What's the situation?

The yellow-haired young man looked at the black cat that was still responding to Roland with a milky voice after being lifted, and looked confused.

When he was in school, he also went to fight stray cats with other friends, with the character of this animal, once he was frightened, he should be vigilant against the people who came after, but the black cat, who had just been attacked by himself, was coquettish like no one after hitting that guy.

Is there something abnormal about this guy? Huang Mao turned sideways and looked at Roland, who was carrying a black cat in a little ignorance - the clothes were very neat, the style looked good, and it was very new, with a well-behaved pattern from head to toe, with a temperament between indifference and alienation.

The most impressive, it is estimated that there are only the long nails, it is estimated that it must be three centimeters, how long has this guy not been cut, obviously his hands are so clean.

At first glance, he is the kind of guy who has found a job, works in a high-rise company, and has a bright future, which is completely different from a guy like himself who is often fired.

Tsk, Huang Mao snorted secretly, and a thought naturally rose in his heart.

- Let's knock a stroke on this guy's body.

As a guy who has a deep reputation, Huang Mao has long been familiar with this kind of thing.

He took two cans of beer out of his bag and walked over to Roland.

"Hey, it's okay, that cat didn't hurt you, did it?"

Roland glanced at the wine cans scattered around the young man, as well as a wet mark on the beer spilled on the wall, and understood what had happened before, slowly squatted down, put the black cat on the ground, stroked it gently, patted the other party's tail, and signaled him to leave quickly.

Obviously, it doesn't have this effect when it comes to other animals, but I don't know why, Roland has always been loved by cats recently, no matter how fierce the cat is, he will obediently turn out his belly in front of him, hug it casually, and stroke it casually.

Until the end, Roland couldn't find out the reason, and could only blame it on the influence of the cat's ears that might be the killer queen.

Therefore, he didn't have any intention of talking to the yellow-haired youth, and after watching the cat leave in three steps and one turn, he stood up, took the bag in his hand again, and walked towards the depths of the alley.

The yellow-haired young man who was rejected did not feel embarrassed, he turned sideways, stood in front of Roland, handed a jar of unopened wine to Roland, and said in a disgusting oil tone.

"Hey, didn't you hear me, little brother? Forget it, meeting is fate, I'm drinking alone here but I'm so stuffy, let's have a drink, you won't give this little face, right? ”

Roland frowned, and through the corner of the other party's clothes, he waved his hand away without touching the yellow hairy skin.

"No, I already have an appointment today."

The rejected Huang Mao was just about to have a seizure, but suddenly his eyes turned and he consciously got out of the way.

Seeing that the other party was still acquainted, Roland had no intention of asking for trouble, ignoring the other party, and walked forward along the street lamp, and then, when Roland had already been beside the yellow-haired young man.

Yellow Fur jerked and grabbed the paper bag that Roland had hidden at his side, his eyes glint with greed.

"At such a late hour, God mysteriously hid something home, it won't be a good thing, this is not good, little brother!"

The yellow-haired fingers gripped the brown paper bag tightly, like a crow holding its prey, this paper bag was quite tough and not easy to snatch, and his original purpose was to tear it up.

"Poof......

Inside the paper bag, something wrapped in tight foam fell to the ground, it was a display case made of hard plastic, and by the light of the street lamp, Huang Mao squinted his eyes and saw the whole picture of the thing.

- It was a delicate, pale, lifeless-looking pair of severed hands.

"Ahhh——!h

Under the dark night and the dim street lamp that was not bright, the impact of a pair of broken hands was too strong, Huang Mao subconsciously took a step back, sat on the ground in a panic, raised his head, and looked at Roland who was stunned in place.

The other party's face didn't have any expression until this moment, but the pupils were deeper, like indissolvable ice for thousands of years.

Roland casually threw away the broken brown paper bag, looked at the cowering yellow hair, and made an indifferent sound.

"So didn't I say that? I have an appointment tonight. ”

Then, he didn't pay attention to Huang Mao, and walked towards the place where the severed hand fell, and seeing that the other party had no intention of killing people, Huang Mao's fluttering heart was slightly soothed.

After calming down, Huang Mao subconsciously glanced at the severed hand, and after getting rid of the influence of the atmosphere, he quickly noticed that something was wrong.

The cross-section of the severed hands was too clean, pale in line with the overall color, as in the model......

After discovering the clue that something was wrong, as if to redeem his previous embarrassing performance, he quickly found the key clue.

In the corner of the box, the name of a shop is engraved with an inconspicuous name, and these severed hands are just a more delicate hand model.

Bastard, you were actually deceived by this kind of thing!

Under the influence of the wine, Huang Mao glanced at the cat and tried to do the same, he climbed a few steps, tried to grab a can of beer, and smashed it at the hand mold that had fallen to the ground.

Roland turned his head and looked at Huang Mao's movements, but there was no reaction, and the moment Huang Mao touched the beer, a silent thunder thundered on Huang Mao's body.

"Ahhh My hand ......"

Huang Mao let out a wail that was far more terrible than before, clutching the hand that suddenly exploded from his wrist, watching the gurgling bloodstream, his heart filled with fear.

And Roland, at this time, opened the box unhurriedly, gently rubbed the severed hands on his face, and it was not until this time that Huang Mao found that the hand model was very similar to Roland's hands, which should be customized based on himself.

However, at this time, Huang Mao couldn't take care of so much.

"Go and call someone, go and call someone, it hurts, it hurts!"

As Huang Mao's wailing became more and more intense, Roland unhurriedly put the pair of models into the inner lining of his coat, walked slowly towards the other party, and then kicked Huang Mao back who wanted to crawl out of the alley.

"You know what? The price of this pair of custom-made hand molds is 60,000 yen, and I spent the extra bonus that the store manager specially gave me with my previous salary. What do you think it means that I can easily get more wealth and still live my life step by step? ”

"I don't know, save ......"

Before Huang Mao finished speaking, Roland kicked the other party's cheek away.

"This shows that I am content, honest, honest, honest and trustworthy, and I Roland just want to live a peaceful life, so, tell me,"

Roland's voice roared louder and louder, and after speaking, as if he was still angry, he stepped on the other party's severed hand and crushed it a few times with his shoe.

"—Why should I be entangled by a bastard like you?"