The yellow backpack that was placed behind the door and the zipper was not closed. Two red dots are constantly moving around the backpack, like ghosts watching in the dark. With a hula, a bird sprang out of its backpack, looked around with a pair of red eyes, and then craned its neck and screamed silently.

After a while, in the rainy night outside, the sound of fluttering and fluttering sounded. The sound grew louder and louder, and finally overshadowed the bleak sound of rain, and the sound of birds flapping their wings was everywhere.

The two people on the bed, who were immersed in pleasure, were startled by the loud noise and stopped moving. The two quickly picked up their clothes and covered them, and looked around in fear, and asked in a trembling voice towards the empty room, "Who?"

No one answered their questions. Something hit the old glass window, and with a click, the shards fell to the ground, and a sparrow flew in. Its feathers were drenched with water, but its eyes were dark and spirited.

More sparrows flapped their wings and flew in, crouching on the basin shelves, on the floor, on the desks. Some combed their damp feathers, some looked left and right, and some stared curiously at the two people on the bed.

Zhuang Hong hugged the old man and shrank into the corner. Both of them looked a little frightened, and they looked at the dilapidated room, which was gradually filled with dozens and hundreds of sparrows, and only felt cold from the top of their heads to the soles of their feet.

On a rainy night outside, there were sparrows flying sparsely inside. Only a few glass shatters were heard, and the other glass windows were smashed into a large hole.

Faced with this strange scene, Zhuang Hong and the two did not react for a while. The birds' heads were constantly moving, as if curious about the view in the room.

When they were conscious enough, they saw a strange bird at the back: a pair of black feathers and a pair of red eyes, staring at the two of them without blinking. As soon as the two of them met the bird's eyes, they felt as if the heavens and the earth were stained with a layer of blood. Horror filled Zhuang Hong's chest, and she opened her big eyes, forgetting to make a move.

After panicking for a moment, the old man staggered to the bedside table and tried to pick up the scissors that had been placed on it.

A gray sparrow flew up to the scissors and tilted its head to look at him.

The old man waved it away. The sparrow flapped its wings, and after retreating a little distance into the air, it suddenly flew forward, and pecked at the old man's cheek. A red dot immediately appeared on the old man's face, and there was a tendency to slowly expand. He clutched his pecked cheek and screamed in horror.

The red-eyed bird flew up, stood at the top of the empty bookshelf, and again raised its neck and hissed silently.

Those sparrows, who were still in peace, suddenly flew up with a bang, and rushed towards the two people on the bed in a swarm.

The old man was scared and wanted to scream, but the speed of those sparrows was so fast that they had already flown into his face in a blink of an eye, and the little sharp beak kept tearing at his old skin, and as soon as his mouth opened, two or three sparrows wanted to burrow into his mouth and peck at his mouth, and the old man was so frightened that he quickly closed his mouth.

From a distance, the old man's face has been covered by a layer of gray that flickers up and down, and only gray hair can be faintly seen through the gaps.

The red-eyed bird stood at the top, watching in silence like a general. After looking at it for a while, it seemed bored and began to comb its feathers again.

The old man frantically waved his arms, trying to drive away the flock of crazy sparrows. The sparrow fluttered and dodged, then attacked his head again.

Zhuang Hong was already stunned and forgot what she should do. When she came to her senses and wanted to take a pillow and throw it on her lover's face, the red-eyed bird, which had been combing its feathers, shot away like an arrow, and a red light flashed in the dark room, and Zhuang Hong let out a terrible scream.

She covered her eyes and howled. Two lines of blood flowed silently down the gap between her fingers. It turned out that in an instant, the red-eyed bird had already pecked her blind in one eye.

Her voice shouted too loudly, and the remaining sparrows rushed towards Zhuang Hong, and their thin bodies squeezed desperately into her mouth, trying to peck her entire head through from behind.

The old man's old skin had been pecked out of countless wounds. The sparrows began to peck at the wound again. He couldn't hold back the pain and shouted hoarsely. The sparrow took advantage of his opening mouth and burrowed into his mouth like a spinning drill.

The old man quickly closed his mouth, leaving only a sparrow's ass exposed.

The red-eyed bird stood on the edge of the bed and jumped up again, blinding Zhuang Hong's other eye.

