In Terra, she is a hunter and a bad woman.

"Uncle Big Potato..."

"It's so late, you should be sleeping, little musician Tessie"

The man called Big Potato by the girls was a short, chubby man.

His size might have held him in a certain rank among Durin, but his build was far beyond the ordinary level.

The thick limbs look bulky, but underneath the fat are muscles that are trained in daily life.

The strange leather jacket on his body contained various carpentry tools, but it made no sound when he walked, and the gaps formed by the pockets looked like the occasional undulations on a potato.

That's why he's called Big Potato.

"But...I want to do something for everyone."

Little Tesi obviously knew that it was impossible for him to continue running today, so he pouted helplessly and tried to fight for it again.

But the man shook his head slightly.

"No, my little musician, look at you, your fingers are all purple."

The big potato man was still standing in the shadows, his words were very affirmative, but he did not take any corresponding action.

The girl also pouted stubbornly.

"I'm fine, Uncle Big Potato..."

"Be good, Tessie."

The man called Big Potato spoke in a slightly harsher tone, and little Tessie became a little frightened.

For a group of Carters who only like stability, a harsh tone will make them uneasy.

So did Tessie.

Although she still wanted to finish the last piece of music, she also noticed the man's stiff face and felt a little scared.

After considering it for a while, she lowered her head dejectedly.

"Okay, Uncle Big Potato."

"That's right, this is what an obedient little musician should be."

The big potato man's tone relaxed a little, sounding less harsh.

"Come here, little Tessie, I'll take you home."

The man said and waved to Tessie again.

Tessi also took two steps forward, and just as she was about to get closer to the other person, she suddenly jumped back in fright.

My ears are tense.

"Uncle Big Potato, why do you look so ugly?"

Tessi asked with some concern.

The man was silent for a while, then smiled again.

"What are you talking about, my little musician Tessie...isn't that what I am?"

As the man spoke, he took a step forward.

But the stiff movements made people frown, especially when Tessi realized that when the other party was in the action team, his knees did not bend at all... The stiff movements were completely unlike those of a living person.

This made Tessie a little uneasy.

But soon, she noticed the problem in the other person's words.

"Uncle Big Potato...how do you...know my name?"

The girl took a few steps back cautiously.

In the Carters family, nicknames actually represent names.

And the real name is just like a nickname.

When normal people communicate, do they call out their normal name and nickname together?

It was just a joke once or twice, but the other party has already mentioned it several times...

This forced the girl to re-examine the man in front of her.

Besides, the girl and the boy didn't have much interaction. The other party knew that she was a little musician, but it was unlikely that he knew her name was Tessi.

The potato uncle in front of me... is not right!

The girl took a few steps back cautiously, wanting to escape.

But obviously, there was no way she could hide her intention from the man in front of her.

After a brief silence, the man suddenly attacked and stretched out his hand!

Tessie still wanted to run and call for help.

But she obviously underestimated the man's dexterity.

The seemingly round body came to the girl's side almost instantly and grabbed the girl's neck.

The moment her mouth opened slightly, the rough, textured hand suddenly covered her mouth.

But what made the girl open her eyes wide and look terrified was not that she was caught at this moment.

It was because she felt that the other person was covering her mouth at this moment, just like a person wearing a glove that didn't fit his hand.

She could clearly feel the texture of the gloves and the feel of the palm as the 'bone' inside.

just like……

At this moment, Uncle Potato seemed to be "worn" outside by someone!

This discovery made the girl tremble and widen her eyes.

She raised her eyes in horror, hoping that this guess was just a random thought caused by hearing too many horror stories recently.

But when she actually saw the wrinkled, even blood-stained skin and the eyes staring at her full of malice and greed under the "skin" coat, she felt her heart suddenly sink.

Her body froze almost instantly. She could no longer feel any connection between her body and brain. She could no longer feel the suffocating feeling of being trapped in her body, and she could no longer feel the strange feeling brought by the weird contact.

All she could feel now was... the confusion and helplessness that surged into her heart.

But this emotion only lasted for a short moment before she suppressed it.

Her little brain seemed to have suddenly grown by leaps and bounds, and she quickly made a judgment.

