It was a very quiet night, and the silence was terrifying, and the autumn wind was blowing violently on the billboards on the roadside, and it seemed that it might fall down at any moment. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

It was already one o'clock in the middle of the night, and the streets were full of rubbish, and sometimes one or two people came out of the small sample restaurant drunk, and their mouths were full of unintelligible wine talk.

Gradually, the streets darkened, and rows of restaurants closed one after another as the customers left, and finally only one remained.

The boss and the two young clerks stood in front of the cash register, looking helplessly at the table in front of them, the customers who were still drinking alone, and the eyes of the three of them who were almost unable to open because of tiredness were looking forward to closing early.

However, the man did not seem to have any intention of leaving immediately, and in front of him, there were several bottles of beer that had not been opened, and it seemed that he would never leave until they were destroyed.

After another half an hour, at last, the man had finished the last bottle of beer, his reddish face was already full of drunkenness, he stood up and staggered to the cash register.

"Many... How much? The man asked drunkenly.

The boss breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that it was finally time to close the door and rest.

"Haha, 238 yuan, take a whole piece, and I'll charge you 230." The boss is smiling and very good at business.

The man nodded, stretched out his hand, took out a wallet in the pocket of his black jeans, took out three hundred yuan casually, and handed them to the boss.

The boss hurriedly accepted it, rummaged through the counter for a while, found a few pieces of change, and handed it back.

The man didn't even look at it, took the change, stuffed it into his wallet, and then turned around and staggered away, completely ignoring the farewell voices of the clerks behind him.

Pushing open the door of the restaurant, the cold wind poured into the man's body like a bayonet, and the cold feeling instantly reduced his drunkenness by a few points.

In the black street, there was not even a taxi in sight, he wrapped himself in his coat, shook his dizzy head, and then trotted not far away.

The street lamp in the middle of the night is like a gateway to the underworld, which was originally used to illuminate the road, but at this time, it makes people a little unclear, and the dim circle makes people tremble.

Soon, the man walked to the end of the path, and with it, there was darkness with no end in sight, which was a sundrumt building area in the city of Jinghai.

The jagged residential buildings are closely connected, and the gaps between the buildings are dark paths, and once you enter, you can no longer see people.

The man's residence is in a small building not far in front, there is no light on the road, and the silence of the night makes the man's heart tremble a little, probably subconsciously, he is a drunk who has drunk, and it seems that he looks a little swaggering.

'Servant~' Suddenly, a crisp sound was not far from the darkness ahead.

The man suddenly raised his head and looked ahead, it was the dark alley between the buildings, and he couldn't see his fingers, and the sound was creepy.

The man paused, he naturally couldn't see what it was, but he didn't think much about it, there was a garbage dump nearby, maybe it was a cat that no one had, or a wild dog.

With the strength of the slightly drunken wine, the man continued to walk towards the dark path, he rarely goes back so late, more precisely, he never walks at night, but today is a little exceptional, he is a little bored in his heart, he drank a few more bottles, and it was already very late if he didn't pay attention.

But this is something that can't be helped, his life has been very bad recently, and the departure of his wife has made him have to recall something, something he didn't want to recall, which made him so painful that not long ago, even his favorite job was resolutely resigned.

He was a little scared, and the bad premonition in his heart gradually became stronger, so he wanted to avoid it, wanted to escape. Drinking was a solution, it's just that today seems a little lost in time.

He touched the darkness and continued to walk forward, he didn't know how far he was going to go, anyway, at the end of the day, he was home, however, at this moment.

"Bang~" Another crisp sound sounded in his ears.

In just an instant, his drunken feeling was swept away, cold sweat broke out down his back, and the alcohol in his brain was useless and disappeared.

The sound was so close, as if it was right next to him, as if he could touch the place of the crisp sound as long as he stretched out his right hand.

The man stopped, in the darkness, his eyes were as wide as street lamps, and he heard it, right next to him, and after that crisp sound, it seemed as if a man was breathing slightly......

