Suddenly, Jack had a bad feeling again. He saw the people on the ground clutching their throats so hard that their fingers were stuck in the wounds. Their thick knuckles were poking in and out of the bright red gaps.,In an instant, blood gushed out of the wound viciously, like a miniature fountain, spurting straight up to the ceiling. It then shattered into splatter after splatter, crashing down onto the ground with a sizzle and pop.,He looked at the ringing phone, making a constant noise, hesitating whether he should answer it.。