Lao Liu's heavy gasps echoed in the empty station. In the whole wide and grand station, there are only a few living people.

There were several corpses lying on the ground, the floor covered in haphazardly painted blood, and the frenzy of "DEATH" was painted on the walls with blackened blood. There weren't too many corpses in the station, but there was a strong smell of blood.

There were two footsteps behind him - click, click.

One is urgent and fast, the other is unhurried.

Beads of sweat poured down from Lao Liu's forehead like a waterfall into his eyes, and he didn't have the hands to wipe them at all.

His hand clenched his gun, and he saw the commissary getting closer...... It's getting closer......

There is one thing that must save him, and there is one thing...... It's going to get him out of here......

His body was getting heavier and heavier, and he was panting like a cow.

He glanced back in a panic, only to see Jaco staring at him with a pair of big bronze eyes, and behind Giako, a pale man stared at the back of Giako's head with a pair of blue and black eyes. The corners of his chapped mouth split in an eerie arc, almost to the ears with laughter, and he raised the long knife in his hand, nearly slashing Giako each time, but Giacco avoided it unusually skillfully.

Lao Liu could feel his body as heavy as a mountain, and he could feel the footsteps behind him getting closer and closer, almost close to him. Giacko's footsteps grew heavier, but they didn't slow down—each step was like an elephant stepping on the ground, making a dull sound that made the ground tremble slightly.

Lao Liu's whole body tensed.

There are still ten meters to ...... There are only ten meters left...... There must be something very important in that commissary...... The most important thing is that you can see it at a glance

......

A hand suddenly put on Lao Liu's shoulder.

Lao Liu jumped up almost reflexively and shook off that hand violently. Jaco stumbled on the ground, the long knife slashed over the top of his head, scraping the back of Lao Liu's neck, and causing Lao Liu to get goosebumps.

He turned around sharply, no longer caring about any worries, and raised the gun in his hand!

"Stop!" A scream suddenly sounded, Lao Liu subconsciously stopped, and Jia Ke slammed past him like an antelope, his legs in an exaggerated arc in the air!

Lao Liu raised his gun and shot at Jia Ke, but at that moment, a figure swooped over and crushed Jia Ke to the ground!

The sound of the bullet burrowing into the flesh made Jaco immediately agitated, and he rolled over and lifted the body on his back, only to feel the other party's refusal. Wu Huifan's blood kept flowing out, and he covered his chest, red overflowing from between his fingers.

Wu Huifan pushed Jia Ke away and hissed, "Go!" I'll buy you time! ”

The white-faced murderer seemed to be overwhelmed by happiness, and he laughed and looked at Jia Ke and Wu Huifan with a pair of shining eyes.

Wu Huifan's blood has become one of the most stimulating drugs.

Jia Ke grabbed Wu Huifan's hand.

"Go!" Wu Huifan roared angrily.

Blood stained Wu Huifan's chest to the ground, rubbing half of Jia Ke's body. He saw the white-faced murderer raise his knife, and he saw that Lao Liu was already standing in front of the commissary. He saw Wu Huifan looking at him with extremely bright eyes-

Jia Ke gritted his teeth and stood up, rushed towards Lao Liu frantically, and the white-faced murderer lifted the knife, slashing at Wu Huifan's back, Wu Huifan's arm, and Wu Huifan's shoulder......

Lao Liu stood in front of the commissary.

His eyes looked around the commissary, the tip of his nose was covered with beads of sweat, and his cheeks were flushed. There must be something...... There must be something......

In front of him, a bottle of water suddenly and slowly moved towards him. Thirst struck every cell in his body in that instant, and exhaustion and sleepiness weighed down him like a mountain. He slowly raised his hand.

No, it's not right. He thought to himself that he had jumped into the commissary and began to frantically search for anything out of the ordinary, but as with the kiosks they had seen before, he had found nothing useful.

That's not right -- it's not right!

Lao Liu panicked and shoved everything in the commissary until he began to yell hysterically.

Jacomai walked slowly towards Lao Liu with his heavy steps, and he looked at the mess of the commissary, as if he were looking at a fierce beast with its fangs spread. He saw Lao Liu crying and laughing like a headless fly, and finally stared at Yiqiē in the commissary with a blank demeanor, and then slowly looked at him.

Giacco stood in front of the counter and said, "Chainsaw, diesel." ”

A door under the counter suddenly opened, and no one thought there would be a door.

Jaco saw a brand new red diesel chainsaw placed there-

Lao Liu looked at Jia Ke with a frightened gaze.

Jia Ke looked up at Wu Huifan on the ground. Wu Huifan lay there motionless, his body sliced open with a knife, cut into several pieces, and the white-faced murderer put them together in strange shapes - fingers in the eyes, arms in the thighs, two legs between the sternum and the hipbone.

- Wu Huifan is dead.

Giacora pulled the diesel chainsaw in his hand. When the chainsaw sounded, Lao Liu's heart beat wildly, and the blood in his whole body seemed to flow backwards, making his body chill.

The white-faced murderer seemed to sense something, and he looked up at Jaco, and the corners of his laughing mouth suddenly dropped. He looked at Jaco with a pair of large, dark eyes, their sockets deeply sunken.

Jaco grabbed the chainsaw and rushed at the white-faced murderer.

You feel fear for the first time, you feel your heart beating faster, and you suddenly feel that fear is almost the same nature as excitement. You start to run away, and this is the first time you've run away. You jump, the people chasing you are fast, and you are being caught up for the first time. You feel the stimulation, you feel that someone is hurting you. The rolling blade cuts into your shoulder, into your body.

This is the first time you've been hurt and then it's not healing.

Your arms are cut off and your legs are cut off. Your blood and flesh splash out, blurring your body and vision. You can only lie on the ground, you see the man with the chainsaw, you see the chainsaw with your flesh and blood on it. You see several parts of your body being thrown aside.

You were placed in the form of the person you killed, and you weren't killed right away.

You are less likely to be in pain to the point of losing consciousness because you can often feel the pain and tell yourself that the wounds will heal.

But not this time.

You see your blackface companion coming, you know what he's coming for, and you know he's going to be killed soon, too.

The pain is very intense, very real, and invades your mind, your limbs, your torso, every cell of you.

You laughed. You know he'll soon be the next you, he'll be your successor. You see you've been skulled open, you're dead-

The rumble of the train approached from a distance, and the echo of the hollow passage rang out one after another—the train was about to enter the station.

The lights that went out hit the people in the station again and again, and hit Giako.

Jaco had a scarlet diesel chainsaw in his hand, staring at the black-faced murderer who appeared here.

He was backlit by the lights of the train, and he watched as the black-faced murderer raised the chainsaw. The yellow light illuminated the blood stains on Giac's body black.