"It doesn't have to be blood...flesh? Body tissue? Or something else?" Bai Su clicked on several possibilities, but the pool of mud opposite him didn't respond. "I don't have the ability to communicate..."

Silt is still repeating the previous operation, probably because it failed a few times, and its jumping angle is even weirder.

The black-haired young man stepped back continuously, stepping on raised cardboard or boxes from time to time. He was not tripped, but his route changed and he was rubbed several times by the mud.

No matter how many times it is rubbed, the mud will never turn into a white sludge.

On the contrary, after Bai Su got tired of this back and forth, he stretched out his hand forward.

He grabbed the tail of the mud that shouldn't have been captured, but the mud was still moving forward. As soon as the two forces intersected, the tail ended up being docked.

The mud was forced to remain in Bai Su's palm, and the dark mass was still flowing.

Perhaps realizing that he was separated, the flowing part in Bai Su's hand suddenly shrank and then exploded, forming a puddle like an open piece of cloth that was about to cover the entire hand.

Silt's idea was beautiful, but it was quickly shattered by reality.

Male hands held it down.

"Yes, there are walls on both sides, and there are only a few trash cans placed there. I can barely pass people through to the other end."

An Xiangwen, Bagu Hospital.

An Xiangwen leaned back for a while before sitting up again.

Falling alone... plural sights, nothing more?

"You can see the whole thing at a glance. If you were the only one at that time, why would Brother Bai ask that?"

Xiao Jiang also nodded to the person: "Do you want to register your name when you retreat over there?"

The patient under the hospital bed quietly cast his gaze, as if he saw a wisp of blue-white soul floating out of the mouth of the curly-haired young man.

At this point, the investigation is in trouble. At most, it will be difficult to find the man who introduced the job.

After Xiaojiang finished the bite, his eyes fell directly behind the body of the mud that was still trying to change.

After all, I still remember that yesterday I took advantage of the authority of a human male to go to the archives to read the information. Now Xiaojiang is in charge of whether An Xiangwen can remember it, and pours everything he can into the ears of the curly-haired young man.

Does that mean that the mud will escape?

As I was thinking about it, I heard the sound of no one’s footsteps getting closer.

Because of my position, this passerby who came to retreat asked doubtfully: "Excuse me, can I come in?"

I rubbed my knuckles one by one, crumpled the wet paper into a ball, and threw it back into the trash can.

When the passers-by walked away, you could hear me muttering loudly: "What's wrong... stand in the middle... blocking the road..."

An Zhaozhi: "Stop, stop, stop, Brother Bai, please remember!"

An Xiangwen figured out a reason after sleeping all night in the hospital, and on the seventh day when he saw An Zhao who suddenly came to visit him, he also figured out a reason.

Xiao Jiang asked fiercely: "Do you remember?"

The curly-haired young man's eyes became confused. Waiting for this, he looked at the mobile phone in his hand in confusion, wondering what he had just planned to do.

——Some things related to Xiaojiang are bad things.

As he walked, the white-haired young man thought regretfully that the space outside his home had been used to make room, and these two rooms still belonged to the Noodle Man.

The next second, the muddy figure standing behind the eyes left a white light under the retina, grazing the signs of the surrounding stores, and jumped to the roof and disappeared.

"No, no, no, Brother Bai can eat all of it."

I reacted and realized that the staff member who came from the community was someone I knew and was referring to the incident of Da Jiang falling in front of my house.

The only thing that needs to be considered is whether there will be conflict if the two are placed outside the same room, or should I go back and separate the space? For the size of the noodles, two square meters should be enough...

After you leave, you have to put on a good show.

"I bought it casually. It's a bad idea to come empty-handed. Can't you just eat an apple?"

Seeing that the silt would appear again, Xiaojiang continued walking towards home.

Xiao Jiang stood up with satisfaction, packed up the things at the bottom of the cabinet, dug out a plastic bag and picked out the fruits in the fruit basket.

"It's trouble, it's trouble. Mr. Bai's door is open at this moment, which almost affects him." A staff member who knows the face said, "Mr. Bai's dog can open the door. It's really stupid."
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Patient in the next bed: Well, do you need help ringing the bell? Is it really going to be okay!

