The takoyaki in the middle of the crowd was holding garbage, and he had already discarded the mask of the god of deliciousness.

He shouted loudly: "Let her go, I'm the one who killed the person, I'm the murderer!"

"You have to pay for your life if you kill someone." Someone in the crowd said this.

Immediately afterwards, the overwhelming sound of vassals joined together,

"The murderer is not the golden sun cake!" I roared, pushing my body desperately into it, and the crowd was pushed away by me like wheat waves.

But to no avail, he couldn't hear, my voice was drowned out by the deafening roar.

Takoyaki sneered and threw the garbage into the crowd: "It's okay to kill, but you must swear that there can only be one murderer."

"That's natural." The old inspector Sesame Crisp pressed down on his cowboy hat, his face buried in the shadows, and solemnly made a promise.

"Okay!" Takoyaki looked up to the sky and smiled, without any hesitation, he jumped into the giant cauldron.

I was about to go crazy, the garbage was picked up by the mayor of Fotiaoqiang, his eyes were closed, cold sweat dripped from his blue-gray cheeks, his lips were tightly pressed in pain, he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

And the takoyaki has fallen into the cauldron, and the raging fire from hell ignites, burning all tangible and intangible things in the world.His rock-solid body was no exception, the skin and flesh fell off, and the body began to carbonize.

All my plans were disrupted.These two people, who should I save first?

When he was in a state of confusion, the rubbish that had fallen into Fotiaoqiang's arms opened a slit in his eyes.Those emerald eyes swept slightly, and found me in the crowd.

As my eyes never fail to find him.

We are the most suitable pot and lid for each other, just a pot of cooked rice is needed to complete the merits and virtues.

He looked at me, the corners of his frail mouth curled up slightly, and he made a mouth shape for me. Although my mouth was not very good, I still understood what he meant.

do what you want.

My heart suddenly settled down. As long as he is safe, no matter what happens next, I will not panic anymore.

I jumped over the crowd like a strong grasshopper.Under the eyes of everyone, he stretched his arm into the giant cauldron and grabbed the almost carbonized takoyaki: "The murderer is not the golden sun cake. The person they caught was not her!"

My arm was scorched red, and the pain traveled along the nerves and traveled all over my body.

There was a gasp in the crowd, and the cheers turned into screams.All the guns are aimed at me, and the reason why they haven't fired is entirely because of the hostage in my hand-ice cream.

He had long been in a coma, and his face was frighteningly pale.

I no longer cared about others, and pulled out the takoyaki with one hand.But he didn't seem to be happy to be rescued, his mangled body resisted my pulling, just like a baby resisting its mother's feeding.

Shift, you are a giant baby!I want to scold my mother, my whole arm is roasted and red, like a steaming roasted sweet potato, and he still puts on me.

"I have evidence." I shouted, cold sweat raining down the cauldron.

He didn't believe it.

"Really! How can you believe it!" I was hysterical, and the pain in my left arm came like a pulsating signal.

He remained as motionless as an old turtle.

In desperation, I roared angrily in a low voice: "If you don't come out, I will announce the secret that dark chocolate is not good."

No one knows him better than I do, just as no one knows me better than myself.

The coke in my hand moved slightly, and then a mass of sparks hit my face.

That was his flaming fist.

Like a phoenix reborn from nirvana, he flew out of the cauldron with a neighing sound, and wrestled with me.

He had almost lost his human form, and all his clothes turned into charred pieces, sticking to the bloody wound, like a pot of overcooked porridge.

There is no longer an inch of intact skin, no more clear facial features.

But even so, his fist was still like a cannonball.

I was punched by him and flew three or four meters, but my back didn't touch the ground.

The city wall made of countless human bodies has become my best shield.

It's just that the ice cream came out of his hand and fell into the cauldron. He barely struggled, and it turned into a puddle of milky white liquid with a wail, which quickly evaporated.I finally understood why the scars left on his body disappeared that night.

Yes, he is ice cream, ice cream that flows, and the quick healing of wounds is not taken for granted.

Ice cream was only on my mind for a moment.I stood up, spat out the rusty liquid in my mouth, and grinned at Takoyaki: "Is that all you can do?"

I raised my still-moving right hand.He made a provocative gesture to him.

He roared like a monster and rushed towards me, blood dripping down the churning flesh.

I jumped up, stepped on a chunky shoulder, and rushed out stepping on the human wall.

I know he won't believe anything I say now.But as long as tomorrow's sun falls on this land, all the conspiracy will be revealed.

However, someone didn't want him to leave alive.

"Don't you care about the golden sun cake?" Mayor Fotiaoqiang's voice was threatening.

Takoyaki's pace suddenly stopped, he panted heavily, staring at the mayor with beast-like eyes, and gradually, his out-of-control expression calmed down: "You... don't... embarrass..."

His vocal cords have been burned, and every time he speaks, he makes a whistling sound like a leak.

I was anxious in my heart, knowing that the idiot was going to commit suicide again, so I yelled in desperation: "Dark chocolate..."

