Under the light of the dim gas wall lamp, everyone could see that the clothes on the back of the young man were ripped apart, revealing blood-red marks one after another, which seemed to be caused by whipping.

However, no one around was holding a whip, and the victim only screamed just now, unless he was whipped countless times at that moment.

But in this way,

How could no one notice?

"...He's holding a wallet in his hand... Could this be related to the abnormality just now?" Phil, who was thin and thin, glanced at it for a while and said after considering, "May I take it over and have a look?"

Roy thought for a while, nodded slightly and said, "Be careful."

Phil let out a "huh" and walked out of the small round table area. With the help of the crowd of onlookers, he approached the young man who was no longer rolling but just humming in a low voice.

He quietly stretched out his left hand, aiming at the ordinary-looking leather wallet.

"ah!"

Phil suddenly screamed, watching his left hand snap off at the wrist, and fell to the ground with a slap.

At the break, blood gushed out and splashed onto the faces and bodies of the surrounding people.

The scene froze instantly, the drunken drinkers were stunned for a moment, then swallowed their saliva, then turned around, and frantically ran towards the door and the corner!

"It's weird... No one attacked me!" Phil almost fainted from the pain, but he still managed to tell Roy, Byers and Pasha about his "experience".

Roy's eyes narrowed, and he said decisively, "Let's get out of here first!"

He then turned his head and said to Byers: "Pick up Phil's hand and keep it well. I remember that the military doctor Weber I knew before was also from Beldan. He came back here after retiring from the army and opened a private clinic. He, He heals that trauma effectively."

The military doctor named Weber was also an Extraordinary. When he participated in the Southern War, he was promoted step by step, and he had medical skills beyond reality. It was said that he could suture severed limbs and make them as flexible as before.

"Okay." Byers replied without hesitation.

He took a few steps forward, took out a wooden box, picked up Phil's severed hand, and put it in.

At the same time, Pasha used the miraculous ointment bought earlier to initially stop the bleeding from Phil's wound, and did some bandaging.

Immediately afterwards, a group of four left the bar.

After many inquiries, they finally found Weber Clinic with the help of passers-by.

The clinic has not closed yet, and the light from the gas street lamp inside spreads out, casting a hazy yellow.

Roy rang the doorbell politely, and heard ding-dong sounds echoing inside.

However, after several minutes passed, no one came to greet them.

"Drunk?" Pasha glanced at Phil, who was suffering from unbearable pain, and made a guess in doubt.

Roy shook his head: "I remember that Weber is not an alcoholic. He has no other bad habits except being romantic. Maybe, he is..."

While speaking, this man of medium build with many weather marks on his face tentatively pushed the door open, only to find that it was not locked, it was just a cover-up.

As the door opened, Roy, Byers and the others saw two figures.

The two figures hung in the center of the clinic, shaking slightly due to the wind blowing in from outside the door.

That one was a man in his thirties in a white coat, and the other was a young woman in a nurse's uniform. Their lower body was naked, their eyes protruded, their mouths were half-opened, and their tongues protruded. They were hanged from the ceiling by invisible ropes. , with an expression of fear, despair, and bewilderment. JrNovels.com