Chapter 7: Unfriendly neighborhood

"Can we have something to eat?"
No one spoke to anyone, and the voice appeared in Chapman's ear so directly. "≤8" ≤1 "≤zhong" ≤text, www.81zw.com Chapman pinched the wound that once again broke on his shoulder, held a needle to shuttle back and forth, and sutured against the mirror.
It should be painful, but Chapman only feels that something is pulling on his body, which feels like anesthesia.
"Can we have something to eat?" The voice sounded again, and he seemed obsessed. "I haven't eaten in more than ten years. I miss the feeling of biting something. For example."
Chapman's neck stretched out and caught a not-so-clean towel.
Chapman was angry, "No! Yes! Move! Me! Yes! Body! Body!"
Chapman flicked his head in the mirror, but his mouth with missing teeth bit the towel, and refused to let go, "Can we eat? Can we? Can we?"
Chapman gave up and looked at himself in the mirror with a dark face. Is that a person? No, Chapman did not feel like a person. He was more like a rag bag. His skin was pale due to excessive blood loss. The wounds in the vertical and horizontal directions were stitched with cotton thread. Of course, the previous disturbances broke up several more cracks. It's like the beef that has been soaked in water is cut open and grinned abruptly.
Footsteps approached, the bathroom door was opened, and Walter took a full paper bag and glanced at Chapman's sturdy back, the broken wound, frowning, "Let you not move! Let me go!" Towel! Get down! "
Chapman, wrong, Wandel loosened his bitten towel and walked out of the bathroom to lie on the sand honestly. Chapman hated this situation of turning away from strangers, he tried to resist, but now his body is no longer under his control, he has no choice, he does not feel that he is still personal.
Walter took out the living debris in the upper layer of the paper bag, exposing the alcohol, cotton swabs, gauze ... squatting beside the sand, and began to sew carefully.
"Walter, I want to eat. Bayi? Chinese ▼ Wen ??. Www.81zw.com ■" Wandel lying on the sand of Walter. With his head sideways, his bruised and small wounded face was squeezed by the cushion, and there was actually a wronged expression, "I want to eat. Have you bought anything to eat?"
Walter mouthed, "Do you want to die soon! Your stomach, uh." Walter frowned, talking to the filming man, which was really troublesome. Walter often confuses who is the guy in front of him, "Chapman, your stomach is useless, you can't eat."
But Walter already has a little trick. It looks like Wandel looks harmless and innocent, and Chapman looks evil and angry.
"When are you going to let me go!" It was Chapman now. The wounds on his shoulders and arms were cracked by the muscles that were strained hard, but the body without anybody holding on could not get up. Wandel still controls his limbs.
"Do you want to go?" Walter's forehead twitched with irritability, the blue muscles beating, "Don't get me wrong. I wish you could go quickly! In fact, you can go out now and you can catch up with the two policemen who are investigating outside!"
The wound on his back cracked a few more times, and someone was obviously desperately fighting for body control.
The knock on the door rang.
Walter Xun turned back, and the hand holding the gauze instinctively pressed Chapman's mouth that was struggling, urging quietly, "Wandel, hide!"
The body on the sand jumped quickly, the patched body was extremely agile, swept the medical objects on the table, and hid in the bathroom.
"Barton Police." The knocker urged.
Walt looked around. Except for the mess, there is no doubtful place, walked to the door, opened the door, and looked at the two people at the door with a puzzled look.
The badge wobbled in front of Walter. "Barton Police Department, Detective Coulson, this is Detective Lance. We have some questions and want to ask you. Mind if we come in?"
Walter watched that the middle-aged detective had already looked in the probe, his eyes crossed himself, and his eyes were quickly swept indoors. ∮ 八 ∮ 一 ∮ 中 ∮ text, www.81ｚw.COM Walter's lips ripped up. Exposing half of the front teeth, half frowned, "Mind." Walter walked out of the door impatiently and closed the door. "What's the matter, detective?"
The middle-aged man who claimed to be Detective Coulson whispered, and seemed to be complaining about people in this neighborhood who did not cooperate. He looked at Walter in front of him, "Where have I seen you? You look familiar."
The impatient expression on Walter's face grew heavier, "because I just walked by you."
Coulson grunted awkwardly, and the young detective named Lance next to him seemed impatient with his partner. He quickly lifted a photo and held it in front of Walter. "We just want to ask, have you seen Is this person? "
"No." Walter looked at Chapman in the police uniform and shook his head. He hoped it was not the one he burned.
