"That's it for fools," Tang Song's voice was originally low, he usually smiled, he didn't sound so scary, Mo Bei couldn't see his expression now, he only felt that his eyes were burning, and he was falling on his face heavily, she heard him say in a tone without ups and downs, "You may want me to be a little more stupid, listen to you for everything, let you stay here alone to face that monster, and then bring someone to come over tomorrow to collect your body." ”

Mo Bei slowly clenched his fists.

"How do I tell your parents to come and take you away? Your little uncle is in this city, I can't make up a lie to deceive them......" Tang Song raised his hand and stroked her cheek gently, his voice suddenly became brisk, sounding extremely weird, "I found that if you have more contact with others, you will have such and such troubles, I said last time, if you really don't take your own safety seriously, I will still lock you up, okay?" There's always a way to keep you out of the house...... I can't watch you die, I can't let you die when I don't know, you won't see anyone, will it be safe? ”

The more Mo Bei listened to him, the more uneasy she felt in her heart, she didn't like Tang Song's state, she was so sick and paranoid that she seemed to go crazy.

This even gave her the illusion that this was his nature, and that the evil spirit that appeared when they met for the first time was real, and he had just been restraining or pretending, pretending to be exactly the same as her, lying to her that they belonged to the same kind, and then seducing her step by step, enclosing her into his own territory, asking her to trust, to be obedient, and to ask her to pay all her honesty.

Mo Bei's breathing gradually increased, and she supported his body to break free, but her limbs were weak and weak, and she couldn't get rid of his prohibition at all.

Her barren emotions suddenly swelled into a puddle of her brain, she couldn't tell whether panic or anger had taken over her body first, she couldn't control her trembling, but her brain had a part of it to look at her coldly, and even ridiculed her for being stupid.

Once again, emotions and reason are polarized.

Her heart was surging with emotion, but she could still look at him calmly and indifferently, and moved her mouth slightly: "Liar! ”

Tang Song lowered his eyes, his expression couldn't help but be gloomy, he pressed the stiff and trembling body in front of him hard in his arms, pressed his forehead against hers, and said coldly: "Every word I said is true. ”

He heard Mo Bei Leng snort.

"I'm not going to lie," he sighed silently, but his tone didn't change, "my kindness to you is true, but the evil I want to do to you is also true, do you want to try it?" ”

If Mo Bei thought that Tang Song was just a parent who bluffed and scared children, now he only thinks that he is a pervert.

Both of them exuded cold air all over their bodies, and walked on the way down the mountain one after the other.

Mo Bei used his mobile phone to follow the road and walked behind, occasionally someone walked by, always looking strangely, and then muttering and walking away.

Tang Song endured it and didn't look back, but his steps became slower and slower, until he kept his head down and could see the halo emitted by the mobile phone light behind him.

He has always been able to endure many things, but when Mo Bei asked him to go on his own initiative, attacking monsters regardless of it, and coughing up blood for unknown reasons, his bottom line suddenly returned, and it rose to an incredible height.

Tang Song has always had a strange expectation for Mo Bei, he hopes that she will be free and wanton, like everyone else, to live this life carefree, and he also hopes that she will stay under his nose all the time, and she can take root and take root in the best, don't go anywhere, can't go anywhere.

He kept holding the back half, and reason told him that it was not right.

But once something happens to her, there is no line between right and wrong, and they crumple together into a gray wish.

Tang Song remembered what happened before, he had been engaged in his profession for many years and had experienced many unusual things, but none of his experiences told him that a corpse would climb into the sofa by itself.

But he believed.

The person leaning against the door of the box saw them first, stood up straight, and she walked as she stepped on her footsteps, causing his important but non-existent heart to beat violently.

He had the illusion that at that moment, he came to life.

The reason, which had always stood on the peak, was gradually dragged into the water, and he didn't even know what was dragging it to gradually depression.

And the thing in the chest cavity throbbed violently and sucked in the blood, constantly expanding, like a balloon filled with water, stretching open the ribs and squeezing the lobes of the lungs, and it was so painful that it was uneasy to sit still, and I don't know when it exploded.

There were times when he wished it had exploded like this, like just now.

Blowing it up like this, the internal organs would be shattered by the impact, and then the skin would be peeled off, the bones would be crushed, and all the flesh would be rolled out into a curtain, and she would be wrapped in it, so that her ears could not hear or see the best, so that she could swallow every breath of air that was him.

Tang Song continued to walk forward with his head down, but the aperture behind him suddenly disappeared, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly turned around.

Mo Bei stood on the side of the road and looked at the small alley next to the shop at the corner of the street, and didn't know what he found.

He walked over: "What's wrong?" ”

Mo Bei glanced at him and didn't speak.

Tang Song was not so embarrassed, and looked inside, but the two of them were blind one by one, and in this case, Tang Song was still deaf, and he didn't see anything for a long time.

Mo Bei took two steps forward, came to the entrance of the alley, held his mobile phone and was about to enter, but he was suddenly grabbed by his hand, and his ears were suddenly filled with tinnitus because of the sudden quietness.

She glared at him with a frown.

