rushing.

"What's going on?" Newt subconsciously protected the trolley, and it was not easy for the fat house to go out.

No one paid attention to Newt, they just ran out in a swarm.

When disaster strikes, who has the leisure to answer other people's questions.

Newt also grew nervous, and he looked around and saw that the group had all gone. So Newt also ran towards the mall gate with his legs open.

However, the burden of his body made Newt sluggish, and he was walking slowly rather than running.

Look at the empty shelves all around.

The images of the horror movies he had watched in the house gradually came to mind, and kept flashing in Newt's mind.

Will there be some terrifying existence hidden around the corner, waiting for you there.

Or maybe you meet the legendary murderer, armed to the teeth, and come to the mall to slaughter.

Touching the fat on his belly, Newt was a little worried.

He didn't know how many shots his body of fat could withstand?

Will it bleed white flower grease if it is pierced?

For a while, Newt couldn't help but regret why he ate so much high-calorie food, which led to his slow action now and the risk of death at any time.

Newt struggled to walk, wondering what the men were fleeing the mall in a panic.

"Huh, hum, I'm tired, I need to rest for a while." Newt propped his hands on his knees, and he felt like his legs weren't his own, beads of sweat sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto his baggy shirt.

Newt felt that if he ran like this again, not only would he not run out of the mall, but he would die of exhaustion halfway through.

So, for the sake of his own life, he decided to rest first.

Ute slumped on the mall floor without an image.

Around the shelves, because Newt's weight shuddered.

He took out a bottle of Fat House Happy Water "tons and tons" from the cart, and it only took a second or two to bottom.

Quite a big stomach style.

Newt, who was nourished by the happy water, felt like he was alive again. He struggled to get up and hurried out of the place.

The mall was quietly empty.

Newt, who was nourished by the happy water, was in a happy mood at the moment, and his little heart, which was originally beating wildly, also relaxed his vigilance.

Newt even wanted to laugh out loud and taunt the cowards.

He decided to go back today and post a post on the forum about meeting the Bloodline, then defeating the Bloodline, and leaving the mall like a hero.

Thinking so, he walked forward.

There is a corner ahead, just turn left, then Newt can walk out of the mall and go home safely.

At this moment, Newt has already figured out how to brag about this experience at the graduation party.

After all, a fat house like him is loved by no one, no one likes it, and when he goes, he just acts as everyone's emotional trash can, and anyone can bully him.

But today's experience has given Newt the capital to brag about.

Newt fantasized about the gala and told the story he had made.

Then he became the focus of the party, and the party boomers who looked down on him in the past also said that Newt was his good brother.

At the same time, the thrilling story caused the girls to scream again and again, and they were in the limelight at the party.

Newt thought so, and before he knew it, he had walked around the corner. Then he felt a pain in his throat, and the shelves began to shake in his sight.

I was knocked down?

Before Newt could react to what had happened, a sharp pain came from his lower body.

When I looked down, I realized that two strangers had pounced on me and gnawed on my body.

And the pain in the lower body comes from a woman.

If you ignore the scene where the bare cartilage on her neck is bleeding outwards at the same time, then this woman is quite good-looking.

"Ahh My Big Dick."

Pain, heart-rending pain.

Pain that cannot be described in words.

Newt tried to struggle, but was held down, and the sheer amount of fat made it impossible for his limbs to move effectively.

"Click." The sound of chewing echoed in the area.

Newt looked at the ceiling in despair, how he wished it was all a dream.

A strange voice came from the throat.

Newt felt his head getting dizzy and couldn't think.

So he closed his eyes and wanted to sleep.

"Roar!"

Opening his eyes again, Newt, with dark pupils, shook off the two lying on his stomach.

The two guys seemed to feel the same kind of breath in Newt, and tacitly stopped attacking.

Then "Newt" touched his lower body and looked out the window on the corner meal.

It sells cheap steaks and is a popular place for couples who like to go on a date.

So Newt walked slowly out of the mall, followed by the old man and the woman.

..........

The town's police dispatched quickly, and after about an hour, several police cars were parked downstairs in the mall.

Baker scolded and walked out of the car to listen to his subordinates' reports.

"An old man? Or an old man who bites, are you sure he doesn't knock too much? "Baker, who studied in New York City, has seen this kind of guy who is delirious and misbehaves, and can usually do things like biting people with an abnormal brain.

By this time, the police had already cordoned off the street, leaving a few stationed here, and the remaining group of police officers broke into the mall.

In the eyes of the Eagle Sauce Police, there is nothing that cannot be solved with a single bullet.

If there is, then two.

At the café next door, a man in a trench coat gently put down his coffee.

The cheap carpet under his feet was already soaked with blood, dozens of "people" with blackened pupils and pale faces sat quietly in the corner.

But the strange thing is that they have more or less wounds on their bodies.

Kerry smacked his lips, can anyone really drink coffee without sugar?

Rather than coffee, it is better to call it Chinese medicine.

It is bitter, astringent, and unpleasant.

Kerry stood up, waved his hand lightly, and dozens of young "people" stood up, and then rushed out, walking towards the policemen who were on guard.

Kerry closed his eyes, he had sensed that something was wrong with Old John.

So today's operation is also a temptation, or to force that guy to make a move.

Kerry waved again, and another group of young "people" headed east.

It's one of the few entertainment venues in town, with bars, video games, and the like.

Today happens to be the weekend, and the young people of the town usually gather in the entertainment street.

Or get together to play billiards, or have a few drinks together, and see if there are any nice prey in the bar.