I listened to the strange noise coming from behind me, this moment.

I could even feel the heartbeat of the middle-aged police officer behind me, "Poof... Poof. ”

It can be seen that he also has some experience in dealing with this situation, but it is as bad as today.

Apparently for the first time.

"Boss... Head.... ”

At the end of the corridor, two detectives were waving their hands at the moment, gesturing.

"What's wrong?"

A young police detective, trembling in horror, said, "Head... Boss, behind you... That thing..."

Suddenly, both of us understood what he was referring to.

At this moment, I can't wait to throw him in a wheelchair.

Personally, pushing the wheelchair and running away.

Is this guy stupid, why is he still staying here, what are you doing?

"What are you waiting for... Hurry up and run. ”

I let out a loud snort.

With a huge force coming from the back of the wheelchair behind me, I finally experienced a thrilling, rollercoaster-like feeling.

His sweat fell on my hair, and I felt the panic and fear in his heart at this time.

The long and narrow corridors, accompanied by flickering lights, make people shudder.

I don't know how far away the little guy behind me was when the young detective in front of me gestured at us.

Intuitively I felt it, this time.

I'm afraid we're going to lose another of our heads.

The old chief used to say that death is for the ignorant and cowardly.

A true adventurer can find a trace of reason in a panicked environment, and I am such a person.

The middle-aged police officer with a wheelchair behind me and running wildly is also such a person.

But I don't know about these two slightly inexperienced "cowards" in front of me.

Really.

When the pistol shattered the burglar bolt of the iron door, the two of them, one in a frenzy, poured into the boundless darkness.

Luckily, I was quick and grabbed one of them by the arm.

So much so that he did not let two lives die innocently at the same time.

The ghost fire beating in front of him, as if it was at the mouth of the stairs, had been in ambush for a long time.

The moment he was swallowed by the blue flames, he suddenly turned his head to look at me and the middle-aged police officer behind him.

He wailed, but he couldn't dispel the fate.

"Help... Save me. ”

"Boss... Save... Save me. ”

His voice, almost distorted.

Like a charred zombie, his body emitted a stench of scorching, limping out of his hand and walking towards us.

"Smack..."

His head is like a crisp wind chime.

In the next moment, it completely broke off from the burning erection neck, fell to the ground, and turned into dust.

"Thanks... Thanks..."

The surviving young man turned back to me with a grateful look, but I didn't have time to pay attention.

Looking at the pale blue ghost fire in front of me, I decided.

"Go back the way you came."

"What, you're TM crazy".

The two people behind him blurted out almost at the same time.

I pretended to be calm and said, "I have a way to deal with her, but this ghost fire, if it is contaminated, the general will definitely die." ”

"Sacrifice the female detective in my arms, and the three of us will be able to live."

At this moment, I suddenly couldn't help but make a joke.

This kind of question, it seems that only fools and ruthless people can make corresponding choices.

"Little man~ sat on the comb table~"

Terrifying ballads echoed behind him.

At this moment, I made a choice for the two of them.

"Run, run."

"Don't look back!"

I threw the still unconscious female police detective in my arms to the two people in front of me.

And also kicked the young detective in the ass.

The other kick, in the dark, kicked open the iron door of the safe passage.

I don't know if this posture can be called ridiculous, but the two people in front of me shouldn't notice it at this moment.

I'm a man who should have died in a mine a long time ago.

Such a way of dying, although it seems a little tragic, but at least.

Those unjust souls in the mines will definitely give me a thumbs up.

I scolded angrily at the middle-aged police officers who turned their heads from time to time and were a little "reluctant".

"Don't be presumptuous, think about when Lao Tzu killed that innocent little girl, I never had a soft hand."

I deliberately lied to him, provoked him, wanted him to get out of here quickly, and at the same time spread the matter to more people.

That way, my death will be worthwhile.

In the dim light, a little girl with an old gramophone in her arms was facing me.

Little by little, I came over.

In the gramophone, babbling and singing long and deep songs.

My heart was almost in my throat.

I don't like being a hero, but there are too many people who have become lonely souls because of me.

This time, it's time for me to show manly spirit.

I looked at the little girl in front of me, and for the first time, I looked at her so closely.

A thin body, dressed in this, an old, blood-stained dress.

The shoulder was lonely, almost empty, except for a small half-amputated spine, which appeared on the top of the neck.

"Actually, if you had a head, it would be cute."

I looked at her quietly as if I were at home, and walked towards me step by step.

I closed my eyes, and even very clearly, I could hear my own heartbeat.

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three..."

I counted silently, and even felt that her cold little hand was already on my chin, and it might be unscrewed at any moment.

Suddenly, in my mind, that beautiful and moving figure resurfaced.

"If the old chief knew now, I was still thinking about his little daughter before I died, and I don't know how I would feel."

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth.

I wanted to scold myself angrily, and I didn't even have the courage to confess at the beginning.

A powerful arm grabbed me in an instant and plunged into the darkness.

I was well aware that the hand dragging my collar belonged to the middle-aged police officer.

At that moment, I opened my eyes, and I could even see her attack very clearly.

How she twisted other people's heads into 360 degrees.

I broke out in a cold sweat with fright, and I finally knew.

Why, the little girl will have no head.

"This guy has a pair of extremely powerful arms, and her own head, I'm afraid that when she committed suicide, she tore it off by herself."

"Head... People want your head! ”

Her hoarse voice, moving from the gramophone in her arms, was still unwilling, and suddenly flew towards me.

I lifted a kick hard, almost in the air, this one.

I don't know if I kicked her this time.

Or rather, does she have a physical body?

All I know is that her weakness is that she is afraid of water, and when she encounters water, she will melt into a puddle of mud.

At the beginning, the most scarce thing in the mine was probably water.