Tang Song pointed to her mobile phone, the performance of the mobile phone was good, the back light was very bright, and there were even moths hovering under the lamp, and he said, "If you go in like this, you will have a ghost if you are not discovered." ”

I always feel a little sick when I hear this......

Mo Bei turned off the mobile phone light, handed over the right to guide him temporarily, and was dragged behind with a cold face.

The alley was not long, and soon it came to an end.

Tang Song heard a heavy low panting sound first, and the air was sent back from the lungs to the outside, constantly passing through the narrow and moist throat, causing the base of the tongue and mouth to make a low vibration, like a big drum being caressed.

After a rough gasp, there was suddenly more gurgling sound of licking hair.

The voice was very close, Tang Song leaned against the wall and didn't dare to look rashly, for fear of provoking a monster attack, and then Mo Bei began to be reckless again.

The monster kept licking its fur, and suddenly there was a rapid pumping sound from its chest, similar to the movement of a cat twitching its ribs and squeezing its ribs to provoke vomiting.

It twitched for a long time before finally throwing it up.

Both of them smelled a cold, rotten smell at the same time.

Mo Bei suddenly felt something, and pulled Tang Song to prepare to go back.

Outside the alley, the monster seemed to sense it and began to approach.

They didn't have time to run, Mo Bei pushed Tang Song to a wall with a raised partition, and pressed him against the wall, Tang Song didn't have time to speak, she covered her whole face with both hands at the same time.

Including the nose.

The footsteps of the monster lingered at the mouth of the alley, circling back and forth and not approaching.

Mo Bei tilted his head and looked out vigilantly, there was a street lamp at the entrance of the alley, and there were a few moths flying under the lamp.

She could see the huge canine-like monster coming and going outside, with a fluffy tail, but human limbs, and the fragile hands and feet of the human moved around a body the size of a door panel.

Mo Beiguang could feel the squeak of squeezing between the joints when he looked at it.

The hand covering Tang Song's face suddenly itched, and she turned her head to glare, only to see him gently pulling the finger covering his nose with one finger.

Mo Bei remembered that he was still losing his temper, so he didn't laugh out loud, but just moved his hand down.

At this interval, the footsteps stranded at the entrance of the alley became heavier, and it approached.

Tang Song stretched out his hand the moment he heard it, and Mo Bei was caught off guard and pulled into his arms, and had to support the wall with his hands.

Tang Song was only covered with his mouth, and his eyes were freed.

He felt that Mo Bei was putting his hand down, and knew that she was going to be tough again, so he squeezed the hand behind her waist hard.

Mo Bei: "......"

Mo Bei hates!

A hand emerges from the place where the wall is hidden and falls to the ground.

The monster's massive head reached into the alley and pinpointed the two men.

It exuded a cold and disgusting aura, a low roar in its throat, and a black-purple tongue in its mouth. It leaned its head closer, a thick black fog weaving through the mess of hair.

It didn't attack, just stared at them with white eyes.

Mo Bei put down his hand, broke free from Tang Song's arms, took the initiative to hold his fingers, and didn't let him go back to being a blind man watching a one-man show.

Mo Bei knew that he couldn't speak, so he shook Tang Song's hand and motioned for him to come up.

The monster suddenly leaned its head over, and Mo Bei didn't have time to react, and was touched by the tip of its cold nose on his forehead.

A string of sharp images burst into my mind strongly.

It wasn't a complete memory, all she saw were fragmented images, like flipping through cruel and ruthless photos.

Inside, there were bloody tooth chambers, and the flesh that was bonded around it was retained with the gray foam left behind by the release of gunpowder.

There was a dog with its ears cut off, its eyeballs were wide open to reveal a circle of white flesh, and its eyes were glazed by the sharp pain.

There was a series of rough stitches on the belly of a cat, and the seams tugged at the loose two-petaled skin, revealing strange indigestible items inside, sharp pieces of glass, or gravel.

In the picture, they are all alive, their strong vitality encircled into a cage, surrounded by the iron bars of the elder's spikes, and they have to step on the thorns, grinding off their flesh pads, exposing their phalanges, and their claws have lost their use as a weapon for revenge.

If you don't move, you will lie in this living hell, feeling the residual pain of your body over and over again until you die.

Mo Bei broke free from the illusion, only to feel a splitting headache, and his head seemed to be pierced into a short ice blade, which melted and released a piercing coldness.

The monster opened its mouth and made a baby-like sound.

"Is it my fault?"

It repeated the words, its voice raised childishly, like a crying child, and its tone was full of pain and sorrow.

Mo Bei was about to speak, when he suddenly heard a fluttering sound of wings, overlapping and overlapping.

The monster glanced back, panicked and ready to leave.

Mo Bei saw a gray moth.

It carried a swarm of the same moths, and the moths lined up in a line, and swept towards the monster at an astonishing speed, and they were very numerous, and they flew up densely, like an impermeable net, and pounced on the monster like an impermeable net, and surrounded it, and it was twisted into a rope in an instant, and it was violently retracted, and the rope was deeply tied to its body, and it was suddenly dragged backwards.

The monster only had time to let out a frightened and helpless cry, and it desperately clung to the ground with its hands and feet, its sharp nails embedded in the hard ground, but in vain it could only leave strips of white ash and be dragged upside down the alley.