Even in sunny places, there are places where the light does not shine.

No matter how prosperous an area is, there will be people who have done their best just to survive.

In the same city, there are people like Hu Yan, who get up in the morning, open the curtains next to the bed and face the sea, and sit and watch the spring flowers bloom.

There are also people like Zhang Guangbei, who live in a handshake building in an urban village, even if they open the window to dry clothes, they have to discuss with their neighbors who live next to them how to divide the location, and even the sunshine has to be shared with others.

Even so, the night market in the urban village is still as lively as the bustling commercial street, and has its own unique fireworks atmosphere.

The aroma of carts, grilled scallops, and omelets wafted in the evening breeze lingered on the noses of passers-by, seducing the taste buds of passers-by, which is also the only signature of street food.

The Chen Ji food stall next to it occupies the road, and several tables are stuffed close to the roadside, and the business is quite prosperous, and several diners are obviously a little impatient to wait, and they can't help but urge the boss to ask when their dry fried beef river will be good.

Most of the pedestrians in the past are migrant workers who get off work with 996 and maybe 007 blessings, and they are in a hurry with a tired face.

Hu Yan walked down the street, and not far from the vegetable market, the sewage from the after-closing washing of the floor flowed to her feet, mixed with a few rotten vegetable leaves, so that she had to pay attention to the careful detour.

It can be seen that Hu Yanping should rarely come to this kind of place.

And the reason why she came was naturally not to experience life, but because she met Zhang Guangbei a few hours ago.

It was the first time she had encountered members of that mysterious chat group in real life.

Especially not long ago, I also learned in the group that the problem of the timeline being confused between the members of the group.

There are too many mysteries, tickling Hu Yan's curiosity.

When everyone reads novels and TV series, they will complain about some of these characters, and they don't know why, just because of that damn curiosity, the act of sending people to the leader of the lunch box is ridiculously retarded.

But when it's really your turn to happen, you always ignore the others and are driven by your inner curiosity.

The same goes for Hu Yan.

Tut.

Subway, glamorous girl, old man, tail line, alley corner.

In the eyes of LSPs, the combination of these keywords is probably enough to make their eyes start to light up, and they murmur "Let's not be sleepy when we mention this".

But the roles of the tail line and the tail line were reversed, followed by the uncertain expression on the face of the glamorous girl behind him, coupled with the slightly excited and crazy pace of the old man walking in front, the whole situation seemed quite weird.

......

Time flashes back a few hours ago.

Under the cover of the endless stream of pedestrians at the subway entrance, Hu Yan was only a little curious at first, and cautiously followed Zhang Guangbei all the way.

After a while, she found that although Zhang Guangbei's mental state was not quite right, he was not wandering blindly, but looking for something purposefully.

Soon, Zhang Guangbei stopped in a dilapidated community.

This community is quite old, and the security looks very average, and the surveillance at the entrance of the community is hanging at a strange angle, and some broken cables have come out, obviously knowing that it is broken at a glance.

Whether it was a stranger like Zhang Guangbei or Hu Yan, he walked in among the residents who entered and exited the door, and the people in the security booth seemed to be unconscious.

Hu Yan also glanced at the security booth when he passed by, and found a man in an ill-fitting security uniform who was holding a mobile phone and swiping a certain audio and video ......

Hu Yan, who followed here, thought that Zhang Guangbei was going home.

So she silently remembered the address, and when she was about to leave, she saw Zhang Guangbei but didn't walk to the staircase for some reason, just stood in front of a building, looked down at her phone, raised her head again, and began to count the floors with words.

This strange movement made Hu Yan, who was about to turn around and leave, stop again.

I saw that Zhang Guangbei seemed to be sure of something, and quickly reached out to grab the air in front of him, grabbed the air, but as if he had grabbed some treasure, he held it in his hand and hid it in his arms, and observed it left and right like a thief.

Hu Yan, who was hiding not far away to watch the bushes, couldn't help but shrink back when he saw this, and hid himself more tightly.

Zhang Guangbei saw that there was no one around, so he put his tightly clenched, but actually empty hand to his mouth and blew it violently, and then his eyes rolled slightly, and after a while, as if he had received some response, he suddenly let out a "hey, hey, hey" laugh as if no one was around.

It looks a little funny, but in front of the open space in front of the silent and uninhabited community at night, it is inexplicably a little terrifying.