Zhuang Hong screamed loudly. Two or three sparrows twisted their butts and squeezed into her mouth, pecking in for a while. She closed her upper and lower teeth and bit one to death at once. But there were still two sparrows in her mouth, still like drills with full power, continuing to squeeze deep into her throat, and at the same time, the sharp beaks kept pecking at the soft mouth, and the fishy smell of blood flowed all over her mouth.

Zhuang Hong put her hand into her mouth and tried to pull out the two sparrows inside. Three or five birds, pecking around, suddenly turned around and attacked her hand. Her tender little hand shrank and continued to push it into her mouth.

At this time, the red-eyed bird tilted its head to the side, looking like it was listening. It seems that someone has rushed over. It seems that the woman's cry still attracted the attention of others. The red bird craned its neck and began a silent third long call.

As if they had received some order, the sparrows stopped pecking indiscriminately, and all stared at the necks of the two of them.

In a few moments, blood gushed out like a fountain, and their throats gurgled and their heads fell to one side, never to move again.

The red-eyed bird hovered over the two of them for a moment, and when it was certain that death was correct, it shot out of the window like a bullet and disappeared into the darkness of the rain. When the sparrows saw that the boss was gone, they flapped their wings and flew out of the small and simple room, leaving only a ground of gray feathers.

……

"Do you hear someone screaming?" the boy asked, following Xiong Chou's pace, looking at the neon lights of the bar in front of him.

Even though it was already early in the morning of the next day, there were still a lot of people coming in and out of the bar. Most of the people who came out were drunk and smoky, and they walked staggeringly, and few were sober.

"I didn't hear it, maybe you're hallucinating. Xiong Chou said lightly. He quickened his pace, and the two of them quickly entered the bar.

There are strippers dancing on it, which is even more inviting under the flickering multicolored lights.

"Do you come here often?" Xiong Chou ordered two low-strength cocktails and chatted with the boy.

The young man held the cup, took a big sip of it very intoxicated, and then said: "There is no other place around here, of course this is a place to come often." He turned around and sat down on a high chair, watching the show, but his eyes were clear. "I'm not interested in women writhing like snakes on stage, but I love the wine. When you take the first sip, you can feel the heat of the heat, but when you take the second sip, you can feel the mellow aroma of wheat, and when you take the third sip, your whole body seems to float. ”

"Is that an exaggeration?" Xiong Chou tried to take a sip. It's really spicy in the mouth, and it has a long aftertaste. "Yes, it's a good wine. ”

"You see, I didn't lie to you. ”

A black shadow flickered in the rain outside the door, and a red light seemed to shine through it.

There was a flash of brilliance in Xiong Chou's eyes. He took out a business card, handed it to the boy, and said, "You are a good boy." If you need to, you can check it out on my website. ”

The boy took the postcard. The lights flickered in the bar, and for a moment it was impossible to see what was printed on it. He leaned his face closer to make it closer. When a beam of orange light swept over and shone on the postcard, the boy finally recognized the four big words on it: jealousy and hatred.

He raised his head with a puzzled face, and when he was about to ask something, he found that the uncle was gone.

Above the bar, the sound of a large flock of birds taking off was drowned out by the sound of rain, so it was a little indistinct. The people in the bar looked up in confusion, as if they didn't understand what was going on.

The loud scream suddenly pierced the bleak rainy night, and the sound was so penetrating that it seemed to pierce the thin clouds high in the sky.

As soon as the boy heard that voice, he felt that something was wrong. Although the screaming voice changed a little, he still heard the voice of the proprietress . He drank his wine and the uncle's unfinished wine in one gulp, and then ran in the direction of the motel.

Before he could get to the place, he saw the proprietress with a frightened look on her face, and shouted everywhere as if she was crazy, "Murder!

The drunken people in the bar suddenly all woke up. They poured out of the door at once, and they all wanted to see the excitement.

At this time, the bear sorrow was long gone, and there was an extra bird on his shoulder again. It closed its red eyes and fell asleep. Above it is a paradise umbrella, small and delicate, but not a drop of rain can fall on the bird's body.

Xiong Chou listened to the voices behind him and didn't care. His business hasn't opened for a long time, and he needs to make an order first to get someone's attention. Only when you are famous, people will look for you? This is true for those who open online stores, and the same is true for murder.

When he found a place to rest, he recorded this list well, so that more people knew that he was not a liar, but a person who did practical things. I'm sure I'll be busy in the future. Xiong Chou couldn't help but smile.