What this fat man said makes sense.

A young murderer has been in for ten minutes. In order to protect the safety of ordinary people, we must find a way now.

Considering that the other party held a weapon in his hand and might have killed a little victim, the police commanders present also allowed the use of the gun without hesitation.

While protecting the middle-aged and fat man in front of him, the police carefully stepped into Room 2204.

This is a narrow room.

The air was filled with the smell of expired food.

This smell that was not pleasant and the smell of wine emitted from the room made the police frown.

But they also kept their pace and approached the living room step by step, and finally-

Then I entered with a pistol!

"Give up resistance! We are police!"

In one moment, they pointed the police pistol in their hands at the target in the room, looking nervous.

Who is the murderer?!

Thoughts flashed through their minds.

Then--

The scene in the room is frozen in front of you.

There is no such thing as the middle-aged fat man who said "brain, bones, and meat from the human body."

There were only a few drunk middle-aged people and a calm young man in the living room.

This scene made the police blink in surprise.

Then they all looked at the fat man who was also dumbfounded and asked in a cold voice: "Sir, how should we explain the current situation?"

Well--

The middle-aged fat man opened his mouth wide.

He separated the police in surprise, pulled up the man sitting around the table, and asked in surprise: "Why are you not dead? Why are you not dead yet? I heard your screams outside just now..."

As soon as the fat man said this, the man he pulled him up was not happy.

He patted the other party's palm off, and asked in confusion: "I want to ask you, Brother Kitagawa comes to us to bring wine, why do you still stop him outside the door? And call the police?"

Um????

The fat man was confused.

Deliver wine at home?

Blocked outside the door?

Also call the police?

He couldn't help but touch his butt.

My butt still hurts a little.

This can't be an illusion, right?

But...these friends sitting around were all looking at themselves with a confused look on their faces.

This made the fat man a little confused.

Could it be that I am drunk? Acupuncture treats the drunken guy as a murderer?

Is this unscientific?

"What a drink gift guy?" the fat man asked.

"Kubo, are you really drunk too much?" A thin man next to him answered helplessly.

He was still confused, and the police behind him also spoke calmly: "Sir, you are a false alarm, which is a serious waste of police force. According to the current situation, we need you to come to our police station tomorrow to make a record. There should be no problem?"

This policeman is quite professional and can maintain a calm tone in this situation.

The fat man opened his mouth and felt something was wrong, but after thinking about it, he couldn't think of it, so he nodded: "I...I understand."

He couldn't help but look at Kitakawaji, who was sitting in the living room, and grabbed his head.

Maybe I'm really confused?

"Thank you for your cooperation." The police said simply, then glanced at the scene and confirmed that there was no such thing as gambling before leaving.

When the police left, the fat middle-aged man sat down with an upset look on his face. He looked at his friends and was so angry that he was so angry: "Since the guy who delivered the drinks came to the door, then you can tell me in advance? Otherwise, this wouldn't have happened!"

"Fortunately the police didn't ask me to take the transcript today."

He sat down cursingly in his mouth, reached out to drink another sip of wine.

But after a while.

This fat man realized that something seemed wrong.

No one spoke in the room. Except for Kitagawa Temple, who looked cold, everyone was looking at themselves with an extremely desperate expression.

After a while, the thin man asked in a trembling voice: "Why don't you go with the police?!"

He croaked his voice, his face pale, no longer the expression he had just now.

"Ah? What do you mean by saying this? Do you want me to die?" The fat man slammed his wine glass on the table: "Or do you want to leave me to drink? I tell you! There is no door!"

His performance made the other men look even more ugly.

And at this moment, Kitakawaji, who had not spoken, finally spoke.

He asked coldly: "Who told you that I came here to deliver wine?"

"Uh...why are you..." The fat man opened his mouth.

Kitakawaji did not answer this time the fat man, but just stretched out his index finger and pointed under the table expressionlessly.

Under the table—

"What's there?"

The fat man couldn't help but lower his head.

There is no doubt that the under the table is inferior tatami. The tatami has already grown black, but it is still not cleaned.

And what else is there on this tatami?

He couldn't help but open his vision of being confused because of drunkenness.

That was a ‘person’.

Only the upper body is left, the body is covered with blue-white, and the bones are twisted in an incredible arc.

at this time.

The human body is climbing onto his lower body.

Resentful eyes.
Chapter completed!