血,浓浓的血顺着洗菜池的孔向下水道流去,有时一块块血因为太稠,稠得连自来水都化不开,渐渐地就把出水孔堵住了。刘开水就弯着腰,皱着眉头,用手去划开在下水口的那些血块,头上已经是满头汗珠,汗珠接连不断地坠落,与洗菜池里的血混合着。他的手上也沾满了血,血均匀地覆盖了他那两只满是皱纹的手。看上去倒也不难看,反而 Blood, thick blood along the vegetable pond hole flow to the sewer, and sometimes a block of blood because it is too thick, thick even tap water are not open, and gradually put out the water hole blocked. Liu Kai-shui bent over, frowning, hand to cut open the sewer in those blood clots, his head is already full of sweat, sweat one after another to fall, and wash the pool of blood mixed with. His hands were also covered with blood, blood evenly covering his two wrinkled hands. It does not look ugly, on the contrary