"Yes." The ordinary department member who was asked scratched his head, "Special medical visits are necessary, and those who come to work are in need."

"We are here to ask you about the mutual aid association." The curly-haired young man touched his chin and said, "You have told everything you can. The police seemed to have rushed over very slowly."

"Oh oh oh..." The curly-haired young man believed it, "But there are some bad things to say in this alley. You haven't said it yet when you were surrounded by these policemen yesterday."

An Xiangwen:......

It happened that the shops on both sides that were open at night had not removed their door panels, so there were a few people missing from the avenue at that time.

With just one finger, the mud was so heavy that it could no longer move. Something foreign was trapped in the black mucus.

Yes, what are the conditions for the appearance and disappearance of silt?

Leave Xiaojiang standing here, still stuck in the middle of the road.

An Xiangwen's treatment during that time he was hospitalized has not improved compared with that since. Although I still paid for it myself, there is no double ward.

"I just walked away from the street and was about to bend down to pick up my mobile phone. I saw nothing rushing towards me from the corner of my eye. It must be a cat."

An Zhao, who came for the latter purpose, signed and wrote the date as instructed. However, because of his ordinary nature and when he walked to the door of the ward he wanted to go to, he was stopped by the humans who rushed in.

I did stop An Zhao from exiting the door, but my eyes weren't a bit strange.

"He was the only one in this alley at that time?"

Then human hands balled it up and compressed the mud into a small ball, which was as big as a mochi snack and could be swallowed in one bite.

The place where the mutual aid meeting was held was found to have no clue, and the man who was named and introduced the job was found to be a fake identity.

After thinking about it and studying the changes in treatment, the curly-haired young man came to a conclusion - because my brother Bai followed him and left the hospital.

Silt understands what happened, and it also knows what the part disconnected from it suffered.

The memory exchange took a few minutes. When he opened his eyes under the sofa, Xiao Jiang fell into deep thought.

If I have to describe it, the words "Why is it him again" are not engraved in my eyes.

My home is quite small.

The passers-by were shocked by this sight. Just when I was thinking about whether taking the high road was the right choice, the passers-by passed Xiao Jiang and nothing happened.

The curly-haired young man sat in the ward with an expression on his face and looked at the fruit basket placed under the cabinet.

Human eyes haven't passed Xiao Jiang's body yet. I noticed something a few seconds ago and moved my eyes back.

Xiaojiang paused and took care of himself. Before he finished reciting, he looked at the curly-haired young man leaning against the pillow with his eyes focused and his lips slightly open, as if he was confiding something.

Xiaojiang thought for a while, then touched the edge of the fruit basket and took out a brochure - the brochure of Tuochuan Company that I carried out.

Although a noodle man with noodles has not yet been placed, it is still possible to add beach mud.

Is that a lack of reaction? It’s just not as obvious as other humans.

The curly-haired young man cast an even more puzzled gaze, a feeling of confusion arose spontaneously, and a sour smell seemed to fill the air.

The human-shaped mud shuddered humanely, and the raised question mark under his face became more and more obvious.

That's right. Were we all brothers in need the next few times? Why did Brother Bai get into trouble that time?

"Actually, Brother Bai, given your relationship, you can't just bring something like that here."

An Xiangwen looked dumbfounded, and I asked doubtfully: "Brother Bai, is that...?"

I first went to the room where I was hiding to have lunch, then looked at the duration of the live broadcast room, and was satisfied to see that it had not increased in the two days I was there.

Before Xiaojiang returned home, he first attracted concern and condolences from the community.

"He... what is the relationship between the people outside and him?"

The white-haired young man immediately knew that he had to go back.

My seventh glance at the passerby caused him to slow down and leave the avenue as if he was being chased by some evil beast.

The humans spoke loud enough, but Xiaojiang could still hear them.

Comparing it with the human being observed last night, An Zhao believed that the two of them were in a different stage.

"Hey, Brother Bai, what were you talking about just now?"

I'm just a special citizen passing by.

Why don’t the symptoms of community worker Dajiang look familiar at all?

The place where the mutual aid meeting is held is not a special rentable room. A group of people sit around here and take turns speaking, and then have some free communication.

By chance, the man turned his head and scanned the people around him.

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To be continued...