The Devil's Snot (6)

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‘What the hell?’

I’d just heard something I shouldn’t have.

The soldier’s words were slurred.

It was a sign that his tongue wasn’t moving properly.

‘He can’t be drunk.’

I ruled out the possibility that he was intoxicated.

The moment my thoughts reached that point, a chill ran down my spine.

I wasn’t the only one who seemed to have realized it.

“Professor. That man……”...