This is an enemy invasion... I must remind everyone!

She struggled, trying to sense her body.

At this time, she found that she was still holding the violin that had not been discarded.

There are beautiful patterns and signatures on the violin... as well as simple, stick figures of her father, mother, and herself drawn by herself.

The hesitation only lasted for a moment before the girl suddenly came to her senses.

She seemed to have made a decision and threw her bound hands away with all her strength!

"Oh!"

The violin slammed hard against the wall, making an unpleasant noise.

Soon, some of those who were light sleepers, or who had not slept at all, and who were listening to the girl playing the violin noticed that something was wrong.

They leaned their heads out and looked out onto the street, trying to figure out what was happening.

But unfortunately, after watching for a while, they found that the clean streets were empty.

"Misheard?"

Several Casters who lived on the second floor looked at each other and shook their heads slightly.

After calling the girl again, he felt something was wrong.

But at this moment, in the dark alley, the voice of Uncle Potato was heard again.

"It's okay, everyone, take a rest. The little musician fell a little, it's no big deal."

"That's it..."

The Casters nodded slightly... Their trust in their 'family' made them seem extremely united, but it was also because of this trust in their 'family' that they became blind.

After all…how could 'family' harm me?

After a few pauses, the Casters went back to rest one after another, and no one even called Tessi to make sure whether the girl was safe.

This made the girl whose mouth was covered by a man in the alley look even more gloomy.

it's over...

"It was really thrilling..."

After confirming that everyone had gone back, the man slowly spoke.

The low tone was filled with mockery.

"I've always heard that you, Custer, weren't very good at fighting, but I didn't expect you to be so quick-witted... You almost got exposed."

The man smiled, and with his free hand, he took out his sticky hand, which was not sure if it was stained with blood or something, and grabbed the girl's ears. After a brief confirmation, he chuckled.

"But...it's worth it. After all, their defenses are getting denser and denser, and it's getting harder and harder to catch the right person...But I'm really lucky to have met you..."

As the man spoke, his fingers slid and then gently pinched the girl's neck.

Using both hands at the same time, the girl's neck gradually twisted.

But unfortunately, it was obviously impossible for the girl to compete with the opponent just relying on the strength of her neck.

She could feel her neck twisting with the force, approaching her limit step by step.

She had sensed some fatal threat and her struggle became more intense.

But compared to the obviously unusual man, her struggle seemed ridiculous.

As the force continued to be exerted, her breathing became more and more difficult and her face became more and more ugly.

The bones in his neck made a slight crackling sound, which seemed to foreshadow something.

The other party did not seem to be in a hurry to kill the girl. He just chuckled, enjoying the pain of twisting the girl's neck while the girl struggled in vain.

The more the girl struggled, the gentler his movements became.

Before reaching the limit, he would keep exerting pressure, occasionally stopping once or twice to watch the other party's dying struggle after seeing hope.

It's really interesting.

And Tessi was indeed struggling.

She kept fighting against the man's power, trying to find a chance to save herself.

But unfortunately, this chance of rescue seems a bit far away for the girl.

Even though she had already exerted her greatest strength, she still felt that the man's hands controlling her neck and head were like two ancient rocks. The more she resisted, the more she felt the pain brought by the force that responded in return.

What was even more painful was that every time she was exhausted and wanted to take a breath, the arm would exert force again and try to break her neck.

This forced her to cheer up and fight against it again.

But despair was gradually written all over her face.

"Although I really want to see how long you can hold on, it's not safe here after all. It's better to leave early."

After playing for a while, the man also looked around.

Although he was confident that he had handled the guarding well, but... there were unexpected events in life, so it was better not to be too playful with such things.

Thinking of this, his smile gradually faded. He silently leaned the back of the girl's head against his chest, his hands still pinching the girl's neck and head. He closed his eyes with a pious look on his face.

"May your pitiful soul find the peace that belongs to you in the holy land..."

He spoke in a calm and gentle tone, with a dignified posture as if he were praying a holy prayer.

But his actions were completely different from the temperament he displayed.

The arm that was constantly exerting force could break the girl's slender neck at any time...

then……

"pat..."