The night in the City of Fog is special, not because of the lights in the city, nor because of the occasional whistle of the steamers in the ferry, but because of the fog that never lifts.

It obscures the lights, it obscures the buildings, it obscures the pedestrians on the road, obscuring everything, and it is not clear whether it is a hazy beauty or a hazy fear.

For the inhabitants of the City of Mist, the night is daunting, as it swallows people into the darkness until nothing remains.

In the rental house, Chu was already asleep in bed, and it was obvious that she was no longer so adamant that the messenger did not need to rest.

Lawrence, however, did not fall asleep with his eyes open, he lay on the couch and turned over, lying on his back looking at the ceiling above him.

He lay down for a while, perhaps not sleepy, and got up from the couch.

With a mess of hair, Lawrence walked over to the side of the refrigerator.

He grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge, closed the door casually, and sat down at the table.

The refrigerator was not closed, and the light inside peeked through the slits that had been left behind, shining small and bright on the dark floor.

Lawrence sat in his chair, opened the cap of the beer bottle with his slightly trembling right hand, tilted his head and took a sip.

This inferior beer is not good at all, and the taste is a little pungent, but Lawrence is too lazy to care about this kind of thing.

He raised his right hand in front of him, presumably the after-effects of the broken bone last time had not healed, his right hand did not use much strength, and was always shaking.

In the past, his marksmanship was good, but now he can't even hold the gun steadily. But even so, he still used this hand to hold on to his insistence. Maybe this is also his ambition, which is why he is so greedy and thirsty.

Today he killed a man with this hand, it was not as difficult as he thought, it was just a matter of aiming and gently pulling the trigger.

But in fact, he can actually stop the other man's behavior without killing him, whether he can shoot the other person in the shoulder or arm.

It was he who chose to kill the other party because he felt that the other party should be punished.

Lawrence felt like he had let go of a constraint, a constraint that should have been on his own, and he had violated the police's original beliefs.

Raising an eyebrow, Lawrence raised the bottle and took another sip of beer.

But he felt that he was not wrong.

The night will not be quiet, sitting in the room, Lawrence silently drank his wine.

There's going to be a lot going on this night, and the quickest one should be tomorrow.

So he couldn't sleep, he waited, waiting for the fog of the city to come to him. Then he wanted to see if the fog would engulf him, or if he would dispel it.

When everything is silent, it is the surging undercurrent that is the most terrifying.

Lawrence sat back in his chair, his index finger tapping the bottle slowly and rhythmically, and the clock on the wall was moving minute by minute.

Until he finished the wine in his hand and placed the bottle on the table.

"Hmm. ”

On the bed, Chu turned over and let out a murmur between his noses.

Lawrence looked sideways and saw that the quilt covering Hatsu's body was falling messily on the side of the bed, and half of Hatsu's body was exposed.

There is still a habit of kicking the quilt, is it really a child?

Lawrence's face darkened.

Halfway through, he sighed, stood up and walked to Hatsu's bedside.

The quilt was picked up from the ground, and then gently re-covered Hatsu's body.

Looking at Hatsu's face, Lawrence lowered his eyes and smiled bitterly.

"Hopefully, when it's all over, you'll be able to take away my sins, even if it's just killing me. ”

His voice was low and helpless.

After speaking, Lawrence patted Chu's shoulder through the quilt and dragged his tired body back to the sofa.

He's going to be a sinner, he doesn't deny it, but even with that guilt, he's going to want to change something.

For example, children can play in the street, the elderly can lie peacefully by the stove at home, and the grass in the park can host family picnics.

At that time, the city would have warm sunshine, passers-by would say hello to each other, kites would fly in the park, and there would be children's laughter under the kites, just like every beautiful city.

So until then, he'll change it in any way he can think of.

And after that, he will confess his crime and accept punishment.

Lawrence walked back to the couch and lay down.

Behind him, Chu lay on the bed and opened his eyes, silently looking at his back lying on his side.

By the time Lawrence walked to the bedside, Hatsu had already woken up.

Hatsu's lips moved, but he didn't make a sound.

No one knew what she said, but it should have been, a promise.

A long time ago, there was a legend that before every dawn, someone would take the night away.

The night of the city will pass, because someone has already taken the hand of the night.

In a huge abandoned building, a rat crawls through a dark corner.

"Our people were killed"

The sound of people talking can be heard in the factory.

Looking at the sound, it was unbelievable that there was a room with lights on in this abandoned building, and there were still people living in it.

At a cursory glance, this room is quite perfect, with tables, chairs, beds, electrical appliances, and all the furniture that should be there, and a few modified cars parked in the open space outside.

And the people who just spoke were the people who lived here.

At this time, he was making a phone call on a couch in the room, wearing a short black tank top, his muscles exposed, and countless scars on his body.

He had only one eye, which was a trait, and there should be only one man as strong as him in the city.

People called him One-Eyed Ham, and all the street gangsters were under his jurisdiction.

He is very unpopular, both in name and in the way he does things, he is like a third-rate villain. But he is very difficult to entangle, and most of the people he targets will not end well.

"Who killed whom?" Ham asked the man on the other end of the line with an ugly face.

"Police" apparently surprised the answer of the person on the other end of the phone, and his tone rose to a higher level: "When did this city have police"

"You mean the police station is open too," Ham's face was a little strange.

The man on the other end of the line told Ham what had happened.

Ham sat on the couch and listened with a calm face, and after listening, he was silent for a while.

Then, suddenly, he sneered.

"Heh, it looks like two interesting police officers have come to our city. Well, we'll prepare a gift for them tomorrow. ”

"I'm sure our new officers will love it. ”