That is, the murderer has not been found, and now he leaves the city to go to the factory, and no one dares to guarantee what will happen on the way.

"Hmph, what are you afraid of? It's too cowardly to be scared like this by a trumped-up murderer, isn't it?"

Everyone said slightly angrily: "You don't encourage you to go!"

"Okay, but you have to get me a car and some money, or I won't do it. The thug sneered, he saw with his own eyes the untrustworthiness of everyone, how could he do something as stupid as a bum.

Everyone gritted their teeth, and after a fierce discussion, they gave an answer: OK!

A dilapidated sedan appeared at the door, and everyone moved some money according to the gangster's wishes, and then sent the homeless man to the car.

The thug's gaze swept over everyone, and the corners of his mouth smiled lightly, this city, he will not come back.

With the money in the back, it was enough for him to change his face in another city and start anew.

The car starts, leaves behind a puff of dust and leaves.

And in the shadows, the wild dog also chose to quietly follow.

According to the meaning of those people, the car stopped at the gate of the factory, and the thugs moved down the homeless man, who still had a trace of breath, and would die here at any time.

He looked around, and his brow furrowed slightly from the poor conditions.

He brought the homeless man to the door, so that when the factory was open and the workers returned, the body would be the first thing they could see.

And this factory also has a lot of weirdness, the most weird part is that the factory is shut down, and the power inside it should be cut off, but why is the factory brightly lit?

Intrigued, the thugs continue to explore the factory, which is not only powered but all the machines are functioning normally. The machines made extremely noisy noises, and the thugs frowned, since there was no one, how did all this happen?

As a gangster, he was never afraid of anything. In his eyes, life is nothing more than a fleeting thing, too late to cherish.

But it wasn't long before he finally realized the preciousness of life. That kind of mental fear, physical escape, he didn't want to experience it again in his life.

As the thugs continued deeper into the factory, he came to a production workshop where the machines were wearing out to varying degrees due to long hours of work, and some of them were even emitting black smoke.

Avoiding these, the thugs moved on. He thinks that soon, he may be able to solve the mystery of the disappearance in the city!

However, he walked from one section of the factory to another, and he didn't find anything strange other than the machines at work.

In retrospect, it seems that he came across a row of offices on the way here, and at that time he just stood in front of the window and looked at it quietly, without pushing the door to take a closer look.

At this time, he can only go back and take a closer look.

One room is normal.

Two rooms are normal.

......

......

When the thugs pushed open the door to the seventh office, they saw a teenager sitting on the floor, looking up at the light bulb.

I was stunned like this, not saying a word.

"You started the mutation in this factory?"

The boy raised his head when he heard this, but saw a man he didn't know standing in front of him.

"Are you a mysterious murderer?"

The bastard then asked.

But only to get the young man's slightly stupid gaze, the thug shook his head, how could he ask such a stupid question.

The man in front of him was obviously a nerd, and the nerd may have been afraid of something, so he restarted the power-off factory, causing something weird.

The gangster asked a few words, only to see that the young man looked at him with a confused expression.

In desperation, the thugs closed the door and shook their heads and left.

Passing through the familiar factory area, the thugs came to the part where they entered the factory.

He was slightly stunned, where did the homeless man go? Did he get up and leave by himself?

"Ahh

The thugs looked at it, and then another strange voice came into their ears.

It's like grinding your teeth, crat, clack......

The voice gave him goosebumps, and for some reason, fear suddenly appeared in his heart, a fear of the unknown.

Gathering courage, he walked forward step by step, looking carefully.

The homeless man lay there in pain, but the lower half of his body was gone.

Blood flowed all over the ground, and the smell of blood made the gangsters a little swollen.

The killing machine flashed by.

I saw that the homeless man stopped moaning, and a stray dog came up at some point, and it began to bite the homeless man's body.

The thugs were furious, it turned out that it was all caused by a dog!

He raised the iron rod to the side and smashed it down.

Boom!

The sound of gold and iron clashing, the iron rod was rebounded, and the tiger mouth of the gangsters was shattered.

The wild dog has red eyes, and it's eyeing the gangsters!

The gangster was stared at like this by a wild dog, and he was a little frightened in his heart, and hurriedly stepped back, and the iron rod in his hand smashed towards the wild dog.

The wild dogs were furious and got up and chased after them.

The two went one after the other, and I don't know if the wild dogs inherited the bloodline of the family that likes to torture their prey or because of what, and several times the wild dogs were able to pounce on the gangsters, but they were all given up.

The thug walked forward, a hint of evil flashing in his eyes as he passed the office.

I saw that he kicked the room where the young man was with one kick, and the other side left at a faster speed, and he wanted to use the young man's flesh and blood to delay time!

