The barbecue stall was busy and noisy at night. With a bang, one person fell down from the roof and another person fell less than one meter next to me.
I frowned and looked at the table. The meat skewers that had just been served were stained with plasma, and some broken bones fell on the table.
"What a pity."
My younger brother had already backed away in fear, and I was the only one still sitting in front of the whole table.
After a while, there were screams everywhere, and people eating barbecue were running around. I slowly filled a glass of wine, and threw the cigarette case to the ground in disgust, and three cigarettes happened to be scattered.
When I got up, I hung my wine glass at the corner of my clothes, and the transparent liquid flowed down the table to the ground, gradually mixing with the blood on the ground...
