What happened to the Sunflower Club, Hollen didn't know.

After he left, he helped him to take him home, and saw if he could find a car.

Unfortunately, luck didn't favor him tonight.

Several times the empty cars that appeared were intercepted halfway, and he could only hold on to Lien and walk back slowly.

"After this street, there should be fewer people at the intersection in front of you. ”

On the street of the Sunflower Club, transportation is very sought-after because there are many drunk people, and most people don't want to get drunk and unconscious, and then sleep on the street.

At the end, when he was still conscious, he would tell the driver the location of his home.

In this way, it is impossible to say whether it will be robbed by some ill-intentioned drivers.

Most people, like Lean, will have a reliable friend by their side to ensure the safety of life and property.

The narrow alleys, the dark houses, only the few houses will be lit up.

This proves that the residents of this place have a healthy schedule.

and the lively streets, like two worlds.

Da! Da! Da!

Clear footsteps, walking in the alley, and clear echoes.

The buildings in the city of Kot are like that, they look a little messy, and on the opposite side of many busy streets, just around the corner, are old, dilapidated alleys and residential areas.

The situation has been slowly improving over the years, and the senior officials of the city council are realizing the mistakes made by their predecessors.

This process is slowly being corrected, and a number of abandoned old buildings have been demolished to replan a new prosperous area.

Lean shrugged his head from sleep, twisting back and forth, left and right, occasionally accidentally lying on Hollen's shoulder.

At this time, Horn will push his head away mercilessly.

The breath coming from the snort, you can feel a strong long-lost breath.

Huo Lun frowned, although he was drinking, but the wine was not bad, and when he was almost completely drunk, he usually maintained a certain sanity and would not let himself fall into an embarrassing situation.

"How do you feel, shouldn't you get him drunk, just knock him out, isn't it easier?"

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped.

In the dim light, Horren looked silently ahead.

A piece of paper.

Or rather, a painting.

As it slowly fell from the sky, Horn looked up in the direction of the fall, only to see a dark building with no lights on.

When he walked in, he realized that it was a line drawing, and it looked like he was tracing something.

The traces of the trace range from holding the pen, gently and carefully, to speeding up as if venting.

It has become the current four.

At least, Hollen didn't associate any similar images from this simple line drawing.

On the line drawing, paint was splashed, red, green, gray, messed up.

"It's boring. ”

Define the picture.

To say that it is a painting is to lift it, and to throw it directly like this is simply littering.

Not ready to pay attention, he helped Lien and prepared to move on.

However, the road ahead was blocked.

A bald head, no, not bald yet, and the back half of the head has a circle of "lush" hair that sticks tightly to the head.

Probably in his thirties, with a long hooked nose and an unsightly appearance, he stared at Holren with a pair of eyes.

He held a sharp knife in his hand, with a somewhat peculiar shape, and the other end of the sharp end was the brush of a paintbrush.

Somewhat inexplicable, he looked at the person standing in front of him, "Did I provoke you?"

Hearing this question, the hooked nose on the other side suddenly began to tremble, and even the hand holding the knife began to shake uncontrollably.

Looking at Hollen, there was a hint of resentment in his eyes.

"What qualifications do you have to say that my paintings are rubbish, you are rubbish. ”

The sudden insult made Huo Lun feel very unhappy.

"Ah~ Great Lord Yarman, I am by far the most similar person to imitate your drawings, and no one understands the hidden meaning of greatness in your drawings better than I do. ”

"How soulful they are, of incomparable value, and that it is an insult to them not to be measured by the stench of money. ”

Hooknose stared at the colorful scrap with a feverish gaze, as if looking at some peerless treasure.

But in fact, it's a piece of garbage.

As he became more and more agitated, his face began to flush abnormally.

Something is wrong.

This is not a simple madman.

With the special picture that appeared in front of him, he understood that this was indeed not a simple madman, but an evil and garbage madman.

[Transcendent Creature: The Fallen Painter of the Mad Demons]

[Status: Inadvertently peeked into Yarman Kasser's "real" sketches, and his mind was unable to suppress his desires, becoming half-human, half-demon. 】

The hooked nose was still there, and his eyes were getting bigger and bigger, and he could clearly see that his sockets were covered with bloodshots.

Reach a certain emotional tipping point, clench the knife, and rush towards Horen.

"Die, lowly bastard, how can you read my paintings, just like the people who say my paintings are worthless trash, you will become one of the trash. ”

I have to say, these words are really infuriating.

At the moment when the hooked nose rushed by, a sharp dagger appeared out of thin air.

With his left hand, he lifted the back of Leon's neck and turned neatly to dodge the blow from the opposite side.

Poof!

The sound of a dagger stabbing into flesh.

The hooked nose slowly fell to the ground, and the wide eyes slowly closed.

"So, just because you told the truth, are you going to kill you?"

The figure on the ground could no longer answer his question.

Retract the dagger, let the corpse behind him lie there quietly, waiting for the people to pass by, frightened to find this already cold corpse, naturally will call the police.

"It's also about cleaning up the garbage for the city. ”

This hooknose is obviously a madman, and when he sees people saying that his painting is not good, he will use a knife, and he has obviously killed many people.

Lien, who knew nothing about this, was sleeping soundly.

Tonight's luck has not been good, out of the quiet alley, at the intersection of the road, can not stop a car.

Helpless, Huo Lun could only carry Lien to the place where his family lived.

Luckily, it's not far from here.

After handing Leon over to their parents, Holren politely said goodbye and left, thanks from each other.

It is conceivable that if you are drunk, you will face a family storm tomorrow.

It must not have been a good scene.

Similar to the Lotus community where he lives, the community where Lien's family lives also has a high level of security, so there is basically no need to worry about ordinary security issues.

I spun around casually, but I didn't touch the big-mouthed man that Leon described.

After leaving the community, at this time, it was already late at night.

The whole city has also stopped a lot.

An unexpected creature is gnawing on the corpse of a homeless man next to a garbage can.

There was no one around, until someone arrived, causing the creature to turn back.

"It seems that tonight's luck is really not good. ”

Unlike the hot wind in the evening, the cool breeze in the middle of the night still has some coolness when it blows on the body.

"What is this, a dog?"

It does look very much like a dog-like creature, huge in size, with a grinning mouth that loosens the food in its mouth, and the breath that snorts from it splashes dust on the ground.

Roar!

Demonstratively yelled at Holren.

[Transcendent Creature: Ghoul Dog. 】

[Status: Artificially altered bloodline, resulting in a failed ghoul.] 】

It's a ghoul with a devouring instinct left.

On this night, come out to wander and forage for food, bite the neck of a poor homeless man, and are devouring his corpse.

You can imagine such a picture in your mind.

Hungry homeless people, in the middle of the night when people are asleep, without a companion, go out alone in search of food to survive.

In order not to be disgusted, he chose to be late at night, and there are often people who eat leftover food, according to his experience, in the trash.

While rummaging, he was attacked by an equally hungry ghoul and bit off his throat.

The neck that does not stop bleeding verifies this conjecture, and there is a big gap in the fracture.