"Who is that? It looks familiar, is it a passenger in the car?" The drunk man was still saying that the street is safer than the house, and something abnormal appeared on the road before he could see it. His eyes were watching him all the time, and his every move was watched by the other party.
"Is he waving at me? It's foggy, I can't see his face clearly, and he shouldn't be able to see my face either. In this case, a normal person shouldn't take the initiative to say hello to others."
Everyone was forced to come out. After the horrible things just now, the drunk man had obviously become smarter, and he had begun to try to think in a different position.
The silhouette of the man in the fog is slowly becoming clearer, and the other person seems to be walking towards him.
"No, I want to stay away from him."
The drunk man clearly felt that the other party's speed was increasing, he didn't dare to respond, he turned around and ran.
"If he were a human, he should speak, but not say a word. Just waving and thinking about it would be a problem."
The road was not safe, and the drunk man was a little desperate, and he didn't know where to go.
"The most important thing now is to meet other passengers. Sooner or later, I will be killed by myself." The drunk man ran forward for some distance, and there was no bus on the way. The surrounding buildings look similar, and the bus is my only reference."
A vague figure could be vaguely seen in the thick fog behind him, and the person who waved to him just now was still following behind, keeping a distance from him.
"Damn, what is this thing? Why do you keep following me?" The drunk man accelerated and ran to the next intersection in one breath.
The bus still hadn't been seen. When the drunk man was hesitating to go that way, he suddenly found that a silhouette of a person appeared on the other side of the road at some point, and someone was waving at him!
"How did that thing come in front of me?! He should be far away from me!"
Despair seems to be crawling with thorns, and the drunk doesn't know what to do, and it seems that wherever he goes, he sees that person.
"What should I do?" Thirty years of life experience couldn't give him any help at this time, and the people across the road were still waving at him, with vague outlines and swaying arms, looking like a pendulum representing death.
"Even if I flee to other streets, this monster may still follow me. There's no other way, I'll fight it!"
The drunkard gritted his teeth, clutching the bone-chopping knife he had brought from the kennel kitchen.
He had never killed a chicken when he grew up so big, but at this moment, a cruel thought appeared in his mind.
"Calm down, don't be afraid!" After staying in the blood fog for a long time, he will be affected by the blood fog. The drunk man didn't realize this. The corners of his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he looked like he was boiling It had been the same night for a long time, and it was completely different from when he first got in the car.
Because it was the 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 beside him in a very awkward posture.
The figure was still waving at him, and the closer he got, the clearer the drunk could see.
"So familiar, where should I have seen him, is he also a passenger in the car?"
The drunk man walked into the middle of the road, and he shouted at the man, "Hey! What's your name?"
There was no response, the man waved his hand slightly, but suddenly walked towards him.
In the blood-red city, an empty road, the two people are getting closer and closer.
As the other party kept getting closer, the familiar feeling reappeared in the drunkard's heart.
"It's so similar, I must have seen him somewhere."
The blood fog was thick, and the drunk man clenched his knife. He moved his footsteps and finally walked through the fog to the man.
The other party was covered in blood, his lower abdomen was soaked, and there was an obvious black thin line where the legs and upper body were connected, as if the body had been separated and had been reassembled at this time.
Seeing that person dressed like this, the drunk man was already resigned. He felt very terrified, but the other party also gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity. He must have seen this person somewhere.
"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 one for the dead." The eccentric's lowered head slowly raised, and under the messy hair was a face exactly like a drunk, full of vicious and frightened eyes bulging out When he started, his body seemed to be supported by bones, and he threw himself at the drunk man, his mouth tore open to both sides, and a sharp voice completely different from the drunk man came out of his throat: "I am you! You who are in a terrible state of death! "
When he saw that the monster looked the same as himself, the drunkard's psychological defense had collapsed. He had no intention of resisting at all, and he turned his head and ran away with the knife.
This time, he didn't even have time to tell the direction, he felt that every nerve was about to be cut off, and he ran wildly in a certain direction with all his strength.
He didn't know where the finish line was or where it was safe, he just ran as hard as he could.
His whole body was sore, his lungs were burning as if he had been burned, the world in his eyes slowly faded, and the drunkard felt that he could no longer breathe.
"I can't run..."
This is a world of complete despair, where the only choice a living person can make is to enter a different building and choose a different way to die.
"No one can live here, everyone will die, everyone will die..."
Confused, the drunk man took his last breath and ran into the building closest to him.
The main color is white. It 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 heavily. He hid in the safe passage and looked out from time to time.
After a few minutes, without hearing footsteps, he leaned against the wall and sat down slowly: "I have seen a disobedient passenger before being sent into a door by people in the underworld, and behind that door is like a This place is the same, filled with blood mist. This is not a place for a living person to come, it is all to blame on that guy! I will definitely kill him if I have a chance!"
The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. Seeing the women and boys around him became even more angry, he kicked the woman's thigh: "Since I married you, this dumb man, I haven't had a good life!"
The woman made a babbling sound, and seemed to be afraid of the man. She covered her leg and took a step back, but she was still in front of the little boy.
"dad… "
"Don't call me that, I'm like a debt collector." The middle-aged man looked around, his face was not very good: "I was just escaping for my life, why did I accidentally run into the hospital? This place is not auspicious, When the monster is gone, you have to leave quickly."
"Dad..." Even if he was quarreled, the boy kept calling out to his father.
After being called several times in a row, the middle-aged man finally realized that something was wrong. If it is normal, when he gets angry, the boy will admit his mistake or be scared and dare not speak, and dare not resist at all.
"what is it call?"
"There was a little brother who stuck a piece of paper on your back just now." The boy pointed to the middle-aged man's back.
"On my back?!" The middle-aged man frowned, reached out and touched his back, and pulled off a case sheet.
On the front of the list was written that the patient had died, and on the back of the list, a few words were written crookedly—“Come to me?”