When Zhou Haorui returned to the dormitory from Quanshui Street, it was already more than three o'clock in the morning, and the three roommates were sleeping soundly.

His head relaxed a lot, the crow's voice didn't sound anymore, and after twenty days of torture, he could finally sleep, but he didn't go to the bed.

He walked to the desk next to the bed and sat down, turned on the computer, searched the Internet, searched Mary King Alley for a while, and searched for information about "Yang Liu Qingqing" and "Jiang Qi". As expected, what came out of the search for Yang Liu Qingqing was some ancient poems and information about the ancient style of Jiangnan, which is not like a personal name.

When parting in front of the alley before, Zhou Haorui asked the gold worshipper: "Are you really called Yang Liu Qingqing?" The name...... It smells like 'dancing and flying'. ”

"Is your name really Zhou Mo?" She asked him rhetorically, "Or is it a weekend?" ”

Zhou Haorui was stunned at that time, his face was expressionless, and he was not eloquent enough to pick it up.

But listening to Yang Liu Qingqing's meaning, of course she can't really call this name......

It's impossible to even have an online nickname, after all, a twenty-three or four-year-old girl would still like this flavor.

At the moment, Zhou Haorui searched and added keyword information such as Dahua City and some colleges and universities in Dahua with this name, but found nothing, although this does not mean that the woman is really not called by this name......

He then searched for Lao Jiang again, and the result was unexpected, "Huh? ”

There is an author named Jiang Qi, is it a pen name, and he has published a metropolitan version of "Postmodern Us", but the sales are dismal, and the printing of 3,000 copies is not printed, there are no other books, and there is no other information...... Thinking about Lao Jiang's appearance again, it may be that he is not as happy as he should be.

What does postmodern mean, Zhou Haorui doesn't understand much, but Lao Jiang is the most enthusiastic of them, and proposed at the time: "We are in the same trench now, listen to the crow, maybe we will gather here tomorrow night, let's add a phone call, or add a WeChat?" ”

However, Zhou Haorui and Yang Liu Qingqing were both vigilant and politely rejected Lao Jiang's proposal, without revealing their contact information and other information.

When he returned to school, he deliberately took a detour to pay attention to whether anyone was following him......

"Will we meet again tomorrow?" Now Zhou Haorui thinks, "There will be even more people?" ”

He thought about it for a while, it was almost four o'clock in the morning, and he was tired, so he turned off the computer, went out to the bathroom on the floor to wash up, and then came back to sleep.

As soon as he lay down, he realized how tired he was, and although he was in a heavy mood, he felt that he was asleep in a blur as soon as he closed his eyes.

After so many days, I can finally get some sleep......

Blurry, hazy, chaotic, that lingering sense of weirdness, intertwined.

The light and shadow were blowing, and he seemed to see a group of people wearing the masks of a bird-beaked doctor looking at the night sky, as if he heard a voice...... It seemed to be the crow again, its voice hoarse and speaking an obscure language.

Zhou Haorui's head began to hurt again, and the crow's voice kept repeating, not that the plague was coming, but a sentence......

"Go, use the power of the raven, and remove the sickness......," the raven added, "go and make the plague die, and sacrifice them to the raven......

Suddenly, Zhou Haorui felt that he had woken up suddenly, the light in the bedroom was dim, and the three roommates were still asleep, so he sat up on the bed.

The cold wind was blowing, and I don't know when, the wooden door of the bedroom was opened, and there were several cold reflections.

Zhou Haorui's heart sank suddenly, those figures were not wearing bird's beak masks, but they were like those goat-headed men that night, which made him feel strange and dangerous. He hurriedly got out of bed to wake up Wang Jiaqi and them, "Jiaqi, Ziyang, Li Hui, wake up!" ”

It's just that the three roommates are still asleep, as if they have fainted.

And those black shadows outside the door appeared and walked in, and they were all dressed in black robes, with goatees, and their vague faces looked like sheep's heads.

"Come with us, it's your luck to be a sacrifice, you need nutrients for the growth of new life."

Those people, step by step, are approaching.

"Grass ......" Zhou Haorui muttered, and hurriedly shouted while looking for a weapon, this is the sixth floor of the dormitory, there is no way to escape through the window.

He shouted loudly, but there was no response outside, only dead silence.

He walked over to Wang Jiaqi and pushed and hit them, but they still didn't wake up.

The six goat-headed men gradually pushed him into a corner, and the badminton racket he grabbed was of no use at all.

But when these goat-headed men came up to catch him, Zhou Haorui still struggled and hit them with a badminton racket...... The racket was grabbed by one man, and the other men grabbed his hands and feet, bang, bang, bang, and the heavy fists fell, and they kicked him violently, hitting him right in the heart......

Zhou Haorui was convulsed in pain, every nerve was torn, and he couldn't struggle, so he could only let himself be dragged out by these people.

It seems that the events of that night are repeated, but this time, will there be a crow to rescue you......

The crow will not always guide you...... Learn to walk in the fog...... Use the power of the Raven......

Your power will grow, your power has grown......

In the fierce pain, Zhou Haorui remembered the words that the crow kept telling in his dream just now, and the crow mark on his right wrist became scorching.

From that flame of enlightenment, he shouted the words:

“060607070806070907060607020600，060607070806070907060607070400070606070708060709070606070206070708， 02020300060105070803030707000401050106060707080607090706，00050101070107000706030105070702040105! 0600070603010507070802010506090406.0600070603010506030106010506090406.06000706030105060908010601050505040505.06010704060504060402060106070806010705000506060707080607090706.”

Suddenly, the men who dragged him let out a terrible cry of surprise, and the skin on their faces, necks, and bodies quickly turned black, and small, large pus patches rose on the black skin, some of which quickly became the size of oranges, and then burst into a festering and pus-draining wound.

Just like the man in Mary King Alley who suffered from the Black Death.

The Black Death befell these people, but without scalpels and irons.

In the blink of an eye, all the goat-headed men were reduced to a pile of white bones and puddles of pus in excruciating pain......

It was also at this time that Zhou Haorui felt that everything around him was distorted.

"Ah......h

Just now, just now...... Dream?

The wooden door of the dormitory was closed, there was no goat-headed man on the floor, and the three roommates slept peacefully.

"Dreams?" Zhou Haorui muttered, looking at the mark on his right wrist, but it was still a little scorching, as if there was a fire flowing by.

The obscure words that I shouted in my dreams...... He remembered it completely, engraved in his mind, was it just a dream? Still is...... Supernatural powers? Incantations?

Is it the power of the crow......

Zhou Haorui opened his lips slightly, and stopped, if he read that sentence out, would it really ...... What is the effect?

Yang Liu Qingqing, Lao Jiang, did they also have this dream?

What does tonight's Mary King Alley experience mean......

He only understood one of the meanings of the mantra: "A raven gives blood for blood."

Zhou Haorui sat on the bed, looking at the direction of the bedroom door, and was full of thoughts for a while.