The Crazy Forensic Doctor Consort

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Several people frowned, looked around, and finally found a trace in the woods.

They found a broken body and barely recognized it.

"The third child, the fourth child!" The gang screamed.

Some acquaintances said that the little boy was gone!

The boss clenched his fist and immediately went to find it.

But looking for a full **, but half of the figure was not found, the little boy disappeared, completely gone.

The boss sadly held the heads of the two brothers, but saw the other brothers who were looking for their return. They were all exposed to the blue light. When they looked at the two heads in his hand, they swallowed and licked their faces.

The boss’s heart was shocked. In the end, he lowered his head and handed over the two heads. He said: “The third and fourth, we should not want to starve to death here, let’s make them all.”

The boss gave a command, not only the two heads, but also the remaining intestines and internal organs, including the broken hands and feet, were put together, placed in a boiling pot, and boiled.

At the same time, in the direction of going back to the prosperous Kyoto, a little boy, carrying his bag, single, walked toward the north.

He walked very quickly and ran very fast. His rucksack was still bleeding. There was a lot of human flesh that he had shaved. He could only take it out when he was in a safe place.

He has been away for a long time, an hour? Two hours? In short, when he finally couldn't move, he stopped and sat in a mountain, gasping heavily.

I want to come, have been completely away from those people?

He was thinking about it, but there was a weak footstep that suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Damn!" The little boy cursed, didn't dare to stay again, climbed up and continued to run.

In fact, after killing and shaving, he heard that there was always footsteps behind him, so he would run all the time and keep running, but the footsteps follow the pattern, like following him, he ran for a long time, and then far , can always hear.

Are those people really not planning to let him go?

Yes, he killed their two brothers, of course they will not let him go, the little boy bites his teeth, and everyone kills, he will not regret it!

Taking a deep breath, he took the strength and continued to run. This time, he ran for another hour. When he was sweating, his lips were pale, and his face was blue, he finally fell to the ground and could not climb again.

And the footsteps appeared again, just behind him, slowly, slowly, approaching him.

The little boy closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and his face was unwilling, but he had no strength to escape. He thought that this time he was caught, he would be terrible, and he could not imagine it.

However, what else can I do?

This is his life, the life that God gave him. He was tortured from birth. He saw that he was not pleasing to the eye, that is, to let him die. What can he do?

People, can you fight too much?

As the footsteps get closer, the little boy thinks, if, he said, if someone can save him now, no matter what the person wants him to do, he is willing, no matter how much he pays, he is willing.

As long as, can make him alive.

His fate, but he doesn't want to be jealous!

The footsteps were getting closer. The little boy was kneeling on the ground, only to kick his feet, his ankles were swollen, and he curled himself into a ball, shaking his body, but did not open his eyes.

He didn't dare to blink.

"You, is it okay?" The cool voice rang out behind him.

That is a voice that has never been heard.

The little boy clearly recognized that this is not the voice of one of the displaced people, because this voice is like the voice of a child.

There are many children in the squad, but the voices of those children are different from this one. This is especially good.

The little boy opened his eyes in a difficult way. He looked carefully behind him. At this point, he was stunned.

Behind him, stood a little boy with a sloppy linen. The little boy was about the same age as himself, but his face was cleaner than himself. Oh, not only his face, his skin, his hair, he was better than himself.

The little boy thinks that although this person is wearing low-quality clothes, the facial features are exquisite, white and tender, and it is clear which is the young master.

However, this young master is a little weird. He has a wooden pole and eyes in his hand. It is closed.

The little boy didn't dare to care about it. He looked around and decided that except for this young master, there were no other people around. He dared to sit up and pointed at his nose. He asked: "You... talking to me?"

The young master took the gimmick and seemed to think that his problem was very strange. He said, "Here, who else besides you?"

The little boy looked at his eyes and blinked.

The young master seems to know what he is skeptical about, not talking, just use the wooden pole to point the ground in front, to make sure there are no obstacles, slowly kneel down, reach out and touch the little boy.

The little boy glimpsed, and the reflexive retreat: "What are you doing?" he said, and the two short knives were already in their hands.

The young master did not move, and the cloud was light and windy: "You are hurt."

The little boy looked at his swollen ankle and asked, "How do you know?" He said, and he looked at the young master's eyes again.

Little Master said: "I am stunned, but my nose is still there," he said, sitting on the floor and reaching out to the little boy: "Where I was injured, let me touch it."

The little boy was very prepared for the little young man who suddenly emerged from the deep mountain forest. He hesitated and did not move. He even changed the short knife and took it. He was ready to slaughter the person and shaved the meat as a spare ingredient.

The little boy is still not moving, and the young master is impatient. "The smell of blood is very heavy, you are not hurt, don't delay, let me see."

Bloody smell?

The little boy looked at his own feet, his feet were smashed, but there was no bloodshed, and the blood was smelly. He had a lot of things on his back. There was a lot of **** flesh in his parcel.

It turned out that he was talking about this.

The little boy snorted and thought, such a stupid person, in this disaster years, living is also a waste of white, if not, he sent him a ride, just right, can change a few full meals.

Thinking this way, the little boy’s face showed a strange smile and deliberately said: "My injury, hurt on my feet, my feet are dirty, don't dirty your hands, you don't care about me, we don't know each other, you Let me die, I don’t want to live anymore, I don’t want to live anymore.”

The little boy said this, holding the hand of the short knife, but quietly approached the young master, and looked at it, already before his neck.

As long as you cut it down, you can cut his neck and it is as simple as killing a chicken.

The little boy groaned, and the knife in his hand quickly fell down, but on the occasion of the millennium, he heard the little master said: "You are very hungry?"