After Zhang Guangbei finished this series of headless and brainless movements, he stood in front of the clearing, looking at the floor a little sluggishly, showing a demented appearance.

Hu Yan looked at it for a moment, and suddenly shook his head a little funny, this is indeed a madman.

I still feel that this person is a breakthrough to understand the mysterious chat group.

It's just that in the group chat before, the hammer still seemed to be very normal, did I misjudge?

Hu Yan began to doubt whether the conclusion that the old madman opposite was the hammer in the chat group was correct at the beginning.

She crouched in the jungle and slowly retreated, deceiving no longer the need to observe.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, and the retreating Hu Yan's nose opened slightly, as if he smelled a particularly obvious smell of decay, both like some kind of wood rotting and like the strange smell of some kind of fish fermented after death.

Hu Yan frowned, why did he have an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Woo~Woo~Woo~"

She didn't think long before she was interrupted by the sound of a whistle.

Hu Yan looked up and saw that an ambulance with a red cross on its body drove in from the gate of the community with a whistle.

She suddenly seemed to think of something, and looked back at the building that Zhang Guangbei was staring at just now, only to see a young woman with a somewhat disheveled hair stumbling towards the ambulance at the top of the stairs.

"Help! Save my husband! He suddenly ......"

"Okay, patient's family, please don't get excited, where is the patient?" The ambulance staff was apparently experienced and quickly stabilized the young woman's mood and inquired about the location of her patient.

After a while, the ambulance crew carrying the stretcher lifted the patient down.

Hu Yan noticed that the ambulance worker who led the way in gently shook his head to his companion who stayed in the car.

She mobilizes the ability to listen carefully.

[Alas, I ran in vain, this patient was unlucky, he had already touched the carotid artery and had no pulse, and a set of cardiopulmonary resuscitation on the spot did not work.

It is estimated that it is hanging.

It's also strange, why are there so many such cases in the past two days, at a young age, if you can't get up in one breath, you can't do it directly. 】

[I remember that there was one order yesterday, and there were two cases this morning, which is really strange. 】

Hu Yan was startled, and suddenly turned his head to look at Zhang Guangbei not far away.

I saw that Zhang Guangbei seemed to be a lot more normal at this time, and the corners of his mouth provoked a trace of an obscure smile.

At the same time, Hu Yan finally heard the voice of this crazy old man at this time.

"Fourth...... The next person seems to be called ...... Zhuang Xie? ”

......

Time comes back to the present.

While cautiously following behind Zhang Guangbei, while thinking back and reviewing everything he had just witnessed, Hu Yannian muttered the somewhat familiar name.

"Zhuang Xie? That little boyfriend I ran into the other day with that student? ”

Seeing the dead man, Hu Yan, who wanted to withdraw from it, finally hesitated because of the familiar name in Zhang Guangbei's mouth, but he still unconsciously followed.

"Damn, I can't call the police about this, do I have to tell the police that this old man is a madman murderer with superpowers? Can you take people's lives in the air?

I'm afraid I didn't get thought of as crazy first......

Originally, there was a policeman in the group chat, but the chat group was updated and couldn't go in! Grass! ”

Although Hu Yan felt a little bad, he was still cautious and vigilant in his actions at this time, and planned to determine the residence of the old man who killed the demon in front of him, and after the chat group was updated, he would tell Wu Yuhe in the group that he should be able to think of a solution.

While thinking, Zhang Guangbei in front of him walked into a corner of the alley.

Hu Yan silently counted the seconds for a while, and then continued to follow.

Well?

What about people?

After turning the corner, as far as Hu Yan's line of sight could see, the target had quietly disappeared.

A chill suddenly rose behind him, and Hu Yan seemed to be able to feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up.

At that moment, a kind-sounding voice sounded from his side.

"Little girl, what are you doing with the old man?"

Hu Yanmei's eyes widened, and she turned her head to look in the direction where the sound was made.

In the darkness, a wrinkled face slowly approached, and in the sunken eye sockets, the bloodshot eyeballs were staring at her, even as if they were glowing red under the dim street lamp......

What frightened Hu Yan the most was that the hands that seemed to be ordinary, and even looked wrinkled because of their chapped skin, were slowly raising and aimed at her, as if they were about to grab her.

The person who came was Zhang Guangbei.