Chapter 2353 2365 [Shark, why are you running? ]
The other side.
Before Vodka left, he couldn't help but look back and glare at the tour guide.
"This guy is in the service industry after all. How could he be so clumsy and miss materials twice in a row?"
He looked away suspiciously: "Either he is the murderer and has other intentions, or he has seen through the rule that if one person dies, we will be safe for a while, so he wants to randomly sacrifice two unlucky guys to keep himself safe."
"No matter what, I'll remember this grudge! If I can't deal with Wu Zuo, how can I..."
As he was thinking, Vodka suddenly stopped and said, "Wait, maybe Uzo's goal is to use my grudge to lead me to do something self-destructive."
"… I still have to remember the grudge, but as for revenge, let's forget about it. I'm different from Uzo. I'm a thoughtful adult, and I always do things with caution... Humph, I won't bother with those puppets."
While vodka is silently going through the standardized production process of producing and shedding murderous aura.
Next to him, Vermouth was also exuding murderous aura with an efficiency no less than his, emitting a sweet apple scent.
Vermouth glanced at Vodka and remembered her colleague's actions just now. She was secretly alert: "..." It was inexplicable. Why did this guy suddenly want to go with Xiaolan to get flour?
They obviously don't communicate much normally... Could it be that Vodka has discovered the flaw in Cool Guy's identity and is now testing him?
If that is the case...
…
The two men, each with their own thoughts, walked through the corridor and headed towards the small warehouse.
When they got there, Vodka flipped the light switch.
There was a clear snap, and nothing happened. The warehouse was still dark.
"Huh?" Vodka was startled and pressed the button a few more times, but the light still didn't come on.
"Is it broken?" He raised the flashlight vigilantly and shone it at the switch, then at the ceiling.
When he saw the scene above his head clearly, his eyes jumped and he almost said something bad - there was only an empty base on the top, and someone had taken the light bulb away.
"I saw a light here last night. Someone must have dismantled the light!" Vodka couldn't help but curse in a low voice, "It must have been that tour guide! This guy is really ruthless. Does he really think that he will be safe if others die?"
Vermouth glanced at him, thoughtfully: "Let's find flour first."
Vodka nodded but didn't enter.
He first used the flashlight to carefully illuminate the room to make sure there were no dangerous items on the floor or walls. Then he carefully entered the room, slowly walked towards the cupboard, and slowly opened the cupboard door with the caution of checking for a bomb.
The good news is that the cupboard is empty and there is no fishing line or anything like that in it.
And the bad news...
The cupboards are empty.
No flour.
Vodka, who just wanted to go back quickly and bring the flour back: "..."
"The flour has also been moved!" Vodka's fists hardened. He was angry for a moment and turned to discuss with Vermouth, "Why don't we not take it and go back first?"
Whether it is whispering to expose the guide's conspiracy or creating a tense atmosphere according to the environment, vodka has its own considerations.
- Although I don’t know what’s going on in Vermouth’s mind, it would be best to make this woman whose eyes were blinded by Uzo realize that they are both in the same situation now, and the important thing is to quickly escape from the dangerous environment instead of being hostile to each other.
Unfortunately, however, this colleague did not seem to receive his signal to run away together.
"If it's not in this cabinet, then look in another cabinet. The warehouse is so small, it will only take a few minutes to find it."
The "new doctor" glanced at him, as if he was disgusted by his cowardice: "It will take a day or two for the rescue to arrive. We can't deny everyone a meal just because of a small matter like 'the flour has been moved'."
"Even if I go back now, I'll have to come back sooner or later." As she spoke, she pushed the vodka into the warehouse and followed in, turning on the flashlight and walking to the cupboard on the other side. "Okay, let's find it quickly."
Vodka: “…”
For a moment, he wanted to leave Belmode behind and go back alone, but then he thought, wouldn't he be alone again?
After a moment's silence, in order to avoid falling into the terrible curse of death if left alone, Vodka had to move reluctantly to another cabinet. Then, while cursing the bastard who made the task of "finding flour" more difficult, he prayed that the flour would appear soon.
…
When the two people were rummaging through the drawers.
In the living room leading to the small warehouse.
Kobayashi Seiji sat in the corner, drawing on the sketch paper under the dim light of the street lamp.
A picture of a corpse with a lake and a shipwreck as the background was completely formed.
The painter with unique aesthetic taste smiled with satisfaction at the drawing paper. He admired it for a moment, turned the page, and began to draw another horrifying death picture with a warehouse as the background.
"It's someone else who came to pick up the things this time." Kobayashi Seiji thought of the two people who had just passed by the living room, recalled the clothes and appearance of "Mr. Yamada" and "Dr. Shinide", and began to write.
As he was drawing him, he muttered, "That Yamada already has a death portrait. But this guy may have an average-looking face, but he has a good physique and is very powerful. The collapse and disappearance of this kind of power can better highlight the horror of the coming of death... In this case, considering his physique, I'll add another one for him."
The whistling sound of the mountain breeze outside the window and his own mutterings covered up the footsteps approaching from the window.
A dark figure holding an axe walked slowly on the grass to the living room window and stopped behind Kobayashi Seiji through the window.
The dark figure glanced down at the album in the painter's hand, sneered disdainfully, then slowly opened the window and raised the axe in his hand.
Just as he was about to chop down with all his strength, the dark figure suddenly felt something was wrong.
He suddenly looked up and met a pair of pitch-black sunglasses - facing the window, an innocently passing burly man in black was carrying a bag of flour and staring at this side blankly.
When their eyes suddenly met, "Mr. Yamada" threw the flour bag to the ground, turned around and ran towards the door without wasting a second.
However, as he started, someone behind him lost his balance and bumped into him. Mr. Yamada lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Kobayashi Seiji was startled by the sudden noise. He closed the picture album and looked over there with expectation and curiosity, as if he wanted to see if Mr. Yamada had broken his neck.
Seeing the painter standing up and walking towards the door, the dark figure suddenly came back to his senses.
He gritted his teeth, swung the axe hastily, and hit the painter with a thud.
"Ouch!" A scream of pain and blood splattered.
Seeing that he had succeeded, the dark figure did not dare to stay any longer. He straightened the blood-stained mask on his face, picked up the axe, turned around and rushed into the forest.
(End of this chapter)
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