The wild dog sniffed lightly, and flinched when it smelled the peculiar smell that belonged to the boy!

Just kidding, the reason why he received such a serious injury was all due to the young man, and to provoke him again was not equivalent to death?

The wild dog had no choice but to retreat, and it didn't expect that there was a teenager he couldn't afford to mess with in this inconspicuous factory.

Besides, the gangster, seeing that the wild dog behind him did not chase after him, was overjoyed, presumably devouring the boy.

He excitedly pushed open the door on the other side of the factory, and was about to breathe fresh air, but saw a wild dog that had been waiting for a long time.

As the gangster was about to turn and flee, the wild dog threw him to the ground, and let him struggle to no avail.

Blood was flying, and there were stumps all around.

The gangster still has a breath left, but his limbs are removed, and his stomach is thrown away, which will be the arrival of the gods, and it will be difficult to save him.

The wild dog did not dare to stay here for fear of provoking the young man, so he turned and ran into the jungle and disappeared.

The teenager, who had been curled up in the office, suddenly looked up, and he smelled a familiar smell.

The boy walked out of the office, and this familiar smell came from both sides, and for a moment, he didn't know which side to go.

At this time, both the homeless and the gangsters had their last breath.

After much hesitation, the boy walked towards the thugs. It's closer.

When the thug saw the boy coming, he opened his mouth gagged by the clotted blood and made a hoarse sound.

"Help!"

The young man frowned slightly, squatted down and was about to save someone, but saw that darkness was about to fall outside the house.

In fear, the young man couldn't save people, so he quickly hid back in the house and rushed towards another section.

The corpse of the homeless man is in the factory, a place where the light shines.

It's a pity that his breath has been exhausted, and he didn't die long after.

I saw the boy stretch out his finger and write and draw next to it, and time began to flow backwards!

And the dead homeless man gradually regained his heartbeat.

The boy snorted in pain, but he didn't care, he just hoped to find the answer to the "familiar taste" from it.

When the homeless man woke up, his thoughts were originally desperate, but after a trip to the ghost gate, he came back to life.

He tried to move, but found that he had lost his lower body, and a teenager was crouching to the side, writing and drawing on him.

The homeless man was slightly stunned, he lost his lower body, and he didn't feel a trace of pain, could it be that this young man was saving me at home?

Originally, the homeless man was devoured by wild dogs, and the physical pain and mental torture caused the homeless man to faint.

Now that I wake up, my body doesn't hurt anymore.

There was a faint stream of heat in the place where the boy had drawn, and this heat flowed through the meridians all over the body.

The whole person came back to life.

The boy obviously didn't mean to help him recover completely, but it was enough for him.

In the middle of the night, his upper body had completely regained its vitality.

The boy searched for the smell on the ground and found a pool of bright red liquid.

"What is this?" the boy asked.

"My blood. The homeless man replied.

The young man was slightly stunned, it turned out that this liquid that he loved and hated was called blood.

His eyes were covered in blood, and the red and black faced off again in the young man's eyes.

With the help of the red on the ground, the blood overshadowed the pitch black for a while, squeezing most of the black out. But as time went on, the red color was gone, and it was beaten back by the black.

Red is defeated, and black continues to destroy the boy's will.

The homeless man didn't know what was happening in the boy's eyes, he was just grateful to the boy.

The young man sighed, he still failed after all. If you want to succeed, you still need the help of that old man.

Indeed, when the silence in the eyes turns into life, when can we get rid of this influence.

Over time, the homeless man gradually adapted to his physical disability, and he relied on his hands to "stand up" again.

There was life in his eyes, the courage to continue living.

The young man was slightly stunned when he saw this, he could save a person casually, why could there be life in his eyes?

So why can't I find it?

The boy stood there silently, he looked at the homeless man, and watched him stand up step by step.

But every time he learned from the tramp to stand up, the big black palm would fall from the sky and knock it back into the abyss.

The boy gave up not far away, but he could not succeed.

The homeless man bowed lightly to the Taoist in front of him, and when he saw the benefactor's face struggling, he asked, "What troubles do you have with the benefactor?"

The boy can save him, but he is naturally not a mortal. And what can confuse him, he may not be able to solve.

But it's always okay to give it a try.

"Huh?" the boy and the homeless man looked at each other.

He also saw the fall of a pair of big black hands, the powerlessness under oppression, and the dead silence in despair. Suddenly, he understood why the boy was so stupid, he was scared stupid!

Returning to reality, the homeless man finds himself sitting on the ground at some point.

"Do you have a way?" the young man's eyes flashed with hope.

"You ......" the homeless man finally shook his head, which was not something that a man with a severed lower body could answer.