Before stumbling at the last moment, Greyfang looked back behind him. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

There was a man standing in the depths of the hallway, stretching out an arm straight towards this end, the black hole of the hole, like a big mouth of death.

A bullet had just been ejected there, and the smoke was grinding against the barrel, which would have been clearly hot.

The owner of the gun did not hesitate, he saw that the bullet had hit the target.

Bright red blood, splattered from the wound on Gray Fang's chest.

It was a great feeling, and he'd wanted to give it a try since he picked it up.

Whoever you choose, it's better to be him!

Recalling the humiliation suffered in the past few days, the pleasure of revenge quickly eroded the whole person.

But the pleasure was only a moment after all, and the bloody qi took advantage of the rain to move quickly, and the murderer smelled it, and instantly realized that he had killed someone, so he felt afraid.

He moved half a foot back, and there was another thunderclap.

The electrical circuit on the ceiling jumped up the gate, and the incandescent light flashed.

Deep in the hallway, Greyfang collapsed, his eyes fixed on the other end, and he had to remember the man's face.

And before the lights went out quickly, he saw clearly that the murderer with the gun was standing there motionless, his face was pale, more fearful than that of a dying man.

"Damn......" Gray Fang slowly pulled open his front placket, and the bird in his arms was no longer moving, "I'm sorry, it seems to have affected you......"

The rain was pouring down, and there was only one person standing in the hallway.

Not far behind him was the safe passage, and the fire door was kept closed, and the cold wind was blowing through the cracks.

William put down the arm holding the gun and turned to flee this way, when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps in the depths of the corridor.

He pricked up his ears in alarm, except for the torrential rain crashing against the glass windows, and the alternating echo of footsteps seemed to be harsher than the rain.

What to do? Was it tracked, since when did it start...... William then remembered that he hadn't had time to look back all the way.

There are more than a dozen wooden doors at both ends of the corridor, and behind each door, there is undoubtedly a dead end.

If you go any further, you will find the exit at the other end, and you will inevitably pass the place where Greyfang fell.

The footsteps outside the fire door are getting closer and closer, and the creak of pushing the door seems to sound at any moment.

What to do! Do you want to go in that direction?

William turned half of his face in horror, expecting to see Greyfang's corpse lying in a pool of blood.

But there, nothing.

His heart began to beat wildly, smashing down on William's chest, and the depths of his ear canal continued to pound out because of the congestion.

People only hear their heartbeat when they are on the verge of death.

But William is clearly playing the role of a murderer, what is he afraid of?

He held the gun in his hand, and the portable M-type revolver also emitted a metallic tremor frequency.

Run! A voice in his heart was speaking to him.

So William couldn't help but walk ahead, and the closer he got to the pool of blood on the ground, the more uncontrollable his heart beat against.

It's like his left atrium, so small that it almost can't fit this heart.

Until the sole of the shoe clicked and stepped on it, it was so sticky that there was not even a trace of blood.

William finally lost control, and he didn't have time to think about whether Greyfang was dead or not, so he just rushed down the stairs frantically and ran all the way in the rain.

Deep in the fire door, the sound of footsteps quickly caught up.

Outside the school gate, there was a wide street, and the rain was so heavy that there were no cars.

The traffic lights at the intersection tiredly switch directions, but they seem meaningless.

William avoided the overpass across the street, and in front of the only convenience store with the lights on, a woman had just come out and was knocked to the ground by him at a rapid pace.

The woman's scolding dissipated in the rain.

William looked back at the dark shadow and temporarily hid in the mouth of the alley next to it.

He couldn't run, the winter rain poured on his body, even the last layer of clothing lost resistance, and the huge impact force was like a hammer, which kept hitting again and again, making people dizzy.

"it!" He opened his mouth and exhaled a cloud of white gas, secretly observing the two intersections behind him, and suddenly began to shout towards that side again, "Here you are! Come on...... If you have the ability, you can kill me today! ”

Three seconds later, a huge light source approached, and a fast-pacing light rail train passed in front of William.

It turned out to be a railway, and a short distance from the bridge, there was a subway station upstream of the riverbank.

The chasing black shadow panicked now, and the train flew past with a red light, and William was gone.

He hurriedly stepped over the railroad tracks, only to glance down for a moment, and a knowing smile appeared on his face.

At the entrance of the subway station, William shivered in the cold wind, and it was time to end his shift in five minutes.

On this rainy night, not only were there no passers-by returning late, but even the escalators going down had already stopped.

He burrowed into the shelter of the ground, and as soon as he raised his hand to wipe the rain from his face, he suddenly found a black figure, standing quietly at the bottom of the escalator, holding the hat above his head with one hand, and picking up something from his arms with the other, looking up at him.

It's a gun!

William let out a few heart-rending screams, turned and ran into the cold, rainy night again.

This calm chase finally came to a halt by the river.

William really couldn't run, and he suddenly remembered that he still had an M1917 in his hand.

With two stiff fingers, he shuddered and moved the barrel of the gun, trying to get the last bullet in.

One and the other, it was so cold that these two fingers were made of ice.

Until there was a loud "pop".

The light of the gunfire in the dark night could be seen clearly even on the other side of the river.

Only the two people who fought face-to-face in the rain didn't know if it was too much rain or the brim of the man in black's hat was too low.

The moment death came, William couldn't even see his face clearly.

But a second later, his legs went limp, and like a rag, he fell crookedly into the river behind him.

He didn't even pull the frozen pistol, he didn't expect the revolver to be so difficult to use.

The rain continued all night.

In the late-night teaching building of Dawn Academy, Gray Fang took advantage of the moment when the murderer was distracted, got up and hid in the bathroom next to him.

The window overhead was wide open, and the rain poured in, washed the floor, and then soaked through the crack in the door, just to wash away the bloody footprints of the gray fangs.

The bird blocked the wound, and the gray fangs hugged its body tightly, feeling that it was still radiating warmth, and he didn't know if it was dead, and the thick feathers helped him stop the bleeding.

He leaned against the door and listened for a moment, and soon the footsteps of a man passed, followed by a heavier voice.

Gray Fang's eyes were black, and he gritted his teeth with all his might, and he couldn't fall here! Either way, you have to go back to the courtyard first, as long as you go back, it will be safe.

This decision supported Gray Fang like faith into the rainy night.

His vision became blurred and his body froze stiff.

The consciousness began to drift out, but the bird in his arms twitched slightly, and he didn't know if it was a hallucination.

But it was the vitality of this moment that made the gray fang hold up to the bottom.

In the vast rain, it seemed that there was only this bird, and I felt the desire to survive of Gray Fang.

Fortunately, not alone.