This crunching sound is by no means something that wild cats and dogs can make, it is the crunch sound of glass, and the man can hear it, so he is afraid.

The strength of the wine at the beginning was instantly replaced by nervousness, and in the midst of the horror, the man trembled and turned his head, and then he almost screamed.

A black figure, standing beside him, was so close that he could see this pair of cold eyes, staring at him, and the chill ran down his throat and all the way to his heart.

"You, who the are you~!" The man exclaimed and took a step back, but with a stroke of his foot, he fell to the ground.

The man subconsciously supported the ground with his hand, "Ah~" There was a tingling pain in the palm of his hand, and there seemed to be something on the ground that pierced into his hand.

"Speak, you're sick~ sick? Running here at night to scare people? Do you believe that I am dead? Seeing that the black shadow did not speak, the man was a little agitated.

The dark shadow seemed to move, and then a gentle voice came: "Oh, excuse me, scared you?" ”

"Nonsense, nonsense!" The man finally settled down, and sighed in his heart, hearing such an answer, it seemed that this was a normal person.

"Can I ask you personally?"

I couldn't see anything in the darkness anymore, and the black shadow's question seemed to make the man nervous, looking for someone at night, what a hell~!

"I, I don't know anyone, don't ask me, I don't know anything~!"

"Oh, it's okay, just ask...... Do you know 'Yang Juan'? ”

"Yang, Yang Juan~! You, who the are you? The man's heart seemed to pop out, incoherent, hysterical. Because this name is the name of his wife who has not been gone long ago.

In the darkness of the night, it was as if his cry was like an autumn wind, passing through the windows of every house, but not disturbing anyone.

He endured the severe pain of the injury and stood up, he couldn't see the location of the black shadow, he just wanted to run away desperately, but at this moment, something seemed to be tied to his feet.

He reached out and touched it, and it was a very thick iron chain, and at some point, it had trapped himself above his ankle.

The cold voice came again, "Oh, you don't know Yang Juan, so do you know 'Tuofei'?" ”

"Tuofei? You, who the hell are you? The man froze and asked with some trembling.

"Huh, me? I'm just one to send something, don't be nervous, Tuofei asked me to send a painting to Zhao Xiang, I just helped him bring it. ”

The man's eyes seemed to be about to pop out, and his heart almost stopped beating, "Painting? Is there something fucking wrong with you? He hit and killed my daughter? Send me something now? I want to kill him! ”

The black shadow was not surprised, it seemed to be reasonable, and there was no fluctuation in his mood.

"That's right, Tuofei killed your daughter, but this painting is also real, and I gave it to him."

The man was a little crazy, he couldn't believe what he heard.

"You! I'm going to kill him! ~" The man's voice stammered a little, and he almost said as if wailing:

In the face of his chattering resentment, the black shadow remained unmoved, and just stood silently, waiting for the man's voice to stop.

I don't know how long it took, the man's pleading finally stopped, he gasped for air, trying to calm the fear in his heart, he didn't go, he didn't fight back, because he could feel that his alcohol was gradually subsided.

The gentle voice rang out again, "It's been all this time, you know?" Sometimes it's more cruel to do nothing than to do it, so whatever your reason, I think you'd better take the painting, because soon you'll be able to meet them. ”

After the black shadow finished speaking, he handed Zhao Xiang something.

The touch of the paper poked Zhao Xiang's arm, and he subconsciously held it in his hand.

"Wait? To meet them? Who? The man asked curiously.

The other party did not answer, the night was silent, and all that was left for him was infinite darkness.

……

Maybe they were in a deep sleep and couldn't hear anything outside at all.

A dark shadow walked out of the dark path, a big scarf wrapped around half of his face, only those cold eyes, still watching the road ahead.

Behind him, the dark alley seemed even more eerie than before.

The black shadow was holding something in his hand, which seemed to be carefully fixed in his pocket, and it was not very clear under the dim street lamp, as if it was a white chrysanthemum......