"Who's that? It looks a little familiar, is it a passenger in the car? The drunkard was still saying that the street was safer than the inside of the house, and before he could say anything, there was an abnormality on the road, and he suspected that there were a pair of eyes watching him all the time where he could not see, and his every move was watched by the other party.

"He's waving to me? The fog was so thick that I couldn't see his face clearly, and he shouldn't be able to see my face clearly, so in this case, a normal person wouldn't take the initiative to greet others. ”

People are forced out, and after those terrible things just now, the drunk has obviously become smarter, and has begun to try to empathize.

The silhouette of the man in the fog was slowly becoming clearer, and the other party seemed to be walking towards him.

"No, I'm going to stay away from him."

The drunk man clearly felt that the other party's speed was accelerating, he didn't dare to respond, turned around and ran.

"If he was human, he would be able to speak, not saying a word, just waving and thinking about it would be a problem."

The road was not safe, and the drunk man was a little desperate, and he didn't know where to go.

"The most important thing now is to meet up with the other passengers, and sooner or later I will be played to death alone." The drunk man ran forward for a distance, and he didn't have a bus all the way, and the more he ran, the more he felt weak: "It's over, I'm completely lost, the buildings around here all look similar, and the bus is my only reference." ”

A vague figure could be faintly seen in the fog behind him, and the person who had just beckoned to him was still following behind, keeping a distance from him.

"Damn, what is this? Why do you keep following me? The drunk picked up speed and ran to the next intersection in one go.

The bus still didn't see it, and when the drunk hesitated to go that way, he suddenly noticed that the silhouette of a person appeared on the other side of the road at some point, and someone was waving at him!

"Why did that thing get ahead of me?! He should be far away from me! ”

Despair crept into his heart with spiky thorns, and the drunk man didn't know what to do, as if he could see the man wherever he went.

"What should I do?" Thirty years of life experience could not help him at this time, and the people across the road were still waving at him, vague outlines, shaking arms, looking like a pendulum representing death.

"Even if I run away to other streets, this monster may still follow me, there is no way, fight with it!"

The drunk gritted his teeth and clutched the boning knife he had brought out of the kennel kitchen.

He had never killed a chicken even when he looked so long, but at this moment, a cruel thought appeared in his mind.

"Calm down, don't be afraid!" If you stay in the blood mist for a long time, you will be affected by the blood mist, which the drunk himself does not realize, the corners of his eyes are red and bloodshot, and it looks like he has stayed up all night, which is completely different from when he first got in the car.

Because it was the first time, the drunkard's heart was beating fast, and he held the bone chopping knife in both hands, and walked towards the side of the road in a very awkward posture.

The silhouette of the figure was still waving at him, and the closer he got there, the more clearly the drunk could see.

"It's so familiar, where should I have seen him, is he also a passenger in the car?"

The drunkard walked to the middle of the road, and he shouted at the man, "Hey! What is your name? ”

There was no response, and the man waved his hand less, but suddenly walked towards him.

The blood-red city, an empty road, the two of them are getting closer and closer.

As the other party continued to get closer, the familiar feeling appeared in the drunk's heart again.

"It's so similar, I must have seen him somewhere."

The blood mist was thick, and the drunken man clenched his knife, and he shifted his steps, and finally walked through the fog to the man.

The other party was covered in blood, his lower abdomen was soaked, and there was a thin black line where his legs and upper body connected, as if his body had been separated and was being reassembled at this time.

Seeing that person's dress, the drunk man had already retreated, he felt very terrifying, but the other party also brought him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, he must have seen this person somewhere.

"Who are you?"

His mind was almost blank, and the drunk man didn't know why the mirror asked these three words, and his hand holding the knife kept shaking.

"The road is divided into two sides, one for the living and one for the dead." The strange man's lowered head slowly lifted, under the messy hair was a face exactly like that of a drunkard, his eyes full of viciousness and horror bulged outward, his body was like a bone support, and he pounced directly on the drunkard, his mouth was torn to the sides, and a sharp voice completely different from the drunkard came out of his throat: "I am you!" You're dying miserably! ”

When he saw that the monster looked the same as himself, the drunkard's psychological defense line had collapsed, and he had no intention of resisting at all, grabbing the knife and turning his head and running.

This time he didn't even have time to tell the direction, he felt that every nerve was about to break, and ran wildly in a certain direction with all his might.

He didn't know where the finish was, he didn't know where it was safe, he just ran as hard as he could.

His whole body ached, his lungs were burning as if they had been burned, the world in his eyes slowly faded, and the drunk man felt that he could no longer breathe.

"I can't run......"

It's a world of utter despair, where the only option for the living is to enter a different building and choose a different way to die.

"No one can live here, they will all die, everyone will die......"

Unconscious, the drunk took his last breath and ran into the building closest to him.

The main color is white, which seems to be the only private hospital in Liwan Town, and it covers a small area of three floors.

……

"Daddy......"

"Shut up." The middle-aged man gasped for breath, hiding in the safe passage and looking outside from time to time.

After a few minutes, no footsteps were heard, and then he leaned against the wall and slowly sat down: "I have seen disobedient passengers before being sent into a door by the people in the underworld, and the back of that door is like this place, filled with blood mist. This is not the place where the living should be, it's all to blame on that guy! I'll kill him if I have a chance! ”

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and when he looked at the women and boys around him, he became even more angry, and kicked the woman on the thigh: "Since marrying you dumb, Lao Tzu has not had a good life!" ”

The woman babbled and seemed to be afraid of the man, and she took a step back with her legs covered, but she was still in front of the little boy.

"Daddy......"

"Don't call me anything, like a debt collector." The middle-aged man looked around, and his face was not very good: "I was running for my life just now, why didn't I pay attention and ran into the hospital?" This place is not auspicious, and when the monster is gone, you have to leave quickly. ”

"Daddy......" Even though he was arguing, the boy kept calling out to his father.

After being called several times in a row, the middle-aged man finally realized that something was wrong, if it was normal and he was angry, the boy would admit his mistake or be too frightened to speak, and he would not dare to resist at all.

"What's it called?"

"There was a little brother just now, and he put a piece of paper on your back." The boy pointed to the middle-aged man's back.

"On my back?!" The middle-aged man blew his hair, reached out and touched his back, and ripped off a case list.

On the front of the list it is written that the patient is dead, and on the back of the list is a few words written crookedly - "Come to me?" ”