When the girl's figure appeared in the alley, it was dark at night.

She was tall and delicate-looking, and wore the uniform of an airline.

This familiar alleyway is the only way home, and you can walk to the door with your eyes closed.

This time it was an international flight, and she was exhausted by the more than ten hours of the flight.

It was getting dark, the alley was empty, and the dim street lamps stretched her shadow more and more tired.

The sound of the wheels of the suitcase rolling on the bluestone pavement, and the sound of his own high heels, is clear and rhythmic.

The mother of the child is worried, and this night is no exception.

When I first entered the alley, my mother called and asked her when she would be home, and the supper she had prepared was almost cold.

She has a common problem among young people nowadays, she loves her family unconditionally, but the way she expresses her love is always impatient.

She said, "Mom, are you annoyed, I don't know the way home, why don't you call me endlessly?" Stop calling, my phone is running out of battery. ”

The phone is indeed running out of battery, showing only 7% battery left.

The mother didn't ask any more and hung up the phone silently.

This night, there was no end to this road home, and she could never go back.

By the time she noticed the man behind her, it was too late.

On the night of the sixteenth day of the lunar calendar, the bright moon was in the sky.

After hanging up the mother's phone, the moonlight stretched the shadow of the person behind him long, and in just a few seconds, the shadow overtook him, and a gust of wind hit the back of his head.

When I woke up, I was dragged to the back of the row of garbage cans by the neck of the comer.

In the moonlight, the man was hooded and had a faint mint scent on his body.

An unprecedented fear rushed over her, and she pleaded.

"Brother, big brother, you will give you everything, just ask you not to hurt me."

The man's voice seemed to come from hell.

"I want everything, including your life."

The alley was empty, the streetlights at this fork in the road didn't know when it broke, and under the moonlight, the shadow of the trash can covered the shadow of the demon struggling with himself.

When the boundless torture began, she struggled desperately several times, but the more she struggled with the pain that the demon had inflicted on her, it was like rolling her young and beautiful body in a hot pot of oil.

Just when she thought she couldn't hold on, there was a sound of shuffling footsteps on the other side of the alley, the sound was getting closer and closer, and the girl was also very familiar with Luo Qiao, a middle school classmate who had been not dealing with her in the backyard.

In the years when she was in school, she always liked to hold half a cigarette, walk behind her with her feet, kick the stones on the bluestone road, and pretend to drag it, so as to provoke herself.

The girl knows that although this Luo Qiao has always looked at herself unpleasantly, she is definitely a female man who dares to be a woman, in Luo Qiao's words, she is the daughter of a police officer and the embodiment of justice.

On such a night, she was held hostage by the devil and met Luo Qiao, who she hadn't seen for a long time, and she would definitely not stand idly by.

The sound that was desperately shouted was not finished before the end was finished, and the person held down his mouth and nose to death.

A feeling of suffocation hits.

The sound of the shuffling footsteps was getting closer and closer, and it stopped, and hope was at hand.

Time seemed to stand still, and the girl desperately shouted the word Rojo, but the suffocating air turned into small whimpering.

When a glimmer of light lit up at the fork, the girl seemed to see angel wings flying in the air.

Rojo's slightly hoarse voice had never sounded so beautiful this night.

"Who? Who's there? ”

The sound of shuffling footsteps, step by step, approached.

It was the evil three-flowered cat that blocked the girl's life channel.

Ever since the girl was taken to the back of the trash can by the demon, it had been rummaging through the mass of garbage bags.

It was unscrupulous, unscrupulous, and its evil green eyes occasionally glanced at the girl and the demons around her.

Around the corner of the garbage, Rojo's shadow is getting closer and closer.

The demon freed his left hand and slapped the three-flowered cat in a daze.

The three-flowered cat whimpered and sprang out.

The girl's heart is cold, Rojo, she is allergic to cat hair and has been afraid of hairy animals since she was a child.

Sure enough, the last voice the girl heard in the world was the rhythmic, procrastinating, fading footsteps......