This bloody smell is even stronger than the one on the female employee!

Even the nearby readers frowned and looked around in confusion, as if they smelled a strange smell.

‘What does this taste like? It’s so strange. Is the hygiene in the bookstore not done well?’

‘Where did it come from?’

Compared to their strange mood, Aoye felt a little nervous.

The eyes passed over the crowded crowd and fell on a more special reader.

Obviously, this is a dead house that stays at home all year round.

Still the so-called "fat man".

The flesh on the neck and chin are stacked together, and the height and width are almost the same as the body, which makes it look greasy to the naked eye.

And he originally had a not so pleasant smell.

For example, the sour smell that sometimes occurs when you don’t take a bath, and the rotten smell remaining from instant noodles, potato chips and other foods.

The fat house happy water left black patches on the wrinkled clothes, emitting a unique smell of sugar water.

Just seeing his appearance, the other guests couldn't help but get a little further away.

However, this gloomy fat man was not ashamed of the dodge of others.

As the saying goes, as long as I am not embarrassed, the embarrassing one is someone else.

He was holding a copy of "Sea of ​​Shadows" - this was a work from [Tingdu Demon Day] two years ago. I think he came to her for signature.

In terms of behavior and appearance, although this reader is a bit strange, he is still in the category of "normal".

After all, most of readers who like lightness are otaku.

Among the otakus, fat people account for a considerable proportion - after all, they stay at home every day, don’t exercise at all, and eat all kinds of junk food, so it would be strange if they don’t soar!

Even though this fat man is a little exaggerated, he is not yet in the scope of being beyond common sense.

On the surface, people do not show too many strange emotions.

But in Aoye's opinion, that's not the case!

The thicker bloody smell than the female employee was shrouded on this fat man, and he could smell the fat smell in the blood.

——People who are too obese have a much higher blood lipid content than ordinary people, and the taste of blood will be different from that of ordinary people. The most extreme example is the legendary "milk blood".

Aoye soon discovered that besides him and the female staff, three or four other people with similar blood scents walked into the Kokji Bookstore.

‘Back behind the second row of bookcases on the left’

‘The seventh person in Ishihara’

‘...’

Aoye silently remembers the positions and appearance of these people in his heart, and he is silent on the surface.

The density of the crowd is really not low at this moment.

As the place where people's eyes gather, any action will undoubtedly cause a lot of riots.

Things are getting in trouble.

Aoye has this perception.

However, for Aoye, he is almost used to this kind of "troubled" life. Not to mention a signing party, he usually has the possibility of encountering abnormal events when he goes out for a while.

Aoye silently sent a message on his mobile phone.

"Hello, Teacher Qing!"

At the front of the team, a pretty young and cute girl was looking at Aoye with admiration, her little face turned red.

——In Japan, professions such as writers and screenwriters are still very status, and they are usually called "sensei" to express their respect.

There are obviously other reasons for this little girl's excitement.

‘I didn’t expect that Teacher Qing would be so beautiful in reality!’

"I am your loyal fan. I have loved your text since the first article. Can you sign me with an autograph?"

The girl brewed for a while, then bowed deeply, and said with a full breath.

"Please give me!"

The attitude is very formal.

"sure."

Aoye smiled gently, and the female reader's heart seemed to melt suddenly.

After signing the letter, the female fan asked carefully.

"That... Teacher Qing, can you take a photo together?"

Aoye did not refuse her request.

It was this that led to the fans who later learned a lesson and asked Ao No for a group photo.

After receiving about a dozen readers, the fat man with bloody smell in the Yamauchi Ryori team next to him had already arrived at the front of the team.

"...Hello, Teacher Yao Ri."

The fat man said hello in a muffled voice.

"You, you...hello!"

Yamauchi Ryorikami was receiving the fans above, and he was already exhausted and sweating profusely, and he was a little incoherent.

She is a veteran otakus and also serves in deep social phobia. If she hadn't wanted to meet someone who wrote that kind of text, she wouldn't have come to participate in this sales signing meeting!

In fact, it is most appropriate to describe the mood of Yamauchi Ryuri's mood as "regrets, it's very regretful".

The fat and fat man in front of him exuded a similar aura.

But this doesn't make Yamauchi Ryohi feel at ease.

Just because there is a strange smell on the other party?

It may be impolite to think about this in my heart, but Ryohi Yamauchi wants to come. This guest hasn't taken a shower for a long time, right?

"Can you sign me...?"

What made the female college writer even more strange was that his voice was also strange, as if there was a sticky liquid stuck in his throat, causing the pronunciation to be less clear.

“… OK, OK!”

Even though I feel a little uneasy in my heart, Ryohi Yamauchi still attaches great importance to his fans.

He nodded conscientiously and took the book from the fat man seriously.

But during the handover, her eyes, which were covered by thick lenses, were stunned.

There were extremely eye-catching blood stains on the fat man's fingers.

It's so eye-catching...a little dazzling!

It sticks to it like some special dirt.

"Hello, this is..."

Yamauchi Ryohiri wanted to remind the guest and spoke in a low voice.

"Teacher Yao Ri, you saw it."

The fat man suddenly spoke and interrupted Ryori Yamauchi's question.

The female college student looked up and saw a strange smile on her fat face.

A cold that freezes the soul quietly climbs onto her back.

In the little eyes, which were squeezed by the fat meat, were almost invisible, there was only a sickly indifference.

"Since you've seen it, why not... see something more beautiful, right?"

"Tear--"

The sound of the fabric being torn apart suddenly sounded.

"Wow—"

There was a sudden uproar from the guests next to them.

What does this guy want to do?

Are you playing hooligan in public?

The readers' poor imagination cannot judge the real situation at this time.

The blood-stained lining was torn apart, revealing the picture that Yamauchi Ryohi would never forget in his life.

From the fat man's chest to the abdomen, a whole piece of scarlet flesh was dug out!

The pale ribs were exposed to the air without any concealment.
To be continued...