what's the situation?
The yellow-haired young man looked at the black cat, whose neck was still making milky sounds in response to Roland after being lifted up, with a confused look on his face.
When he was in school, he and other friends once went to hunt stray cats. With the character of this kind of animal, once it is frightened, it should be very vigilant to others afterward, but that black cat was just killed by him. He had attacked, but after bumping into that guy, he acted like a normal person.
Is there something abnormal about this guy? Huang Mao turned sideways and looked at Roland who was holding the black cat in confusion - the clothes were very neat, looked good in style, and very new. They were neatly dressed from head to toe, with a sense of indifference and indifference. The temperament of alienation.
The most impressive thing is probably the long nails, which are probably three centimeters long. How long has it been since this guy cut them? His hands are obviously so clean.
At first glance, he looks like the kind of guy who has found a job, works in a high-rise company, and has a promising future. He is completely different from a guy like himself who is often fired.
Tsk, Huang Mao secretly spat, and a thought naturally arose in his heart.
——Let’s put a hit on this guy.
As a guy who already has a deep reputation, Huang Mao is already familiar with this kind of thing.
He took out two cans of beer from his bag and walked towards Roland.
"Hey, are you okay? The cat didn't hurt you, did it?"
Roland glanced at the wine cans scattered around the young man and the wet streak of beer splashed on the wall. He understood what had happened before. He slowly squatted down, put the black cat on the ground, and gently He stroked it lightly and patted the other person's tail, signaling him to leave quickly.
Obviously there is no such effect when interacting with other animals, but for some reason, Roland has always been favored by cats recently. No matter how ferocious the cat is, it will obediently roll out its belly in front of him, and can be hugged or petted casually.
Until the end, Roland could not find out the reason, and could only blame it on the influence of Killer Queen's cat ears.
Therefore, he had no intention of talking to the yellow-haired young man. After watching the cat leave in three steps, he stood up, picked up the bag in his hand again, and walked towards the depths of the alley.
The yellow-haired young man who was rejected by the conversation did not feel embarrassed. He turned sideways and stood in front of Roland. He handed an unopened can of wine to Roland and said in a disgusting glib tone.
"Hey, didn't you hear me, little brother? Forget it, meeting each other is fate. I am drinking alone here but I am very bored. Come and have a drink. You won't give me any face, right?"
Roland frowned, and moved his hand away without touching the other person's clothes through the hem of his clothes.
"No, I already have an appointment today."
Huang Mao, who was rejected, was about to get angry when he suddenly turned his eyes and consciously moved out of the way.
Seeing that the other party was quite familiar, Roland had no intention of asking for trouble. He ignored the other party and walked forward along the street lamp. Then, when Roland was already beside the yellow-haired young man.
Huang Mao moved suddenly and grabbed the paper bag hidden by Roland, his eyes shining with greed.
"It wouldn't be a good thing to hide something secretly and go home at such a late hour. This is not okay, little brother!"
Huang Mao's fingers tightly grasped the brown paper bag, like a crow trying to catch its prey. This kind of paper bag was quite tough and not easy to snatch. His original purpose was to tear it into pieces.
"puff……"
Inside the paper bag, something wrapped tightly in foam fell to the ground. It was a display cabinet made of hard plastic. Under the light of the street lamp, Huang Mao squinted his eyes and saw the whole thing. .
——It was a pair of delicate, pale, lifeless, severed hands.
"Ahhhh——!"
Under the dark night and dim street lights, the impact of a pair of severed hands was too strong. Huang Mao subconsciously took a step back and fell to the ground in a panic. He raised his head and looked at Roland, who was stunned on the spot. .
The other person's face had no expression until this moment, but his pupils were darker, like ice that could not be melted away.
Roland threw away the damaged brown paper bag, looked at the cowering Huang Mao, and made an indifferent voice.
"So didn't I say that? I have an appointment tonight."
Then, he ignored Huang Mao and walked towards the place where the severed hand fell. Seeing that the other party had no intention of killing anyone, Huang Mao's pounding heart relaxed a little.
After calming down, Huang Mao glanced at the severed hand subconsciously. After getting rid of the influence of the atmosphere, he quickly discovered that something was wrong.
The cross-section of the severed hands is too clean, and the color is consistent with the overall color, just like a model...
After discovering clues that something was wrong, as if to redeem himself from his previous embarrassing performance, he quickly found the key clues.
In the corner of the box, the name of a store is engraved with an inconspicuous name. These severed hands are just more exquisite hand molds.
Bastard, you were fooled by something like this!
Under the influence of the alcohol, Huang Mao glanced at the cat and wanted to do the same thing. He crawled a few steps, wanted to grab a can of beer, and smashed it at the hand model that fell on the ground.
Roland turned around and looked at Huang Mao's movements without any reaction. The moment Huang Mao touched the beer, a silent thunder suddenly fell on Huang Mao.
"Ahhh! My hand..."
Huang Mao let out a wailing that was far more pitiful than before, covering the hand that suddenly exploded from the wrist, looking at the gurgling blood flow, his heart was filled with fear.
Roland, on the other hand, opened the box unhurriedly, put the severed hands against his face and rubbed them gently. Only then did Huang Mao realize that the hand model was very similar to Roland's hands. It should be... It was customized based on himself.
However, at this time, Huang Mao could no longer care about so much.
"Go and call someone, go and call someone, it hurts, it hurts!"
As Huang Mao's wailing became more intense, Roland slowly put the opponent into the lining of his coat and walked slowly towards him. Then, he kicked Huang Mao who was trying to crawl out of the alley. Mao kicked back again.
"Did you know? The price of this pair of custom-made hand models is 60,000 yen. I spent all the extra bonus the store manager gave me and my previous salary to get it. And I can obviously get more wealth easily, but Still living a step-by-step life, what do you think this means?”
"I don't know, please help..."
Before Huang Mao could finish speaking, Roland kicked the opponent's cheek away.
"This shows that I am content, live a clean life, be upright, honest and trustworthy. I, Roland, just want to live a peaceful life, so tell me,"
Roland's voice got louder and louder. After speaking, as if he was still upset, he stepped on the opponent's severed hand and crushed it several times with his shoe.
"——Why should I be entangled with a dirty bastard like you?"
