Chapter 3 There are not many pedestrians on the dark-red street at midnight, but the cold wind rustles the leaves on the street from time to time.
A waning moon cast its pale moonlight slantingly on the cold cement road, and the shadows of the telephone poles beside the road extended straight into the darkness of the street.
A figure staggered slowly out from the end of the shadow of the telephone pole. There was not much left in the beer bottle in his hand, and the alcohol inside kept stirring with his body. The smoky smell of alcohol came from Ling Fan.
emanating from the body.
This was Ling Fan's first time drinking, and he got drunk. He felt that he was too depressed! His brother's sudden death weighed on Ling Fan like a heavy stone, making him breathless. He needed to be released, and the pain
The joy was released without any scruples, so he went to drink wine, a whole box of wine.
"Ah..." Ling Fan fell to his knees on the ground, looking up to the sky and crying bitterly. The tears that burst out were flowing down Ling Fan's face carelessly, "Brother, who killed me?"
Yours, what on earth is it?! I must find it for you and kill it with my own hands!!" Ling Fan shouted frantically, and dropped the wine bottle in his hand to the ground, shattering it into pieces, sadly.
The shouts suddenly echoed through the dark streets, echoing for a long time.
The dormitory was dark, with only the pale moonlight shining on the table.
Ling Fan touched the button next to the door, and suddenly the dim light illuminated every corner of the dark and narrow bedroom. Ling Fan locked the door from the inside with a bang, and took out the black memo from his arms unsteadily.
The cover shone with a psychedelic light in the dim light.
Ling Fan stared at the black cover and pressed his hands tightly on it. Although he had seen this cover many times, every time he saw it, he still felt a strange feeling coming from it, as if there was some terrifying devil inside.
It would suddenly jump out and bite him at any time. Ling Fan took a breath and once again picked up the page with two fingers, ready to turn it.
Suddenly, a creepy feeling eroded Ling Fan, and the feeling that made his skin shiver seeped in from the window in front of his desk. Although Ling Fan kept his head down and stared at the memo, his hands were slightly agitated.
Trembling, all his thoughts were focused on the glass window in front of the table. Ling Fan could vaguely feel a pair of eyes staring at him from behind the window.
Two blood-red eyes like copper bells stared at Ling Fan inside like wild beasts through the blurred window. There was no emotion in those eyes, only the breath of death, and drops of blood seeping out of the eye sockets.
Staring at the memo in Ling Fan's hand.
"Ah..." Ling Fan screamed, and his feet suddenly trembled and he fell down from the folding chair. However, he held on to the memo with both hands and kept kicking his feet back.
But when Ling Fan stared at the glass again, he found that there was nothing behind the glass, only a crescent moon exuding pale light through the blurred glass.
Cold sweat has soaked Ling Fan's back, and his lips kept trembling: "It's not an illusion! Those horrible bloody eyes just now can't be my illusion!!"
Ling Fan jumped up from the floor, opened the bedroom door, and ran wildly outside the house.
"Come out! Get out of here!!" Ling Fan stood on the empty street, the pale moonlight shining on Ling Fan's angry face.
"Don't you just want the memo in my hand?! Come on! Come and take it from my hand!!" Ling Fan raised the memo in his hand high and turned his head rapidly, looking for what he had just seen at the window.
That red shadow I saw before.
"Give it to me!!" A sharp howl, like coming from hell, came from above Ling Feng's head.
Ling Fan was shocked and quickly looked up, only to see a huge black shadow clinging to the telephone pole. The huge figure blocked all the pale moonlight, and a bunch of shadows were cast on Ling Fan's pale and frightened face.
The black shadow slowly slid down from the telephone pole, as if floating down.
What kind of thing is this? It looks human but not human. It is covered in a blood-red robe. Its long hair completely covers its face, leaving only a pair of blood-red eyes as big as copper bells, which shoot out
Two terrifying gazes like wild beasts.
Ling Fan felt as if his body was nailed to the ground. He wanted to run but couldn't lift it up at all. He wanted to shout but it felt like a stone had been stuffed into his throat, leaving only a pair of eyes staring straight at the ghost in front of him.
.
The red devil walked towards Ling Fan step by step. It would be a bit far-fetched to say that he was walking. Then Cong Ming dragged his steps to Ling Fan and stretched out his hand hidden in his long sleeves.
What a terrifying hand, with a purple tint and black nails about five centimeters long. Like daggers, it stabbed Ling Fan bit by bit, and made a sharp and harsh sound: "Give it to me.
!!give it to me!!"
"How could I be frightened by such a thing!! I am Ling Fan!!" Ling Fan's eyes shot out sharply, he suddenly opened his mouth, biting his tongue, and the strong pain stimulated Ling Fan's
Every cell in his body finally made Ling Fan recover from the frozen state of fear. At the moment when the dagger-like nails were about to pierce into his eyes, Ling Fan bent over and rolled to avoid this terrifying attack.
A human sting.
Ling Fan was about to stand up after rolling to the ground when he smelled a fishy smell. He saw a blue and purple face less than two inches away from Ling Fan's face, and two blood-red eyes staring at Ling Fan.
Fan exhaled a cold breath: "Give it to me!!"
"No!!" Ling Fan hurriedly clutched the memo to his chest and shouted at the devil: "Come on! Kill me if you can!!"
"You are just as ignorant as your brother!!" The red devil suddenly said this, his two-color eyes suddenly glowed with fierceness, and he waved a hand with five black daggers on Ling Fan's face.
Stab in the throat.
Ling Fan held the memo tightly to his chest, but closed his eyes tightly. At that moment, Ling Fan seemed to see his brother's back.
"Bang!" "Bang!" Two loud gunshots rang out instantly in the dark night sky.
Two rapidly spinning bullets pierced into the red devil's robe, causing bloody flowers.
The red devil had a ferocious face on his face, staring ferociously at the figure who shot at him not far away, and then glared hard at Ling Fan, who fell to the ground and hugged the memo tightly, and shouted,
With a flicker of the red robe, the monster rushed into the darkness of the street like lightning and disappeared.
Not far away, a long and graceful figure stood in the night. She inserted the gun into her waist neatly and elegantly, and stared at Ling Fan with a pair of cold eyes.