"He may look a little different." Detective Lance (James) added with a wrinkle. "He may be injured."
Walter pursed his lips. It was not possible. If the police uniform was completely damaged and soaked in blood, he wouldn't want to burn it and waste it. You know, as a professional liar, a set of police uniform can give him a lot of business ...
"I said, I have never seen this guy." Walter's voice was impatient.
The two police detectives glanced at each other and sighed, the residents in this area were not very friendly. But they cannot blame them. The city of Barton had a good outlook when it opened here, but it turned out that it was full of semi-finished housing, and it was normal for people living here to be hostile to all governments.
The young Lance detective was somewhat frustrated and took out a business card. "If you have anything, please contact us. Patton Police will be very grateful." He was about to numb at this sentence.
Walter took it, glanced it, and tucked it into his pocket, still glancing at the two impatiently. "Are you all right? You can leave if you are all right." After that, she turned and opened the door, turning the two detectives Closed outside.
Coulson was silent for a while, shook his head, and James walked out of the front porch of this man who didn't even bother to reveal his name. "We can't find anything here." Coulson complained, "This film What's going on in the area! Not even homeless! "
As long as the homeless people in the North District give ten yuan, they are willing to say anything, although there are many homeless people living in those unfinished houses, but as long as the two are close, they will stay away!
James frowned, Chapman's car stopped at the junction of north and south, and the blood stains extended to the south and disappeared. He knew a little bit about this area, but it still came from Ravenci. When Ravench introduced James to the stronghold they found here, he once said, "This is the place where the city is not the city, the country is not the country. With the problems of the city of Barton, this place was completely abandoned, even The southeast of the North District is not as good as it is absolutely safe here. "
"We should contact the people of the Southern District Bureau. He knows more about this place." James made a very reasonable proposal.
Korsen vetoed directly, "What do we say? A police officer in the North District is missing?" Korsen shook his head, knowing that there would be no results, and went to the next house that seemed to be inhabited.
"Hey! You guys!" A loud female voice sounded, "I see you!"
The two detectives turned their heads and looked like a woman. They looked middle-aged, but their messy heads and tattered dirty sweaters indicated that she was a homeless person.
"I saw you talking to that guy!" The woman shrunk behind the wall, pointing one hand at the house they had just visited, Walter, holding the wall with one hand, and the knuckles were white with force.
"What's wrong with that guy?" Coulson raised his chin and walked to the woman. It is rare that there is a wandering woman who has not run away, he is not going to let it go. Such people usually know a lot of things, and they are the cheapest informants for the police.
The woman saw the other person approaching, trembling with fear, but did not hide. Coulson stood intimately at a safe distance, his tone slowed down a lot, "What's wrong with him. You can tell us that we are the police." Coulson shook the badge and started to pay directly.
Looking at a ten-dollar bill, the woman's face actually showed a disgusted look. In her mind, one hundred is enough! We all know who set this standard.
But she still took the banknotes, and then her face became serious, but her dirty face and eyes prevented her from taking it seriously, and felt a little nervous.
"He is the devil!" The woman lowered her voice, maybe she found it so easy to convince, "He can summon the undead! He can talk to them!"
Coulson felt a bit heartbroken.
"How do you know?" James frowned, glancing at his partner and asked.
"I can hear!" The woman saw someone willing to pay attention, and moved closer to the two, "Every midnight! I can hear him talking to them! Very small! But I can hear!"
James glanced at Coulson, also took out his wallet, took out a piece of fifty dollars, and handed it to the woman. James is the son of a general, do n’t forget, "Did you hear anything last night?"
At fifty, the woman took it with satisfaction, "Not last night. It was quiet last night, but at other times he will talk to the undead! Trust me!"
James was disappointed. They were not unseen by the homeless tramps. The tricks these guys used to do were exaggerated. Usually ‘once’ will become ‘everyday’ in their mouth, and ‘occasional’ will become ‘frequently’. So James thought that the other party heard something last night and exaggerated it to be heard every day.
But this one seems to be the opposite, or she didn't exaggerate to the right position. James had been too lazy to say anything, and waved, "Thank you."
"You have to be careful!" The woman looked at the two, and finally added before turning around and leaving, "Don't get close! He is the devil!"
Watching the two detectives walk towards the other house, Walter was relieved by the window. This woman is really troublesome! (To be continued.)