The throat is considered "ritual".

But no matter what method it is, although it seems to be feudal superstition, it is actually more like a simple but occasionally useful psychological treatment method passed down from generation to generation.

It's just... Wei Ran couldn't help but sigh again when he looked at the person lying on the bed.

Although Tao Canhua has killed people, even though he has killed people more than once, he has killed his friends with his own hands and killed his friends despite being called a traitor and a traitor. Such a blow and psychological burden is beyond what he can bear at his age.

What can be cured by "screaming and frightening" that is not even as good as dancing?

"Brother Wei Ran, he...what happened to him?"

Qiushi looked at Wei Ran with tears in her eyes and asked, "Sister Moli said that he followed you and Mr. Somegu out for a trip in the afternoon, and that's it. He didn't tell the lady, and we weren't allowed to ask."

"It's okay, it's nothing." Wei Ranqiang responded with energy, "It's just... I'm just scared."

"Can..."

"Qiushi, go ask Mama Yang to borrow a whetstone." Wei Ran said slightly tiredly.

Hearing this, Qiushi was stunned. Although she didn't know what Wei Ran was going to do, she immediately stood up and ran out of the room. Soon after, she brought back a whetstone that was as big as a leather shoe and had an irregular shape.

.

"Let's go out first"

Wei Ran waved his hand gently. Qiushi looked at Wei Ran and then at Tao Canhua who was lying on the bed, hesitating to speak. Finally, he gritted his teeth and left the room, and helped close the door.

Taking a deep breath, Wei Ran dipped the whetstone in the wash basin, then took out the Mauser bayonet that had killed an unknown number of people from the metal book, and carefully polished the remaining parts on the whetstone.

The blade smells of blood.

After a while, he polished the blade lines on both sides until they were sharp, then wiped them on his sleeves, imitating how his grandfather would scare him when he was scared when he was a child, and stuffed the bayonet that replaced the butcher knife.

Under Tao Canhua's pillow.

Hope it's useful...

Wei Ran muttered something to comfort him, picked up the Leica camera that belonged to Yukio Sometani and left Tao Canhua's room. He dragged his tired body to the second floor, where he met Mei Xiang and others who were still drinking tea, chatting and playing mahjong.

After saying hello enthusiastically, he got into the darkroom, locked the door, closed the light-blocking wooden door and drew the heavy curtains.

It wasn't until the room became completely invisible that he slowly sat on the floor holding on to the wall, pressed hard against the wall behind him, and wiped away the tears he had endured for too long - he was actually also frightened.
Chapter completed!