Black suspender trousers, two straps hanging from the shoulders of their pale yellow shirts, and bowler brown hats, both of whom were young men, and the gray stains on their faces and clothes indicated that they were supposed to be hovering between the bottom and the middle class.

Here they may be waiting for their prey on the street outside, who knew that a man would emerge from the manhole cover behind them.

Forced from the manhole cover to the corner of the alleyway with a short knife, the black-ash stone bricks could smell a faint smell of coal, Donald's gaze lingered on the two men due to nervousness.

At this moment, the consciousness suddenly went into a trance, which lasted for about three seconds, and the sight of the eyes seemed to be covered with a light red veil for the next moment.

"Two gentlemen, I don't want to have a conflict with you, you are getting gray mist out of your body, aren't you going to deal with it?"

Through the moonlight, looking through the red veil, Donald noticed that the shoulders and heads of the two men were beginning to emit some gray mist, roaming over their heads, thinking that something was wrong with their bodies, and trying to salvage the situation by alerting them.

Due to the high level of nervousness, he did not realize that the problem was actually with him.

"Gray Mist...... Mike, this guy can't be a mentally ill bum, is he?

The two young thieves looked at each other, and the one on the left whispered, and he began to wonder if he had lost his eyes.

"It's his lie, you look at his leather shoes and the vest under his cloak, it's not the dress of a low-level person, I bet he must have a good family, he definitely has money, kill him, we probably don't have to worry about money in the last few days. ”

Crime seems to them to be just an ordinary trifle, and in this day and age, killing people is not such a difficult thing to do.

It's just that what Donald is paying attention to at this time is obviously a little out of reality, and he swears that he must have seen the gray mist above the heads of these two people, and as they walked towards him with knives, reddish blood began to appear in the gray mist.

What the hell is going on......

"Up!"

Mike's Adam's apple rolled, and the muffled command sent a chill through Donald's heart, and fine goosebumps appeared on his skin.

This is a dead end, there is no way back in the rear, I just crossed it, and I have to die here again?

"Wait...... No!!"

The tip of the knife was only about 2 centimeters away from his chest, and a rush of blood or something rushed into his mind, and Donald held out his hand and yelled.

Stopped.

The tip of the knife stopped!

The two thieves could only feel the hand holding the knife fixed in front of them, and it was difficult to move forward even the slightest.

"What's going on...... My knife ...... Demon's family, this is an alien! Run!!"

Mike stared at Donald's eyes, and the next moment he seemed to see a great horror, what a pair of terrifying eyes, the black eyes were deep and mysterious, but the central pupils were glowing with crimson blood and phosphorescence.

When he was stared at by these eyes, fear involuntarily appeared in his heart, and the instinct of the creature told him to leave, the farther away the better!

A hideous expression mixed with horror appeared on his face, and without hesitation, he threw away the weapon in his hand and ran out of the alley with his companions.

"Ahem~hiss~Drink~"

A series of incomprehensible wails rang out in Donald's throat as he watched the two murderers leave, and a strong sense of collapse spread from all parts of his body, causing him to collapse directly to the ground, sweating layer after layer.

After a while, Donald felt like his back and armpits were soaking wet.

"Demonic Dependents...... What do you mean, and why do they run......? What kind of world is this Nima!"

Although Donald himself naturally couldn't see the changes in his body, he still vaguely felt something from the mouth of the murderer.

Leaning against the wall, enduring the trembling of the body, the uncontrollable divergence of thoughts.

Donald Grant was an ordinary person, at least once was, otherwise there would have been something about it in his memory, after all, it was an absolutely impressive thing.

So where did the power that froze the two murderers just now come from?

Combined with the words he had just heard, and the magic descenting array in the sewers, Donald's face turned pale, it was a magic circle that summoned demons......

Maybe the demon images I saw in my previous life were cold and handsome, and my style was very high, but that was just fiction.

Based on the place and conditions for the demon subjugation ritual alone, Donald can be sure that as a creature representing the dark side of desire, the demons in this world are definitely terrifying existences!

"Ceremonial ...... No, no, no, that circle is obviously ...... Ahem~"

The success of the ritual means that the demon did appear, although he did not see it...... But if your memory is correct, the symbolic description in the blood ring of the magic circle you saw before does not mention any mention of the gift of power, but more of the content of sacrifice.

