"Who is that? It looks familiar. Is it a passenger in the car?" The drunk man was still saying that the street was safer than inside the house. Before he finished speaking, something unusual happened on the road. He suspected that something was somewhere he couldn't see.
There was a pair of eyes watching him all the time, and his every move was seen by the other person.
"Is he waving to me? The fog was thick and I couldn't see his face clearly. He probably couldn't see mine either. In this case, a normal person wouldn't take the initiative to say hello to others."
People were forced to come out. After the horrific things just now, the drunk man has obviously become smarter and has begun to try to put himself in someone else's shoes.
The outline of the person in the heavy fog slowly became clearer, and the other person seemed to be walking towards him.
"No, I want to stay away from him."
The drunk man obviously felt that the other party's speed was increasing. He did not dare to respond, so he turned around and ran away.
"If he were a human being, he should be able to speak without saying a word. Just waving his hands seems problematic."
The road was not safe either. The drunk man felt a little desperate and didn't know where to go.
"The most important thing now is to meet up with other passengers. Sooner or later, I will be killed by myself." The drunk man ran forward for a certain distance. There were no buses along the way. The more he ran, the more he felt guilty: "It's over. I'm completely lost. This
The surrounding buildings are all similar in appearance, and the bus is my only reference."
A vague figure could be vaguely seen in the heavy fog behind him. The person who waved to him just now was still following behind, keeping a distance from him.
"Damn it, what is this thing? Why are you always following me?" The drunk man sped up and ran to the next intersection in one breath.
The bus was still not seen. When the drunk man was hesitating which way to go, he suddenly noticed the outline of a person appearing on the other side of the road. Someone was waving to him!
"Why did that thing run in front of me?! He should be far away from me!"
Despair seemed to creep into his heart with sharp thorns. The drunk man didn't know what to do. It seemed that he could see that person no matter where he went.
"What should I do?" Thirty years of life experience could not give him any help at this time. The person on the other side of the road was still waving at him, with blurred outlines and swaying arms, looking like a pendulum representing death.
"Even if I escape to other streets, this monster may still follow me. I have no choice but to fight it!"
The drunkard gritted his teeth and clutched tightly the bone chopping knife he brought out from the kennel kitchen.
He had never killed a chicken in his entire life, but at this moment, a cruel idea came to his mind.
"Calm down, don't be afraid!" If you stay in the blood mist for a long time, you will be affected by the blood mist. The drunkard himself didn't realize this. The corners of his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he looked like he had been boiled.
It was the same night as it had been for a long time. It was completely different from when he first got in the car.
Because it was his first time, the drunk man's heart was beating very fast. He held the bone chopping knife in both hands and walked towards the road next to him in an awkward posture.
The human silhouette was still waving at him. The closer he got, the clearer the drunken man could see.
"So familiar. I should have seen him somewhere. Is he also a passenger in the car?"
The drunk man walked to the middle of the road and shouted to the man: "Hey! What's your name?"
There was no response, the man's wave became smaller, but he suddenly walked towards him.
In a blood-red city, on an empty road, two people are getting closer and closer.
As the other party continued to approach, the familiar feeling appeared again in the drunk man's heart.
"It's so similar, I must have seen him somewhere."
The blood mist was thick, and the drunkard tightened his grip on the knife. He moved his steps and finally walked through the fog to the man.
The opponent was covered in blood, his lower abdomen was soaked, and there was an obvious thin black line where his legs and upper body were connected, as if his body had been separated and then put back together again.
Seeing the man's attire, the drunk man already gave up. He felt very frightened, but the other man also gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity. He must have seen this man somewhere before.
"Who are you?"
His mind was almost blank, and the drunk man didn't know why the mirror asked these three words. His hand holding the knife kept shaking.
"This road is divided into two sides, one for the living and the other for the dead." The weirdo slowly raised his lowered head. Under his messy hair was a face exactly like the drunkard's, with eyes full of malice and fear bulging outwards.
He stood up, his body seemed to be supported by bones, and he threw himself directly at the drunkard, tearing his mouth to both sides, and a sharp voice completely different from the drunkard's came out from his throat: "I am you! You died in a miserable state!
"
When he saw that the monster looked the same as himself, the drunkard's psychological defense collapsed. He had no intention of resisting, so he grabbed the knife and ran away.
This time he didn't even have time to discern the direction. He felt that every nerve was about to break and he ran in a certain direction with all his strength.
He didn't know where the end point was or where it would be safe, he just ran with all his might.
His whole body ached, his lungs felt as if they had been burned, the world in his eyes slowly faded, and the drunk felt that he could no longer breathe.
"I can't run anymore..."
This is a world of complete despair. The only choice a living person can make here is to enter different buildings and choose different ways to die.
"No one can survive here, everyone will die, everyone will die..."
With his consciousness already blurred, the drunk man took his last breath and ran into the nearest building.
The main color is white. This seems to be the only private hospital in Liwan Town. It covers a small area and is just a three-story building.
…
"dad……"
"Shut up." The middle-aged man gasped for air. He hid in the safe passage and looked outside from time to time.
After a few minutes, no footsteps were heard, so he leaned against the wall and slowly sat down: "I have seen disobedient passengers being sent into a door by people in the Hades Tower. Behind the door is like
This place is the same, filled with blood mist. This is not a place where a living person should come, it’s all that guy’s fault! I will definitely kill him if I get the chance!”
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Seeing the women and boys around him, he became even more angry. He kicked the woman on the thigh: "Since I married a mute like you, I haven't had a good life for a day!"
The woman made a babbling sound, as if she was afraid of the man. She covered her legs and took a step back, but still protected the little boy.
"dad……"
"Don't call me something special, like a debt collector." The middle-aged man looked around, his face not very good: "I just ran away for my life, why did I accidentally run into the hospital? This place is unlucky.
Once the monster is gone, you have to leave as soon as possible."
"Dad..." Even if he was disturbed, the boy kept calling his father.
After being called several times in a row, the middle-aged man finally realized that something was wrong. Normally, when he was angry, the boy would admit his mistake or be too frightened to speak or resist.
"what is it call?"
"Just now, a little brother put a piece of paper on your back." The boy pointed at the middle-aged man's back.
"On my back?!" The middle-aged man's hair suddenly exploded. He reached out to touch his back and pulled down a medical sheet.
On the front of the list, it says that the patient has died, and on the back of the list, there are a few words scrawled - "Come to see me?"