With a few screams in the corner, Yang Ji walked back easily, the little girl looked at him differently, with a little admiration in horror, Yang Ji patted his thin shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Get out of here!"

The little girl nodded vigorously, her dry hair swayed up and down a few times along the path, she stood up with difficulty, and did not dare to go back to the wall.

Yang Ji took another punch around the neighborhood, and saw that no one dared to follow him after he beat down the gangsters, so he walked in the direction of the manhole cover.

After carefully observing the outside for a week, he found that there was nothing unusual, and then he opened the manhole cover, and climbed down the rusty iron railing, without disgust with the filthy and dark environment inside.

Reaching out below and not seeing the five fingers, even with Yang Ji's strengthened five senses, he still couldn't see things clearly, but he came back to his body again, and suddenly had an idea, groped around the little hooligans who fainted, took out a lighter, and tried it, it can be used.

Light up the lighter, the thick silt and dirt under your feet and the household garbage everywhere flicker in the faint light of the fire, this is a world that does not belong to humans, only rats and cockroaches carnival in this "pure land" that will not be encircled and suppressed.

Yang Ji kicked away a big rat that was gnawing on a broken can next to his feet, and continued to walk forward by the faint light of the fire, only his own footsteps in the deep passage with the sound of muddy water splashing and "squeaking".

After about a hundred meters, he suddenly smelled an indescribable stench, which seemed to be mixed with rancid swill, ammonia, hydrogen sulfide and the like, this sudden taste almost made him retch, he forcibly overcame the feeling of nausea, and almost groaned and said: "Grunt, devour light, fast." ”

A faint white light covered his palm, he hurriedly covered his mouth and nose, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, through the filter of devouring light, his breathing returned to a normal state, and then he realized that he could actually rely on the majestic vitality in his body to replace ordinary lung breathing with limbs and hundreds of remains.

Forgot again.

I'm still not used to it.

Yang Ji thought about it and took a few more steps forward, and the terrifying scene appeared in front of him like hell.

A man is "big" The zigzag was lying on the ground, part of the tissues of the body had been ossified, the flesh on the cheeks had rotted and disappeared, revealing the white and yellowish gums and the fat maggots rolling happily in the pus and rotten flesh, and what was even more terrifying was that the chest and abdomen were cut into a huge cross shape, covering almost the entire front of him, and the muscles rolled from the wound to all sides, so that the organs in the body were exposed to the greatest extent, his heart seemed to have been taken alive, and the tragic blood vessels around the ventricles seemed to explain the cruelty of some murderers.

"Vomiting ......" this time Yang Ji couldn't bear it anymore, and began to vomit when he stood aside, such a picture was too impactful, and Rao Yi still couldn't bear it with his current temperament.

"Do you want to call Ms. Ole immediately?" Yang Ji hesitated, tonight was the third anniversary of the marriage between Ms. Ole and his husband, and it was really inappropriate to rashly interrupt someone else's date and ask her to come and see such an unappetizing corpse......

He thought about it and gave up, and decided to wait until tomorrow to make the call.

He readjusted his mind, turned his head and continued to look at the corpse.

The corpse's legs were still tense after death, indicating that he must have experienced an extremely fierce struggle before his death, but he was held down by the murderer and couldn't move, such a posture and such a strange heart-digging method looked like some kind of evil sacrifice, and this innocent homeless man was one of the insignificant souvenirs.

"Did other homeless people also die like this?" Yang Ji gave birth to some sympathy, such a way of death was too tragic, it was really unbearable.

The mutilated corpse and some of the muscles should have been gnawed off by rats when they had just died, with gaps of various sizes...... Wait, what's that?

Through the huge and hideous wound in his chest, he suddenly saw that something seemed to be stuffed in the throat of the corpse, and it came out directly...... It's a finger!

Yang Ji took the lighter and got closer, and immediately goosebumps all over his body stood up, although the ten fingers of this man had different bite marks, but the number of fingers was complete.

So whose finger is it?!

The first thought that came to Yang Ji's mind came to mind, could it be that in the process of fighting with the murderer, he actually bit off the murderer's finger and swallowed it?

Why didn't the murderer take the severed finger away? This is a flaw that simply does not hold, unless ...... He was in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to take his short finger away, so he had to pull away.

"Don't worry about it for now, this is an important clue ......" Yang Ji thought as he held back his nausea, took out a pack of tissues from his trouser pocket, pulled half of it and covered it on his hand, frowned and pulled out the severed finger with mucus from the broken throat little by little.

"Whew......" he took a long breath, only feeling more tired than experiencing a big war, such a psychological quality is really not something that ordinary people can have.

Returning along the same way and climbing to the ground, he suddenly saw that this dilapidated black iron street was a little more pleasing to the eye, there was no contrast and no harm, and the corpse was not for people to look at.

He restored the manhole cover to its position, walked out quickly, but saw the girl just now near the outer street, but she was slumping to the ground weakly, he was shocked, and quickly stepped forward to check, only to find that it was not what he thought, 300 federal coins were still on his body, but he didn't wait to go out to buy food, and he fainted from hunger first.

"Is this the life of the paupers in Black Iron Street...... It's pathetic. Yang Ji sighed, as the so-called emergency does not help the poor, too many poor people exist and can't help at all, he can only choose to make his heart harder, help if he touches it, and don't think about it if he doesn't meet it.

He picked up the girl by the waist, did not dislike the girl's knotted hair and stinky body odor due to lack of hygiene, sent her all the way to the nearest hospital, and paid a series of hospitalization fees such as infusions and nutritional injections and medical conditioning fees, and then quietly withdrew.

"The night of Changjing...... Yang Ji looked up at the bright moonlight tonight, and said with emotion:

"A paradise for the rich, a hell for the poor. ”