The panic in his heart, the horror in turn acted on the body, and it was a violent cough, after all, Donald was an ordinary person in his previous life, and he suddenly came into contact with this kind of thing, and he didn't have any example reference and knowledge in this area.

Even if I racked my brains, I still couldn't recall the knowledge of religion at all.

"If you don't have enough information, don't scare yourself, things aren't bad enough to get that bad, guessing out of thin air will only make the situation worse. ”

Blindly speculating on things that are not supported by enough information is undoubtedly asking for trouble for yourself in the current situation.

Now the important thing is to get home, he wants to get acquainted with and understand the world and the situation of Donald in particular as quickly as possible, and it doesn't mean anything to know his name and age.

Holding on to the wall with one hand, I walked out of the alley, and the street under my feet was paved with brown or gray and reddish stone bricks, not wide, about two lanes of space, covered with a lot of dust, these bricks and stones could not be said to be completely level, but they were quite neat.

There are street lamps on both sides of the street, pitch black lampposts, and simple glass lampshades, and if you look closely, you will find that this is the most primitive kerosene lamp, which needs to be lit manually with a torch, and now it is about past the time to ignite, and the light in the lampshade is the best proof.

This is the first time that the Donald has detailed the houses of this world, in an Italianate style, with flat roofs, cornices, angular projecting window sills, erected in mid-air, sky corridors connecting buildings on both sides of the street, in which art and civilization are present.

Of course, this is only part of the story, but there are also Gothic spired houses in the vicinity, with curved domes, and in general the architectural style is very free.

Donald, who was standing at the entrance of the alleyway, then stared at the fruit shop with a sign hanging on the door of the house directly opposite for about two minutes, the dark green façade was quite fresh, the wooden shelf outside the door was empty, the fruit should have been recovered, and there were still some peeled peels on the ground, which had been stepped on and flattened and collapsed.

Why waste so much time looking at the scenery around you?

Because Donald Grant suddenly found out that he didn't know where his house was!

What is this?

Even if you forget about other things, you don't know where your home is, and how reluctant your predecessor is to go home?

The lack of this memory left Donald in a difficult situation, and the only place he could think of was the police station, which the police should be able to help him find his home, but the problem was that he didn't know where the police station was now......

At this point, it was necessary to find a passerby, so Donald simply walked down the street.

Bell ~ bell ~ bell ~

In the distance, a bell echoed in the night sky, eight o'clock in the evening.

This time is not considered a break in any world, so Donald soon meets the first passerby, a middle-aged man in a baggy shirt with a cloth bag on his shoulder.

"Sir, I would like to ask where is the nearest police station?"

Donald noticed that the middle-aged man looked at him in surprise, especially as he stayed on his cloak for a long time and took two steps back without a trace.

"On Melanson Street, go straight and there's a sign on the corner fifty meters ahead, about two blocks from here, oh...... The smell of your body is really ...... Sorry, I have to go. ”

People have a sense of smell, Donald stayed in the sewer for a long time, and rolled around there a few times in his cloak, the smell on his body was not much better than that of the pigsty, he himself may not feel anything, but the other party was deeply troubled by this, so after a simple reply, the middle-aged man left immediately.

"Melanson Avenue. ”

Repeating the name, Donald couldn't wait to take off his cloak, and after seeing the sticky object stained behind the cloak, he hurriedly sent it to the trash can on the side of the street, and the strange smell around him suddenly lessened a lot.

Walking down the street, you soon saw the street signs pointed out by passers-by, and the five wooden signs on the Preston City Police Department were outlined in black ink.

Turn right at the intersection and walk to a bridge over a river, and the city of Preston is quiet and peaceful at night...... At least from the bridge.

"Grant, is that you?"

Someone nearby was calling to him, looking in the direction from which the sound came, and the source was under a street lamp ten meters away.

The first thing I saw was a pair of women's boots, and then a simple beige dress that covered the neck and elbows, covering the whole body tightly.

The girl in front of her has fair cheeks, delicate and harmonious facial features, and a pair of dark blue eyes with a crystal soft light in the pale yellow light.

"Hmmm......"

Donald fell silent in response, his brow visibly furrowed, not because of the obvious detachment from which the girl addressed herself. Perhaps stimulated by external objects, some broken words and emotions began to appear in his mind.

Wife!