As soon as the words fell, Takoyaki tilted his head, and his falcon-like eyes locked on me like hunting prey.

It seemed like if I dared to say another word, he would tear me to pieces.

It's a pity that he couldn't do things when his limbs were healthy, let alone now.

I jumped out of the crowd and landed on the roof of a pink Beetle in a not-so-elegant posture, with a complicated look on my face.I never thought that one day, I would give myself a proposition.

Shuang Yan is still rubbish.

He can only save one.

He was clearly stumped.Going one step further, Shuang Yan may be smashed to pieces; stepping back, the garbage will fall into a place where there will be no redemption.

I stand where I am.Quietly waiting for him to make the final decision.

He was very angry, his human appearance was torn apart, and thick tentacles with suction cups grew from the wound.

The tentacles swept across the ground, and the ground tore open scars.Tentacles lashed the crowd, and the crowd wailed and flew into the sky.

The encirclement suddenly collapsed, and the police detectives ran away with their heads in their arms.No one fired, presumably because past experience told them that shooting was useless.

Only I remained standing there, waiting for his decision.

Takoyaki lashed out at streetlights, rolled up trees, and flattened cars like a madman.

But eventually, he rushed at me.

He gave up taking the blame and chose to kill me.

Mayor Fotiaoqiang was swept away by the crowd, his ball-like belly bounced on the ground.He was obviously very unwilling and roared frantically behind him.

But all this is doomed to futility.

I don't know whether to use "as expected" or "after all", but he chose rubbish.

I opened my mouth.

Fortunately, he still has a little shadow of me, and he didn't become that kind of peerless scumbag.In this way, I can safely hand over the dark chocolate in the book to him.

I ran and followed him like a kite.

We ran through the city like a steel jungle, through the inaccessible suburbs, through the forest with lush trees, and through the dark night from one to six in the morning.

At the end of the darkness, the dawn of the second day came on the shore of the soft yellow sand.

The rain stopped.

The sun fell on the tomato coast, and the cold red became scorching.

Shuangyan is right above our heads, as always.

Lies are self-defeating.

I stopped at the same time as him.He looked directly into the sunlight.

"Do you believe me this time?" I said.

He didn't speak, and fell down straight.

He was badly wounded, but thankfully he was not dead.

I called Peanut and he told me the town was in disarray.

The photos I left behind were picked up by many people. The crime of ice cream is solid and cannot be quibbled.But in fact, he has no chance to quibble.

And I became a wanted man, and the reward was a jar of dark red bean paste with potato powder and chives.

"Where's the dark chocolate?" I asked.

Peanut was silent for a long time: "He is in the emergency room, and his condition is not very good."

Wait, how is this possible?I held up my phone and looked at the dying takoyaki.

How could he be the killer?

Before I had time to ask more, I hung up the phone and rushed to the only hospital in Witch Town.

He was lying in the ICU with his eyes closed, peacefully as if he had fallen asleep.

Chocolate sauce slowly flowed into his body through the hanging bottle.Numerous detectors were placed on his arms, drawing out incomprehensible signal maps one after another.

The doctors were busy around him, each with a gloomy expression, like annoying mourning birds.

I was just about to rush in and punch them one by one, telling them that if they can't be cured, they will be buried with them on the spot.

Unexpectedly, a cold voice stopped me: "If you want him to die, you can go in."

I turned my head and saw durian crisps.

He is more than half healed, only his arm is still in plaster.

"How could he be so badly injured? Is someone, someone secretly shooting coldly?" I grabbed his collar.

He didn't care, and the corner of his mouth raised a mocking arc: "A layman is a layman."

I hit him on the back like cracking a walnut.

He immediately stopped pushing Lai Lai, and said angrily: "If you want to know the whole story, come with me."

I followed him to the waste room behind the hospital. As soon as the door was closed, the outline of the face suddenly blurred into a black shadow.

He lit a cigarette, and the crispy skin was faintly visible in the firelight: "He made the wound himself. It was pulled upwards from under the bone, and two blood vessels were punctured."

"Myself?" I thought he was fooling me.

"Last night, at the town hall, you called his name, and Takoyaki gave up the golden sun cake for this name. You said, if the calm crowd finds that his injury is not so serious, how will they feel? guess?"

"Takoyaki loves dark chocolate." I hardly had to think about it.

"Yeah, if Takoyaki will die for the golden sun cake, will he die for the dark chocolate?"

I slapped my head, the side effect must be the side effect of the IQ booster.

I should have thought of that earlier.People like him are ruthless to others and even more ruthless to themselves.

He went down with the knife.Dark chocolate will never again be the soft spot for takoyaki, nor will it attract hordes of conspiracies like carrion.

He is protecting himself, and he is protecting the takoyaki.

But did he ever think that he might never wake up again.

Durian Crisp: "Many times, the road that appears in front of you is not right or wrong, but outrageously wrong and wrong. You can only gamble. Bet on the only, elusive hope."

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