In July, New York City was like a steamer.
This season was the season when mosquitoes were rampant. Walking on the road, one could hear the buzzing sound.
Pa, pa, pa!
Jack slept on the bed and waved his arms three times.
Suddenly, the world went silent.
But in the next second, the buzzing sound started again.
"Damn it! Call me again and I'll judge you." Jack's state of mind collapsed.
Facing so many drug dealers and murderers, the Death Inquisitor's state of mind actually collapsed because of the mosquitoes. If this was spread out, it would definitely be a hot spot for the explosion.
In the morning, Jack woke up to wash up. Jack had squashed a mosquito on his face and saw a smear of blood on his face. He was instantly stunned.
"Did I go on a killing spree last night?" Jack took the mosquito's corpse and threw it into the trash can. He said doubtfully, "But why do I have no impression of it at all?"