Three days later, at two o'clock in the morning.

A stout middle-aged man ran wildly, panting in his mouth, he was exhausted and still didn't dare to stay for half a minute, his eyes were full of horror, and he didn't dare to turn his head back.

The darkness behind him is a huge man-eating demon, he wants to run, he must run to a crowded place, he can't just die.

However, things in this world will not go as people want, and this is his destiny. The king of Hades wanted him to die on the third watch, and no one dared to keep him until the fifth watch!

"I don't want it, I don't want it, please let me go. ”

The man's mouth trembled, his upper and lower lips kept fighting, his expression became more and more frightened, and the cold sweat on his face flowed down his forehead a lot.

Finally, he hurried to the depths of an alley, where there was no exit, and in front of him was a huge wall.

However, beyond this wall, there is a lively night market behind the wall!

The man collapsed, holding his head in a dark corner.

Why, such a thing could happen to him? He had never done anything bad in his life, so why did God torture him so much.

His heart was in despair, but after a long time he didn't hear another sound, and he thought the monster had left. So he cautiously opened his eyes, if he escaped this catastrophe, he would definitely worship all the gods at home every day when he went back!

He is the head of the family, if he dies like this, then his children will no longer be able to manage it, and the family will no longer have financial resources.

What about his parents, what about his wife, what about his children?

Thinking about this, he opened his eyes tremblingly.

Then, he saw a pair of feet walking slowly, and a childish and lovely voice came above his head: "You run, where can you run? ”

He shook his head frantically and hissed and screamed, hoping that someone would spot him. But the wall cut everything off, and no one could hear his despair.

In the dark and silent alley, many crows suddenly flew up, quacking, but they could not wake up the sleeping people.

He knelt humbly in front of this man, and kept kowtowing to him, and his forehead was broken with a lot of skin.

Tears flowed out of his eyes, looking extremely pitiful, but the murderer did not pity him.

The murderer took out a shiny and sharp dagger from his bag, and kept gesturing on his face, and the voice of neither man nor woman sounded again.

"This face, I think it will look better if it is scratched. ”

"Some of the TV dramas I often watch have women's faces cut, but I think it would be more interesting if they cut men? Women are not as interesting as men. ”

The middle-aged man stared at the dagger with slanted eyes, not daring to move.

The murderer's eyes were filled with countless tenderness, and the eyes that looked at him were as gentle as looking at his lover.

This perverted horror makes the man's pants moist.

"It's a shame, a useless man like you, it's useless to stay in society, why do you still want to let yourself survive? It's such a waste of air, you're competing for resources with other people, it's better to die for everyone, do you say?"

The murderer said such terrible words, and his mouth couldn't stop laughing.

"Uhhh

The screams pierced the night sky, and a neat knife edge appeared on the man's clean neck, blood mixed with sweat, sprayed on the white walls of the alley, forming an inexplicable ghost, which looked terrifying.

However, even so, he was reluctant to die.

He knew it would be useless to ask for this man, so he covered his wounds with his hand and tried to close them together, while the other hand climbed forward desperately. He wanted to crawl out of this horrible place.

The calloused hands were cut by the glass on the ground, and with every foot moved, blood flowed into the cracks in the ground, nourishing the things in the ground.

His eyes were scarlet, his eyes were shining with tears, his throat was cut and he couldn't speak anymore, but his mouth was still open and closed. "Wife ......"

The man standing behind him smiled weirdly, his face contorted, as if he was excited to see such a picture.

There is nothing more joyful than the struggle before death. So, he let the mortal prey crawl at will, knowing that he was about to crawl under the surveillance.

"Ho... Ho-ho...... "Blood choked his throat, his heart was gouged out at once, and his flesh was left with the fingernail marks of beasts.

The man's pupils widened, staring at the murderer without a blind eye. In fact, if you look closely, you can still find that there is more in his eyes, or shock, he never thought that he would encounter such a terrible day until he died.

He collapsed in the sight of the surveillance, and at the end of the video, a little boy slowly walked out of the darkness.

He was clean and unstained. Seeing such a tragic death, his face was not shocked, as if it was commonplace, this was just a small scene, and it was not enough to make people sigh.

The little boy was there observing the appearance of the deceased, without screaming or calling the police.

Some just squatted there quietly, without saying a word, until a passer-by found it at dawn, and did not leave.

Curious people all gathered around them, pointing fingers at them. And the little boy kept his clothes cold and ruthless no matter what.

Until the police finally came, he was still squatting there.

"What do you do, kid, why are you here, how long have you been here?"

A series of questions finally made the little boy seem to have a little consciousness of his own, and finally came back to his senses and stared fixedly at the police who came to question him.

The police were stared at by him and felt a chill in their backs, although they didn't want to admit it, but this feeling was really annoying.

The little boy remained silent, and he spoke again. "Why don't you speak? Do you feel scared? Do you need us to take you home? Where do you live?"

The little boy made a disdainful voice from his mouth: "Cut", as if he didn't take the policeman in front of him in his eyes, turned around and continued to crouch in front of the corpse.

The policeman frowned, smacking his lips impatiently. "Do you know him? This corpse must have died at about two o'clock this morning, when did you start squatting here?"

Sure enough, the little boy still didn't answer him, and left her alone to talk to herself, like a fool.