It is the time of the devil, and the sun on the horizon is like blood.

The crosswalk was full of people walking back and forth, and the girl pushed her bicycle slowly, moving her pace with the flow of people.

It seemed that she had taken a step faster, and after a slight "bang", she couldn't help but stop.

"Hey, you bumped into me." The man in front suddenly turned his head and glared at her, looking fierce.

"I'm sorry." Her hands gripped the armrests of the bicycle tightly, leaning slightly, her head bowed, her black bangs drooping, covering her eyes.

"Just apologize?" The man was furious, grabbing her collar and exhaling a disgusting smell of alcohol.

Passers-by walked by quickly without squinting, as if no one wanted to care about the quarrel on the street.

It's terrible to meet a difficult drunk, but what's worse is that she finds herself used to accidents like this.

She tilted her head slightly to avoid the smell of alcohol, quickly took out a few banknotes from her pocket, and shook them in front of the man's eyes: "Please accept this meager fee." ”

"Hmph, count you as acquaintances." The man took a sip, slammed the money out of the girl's hand, turned around and staggered forward, only to stumble in the middle of the road in the next second.

The girl looked at the man who fell to the ground and grinned with his teeth, there was a little more unknown emotion in her eyes, she sighed in her heart, and continued to push the car forward.

Coincidentally, a silver-gray high-end sedan was speeding towards him, and she watched as it ran over his body.

Click.

Click, click, click.

There seemed to be a loud sound of thousands of joints shattering in my ears.

She held her breath and froze for a moment.

I don't know how long later, there was a rapid horn behind her.

The window of the silver sedan was rolled open, a head poked out, and his purple hair was dyed with a layer of gold by the setting sun, and the backlit state made her unable to see his face clearly for a while.

"Why are you not a gorgeous woman in the middle of the road, ahhhh

Hearing the young man's disgruntled words, she suddenly came back to her senses, only to realize that it was a green light at the moment. And she still pushed the car and stood motionless on the crosswalk, which happened to be in front of the car.

"I'm sorry, my money is gone." She bent down, quickly picked up the money scattered on the ground, and then pushed the cart to the other side of the road with a few rapid horns.

She looked back and watched the limousine run over the sidewalk.

The ground was still as clean as ever, free of blood and corpses.

Then a second car sped by, still leaving no trace.

The third, fourth......

It was as if the wicked man was just a phantom.

The girl slowly clenched the banknote in her hand, and probably only this item could confirm that he had at least saved it.

Sure enough, when it's time for the devil, strange things will appear.

She squinted her eyes and looked into the distance, where the burning clouds on the horizon were mostly hidden by the tall buildings, revealing only a few wisps of reddish-purple tails. The cool breeze blew slowly, lifting the corners and collar of the clothes, and the coldness beat along the gaps on the skin, making people shiver.

I always feel like I've seen the situation in front of me somewhere.

Fragments of images appeared in her mind, then distorted, blurred, dissolved into nothingness and emptiness.

Reaching out and gently rubbing her temples, she silently pushed the cart and slowly walked along the street in the direction of home.

The sunset stretches the back so long and long.

Let's hope the purple-haired boy will be okay.

Facing the cold wind, she meditated in her heart.