The morning in Xinshi is filled with the smell of humidity and the rising mist.

"It's raining again, and I've made an appointment with my friend to play football, what should my mother do......" The child complained to his mother from somewhere in the city, and the mother waved her hand to beckon the child to come to her, and stuffed a piece of sweet candy into her mouth. The sweet taste made the corners of the child's mouth rise slightly, and he threw himself into his mother's arms and sprinkled coquettishly, and the unhappiness of the day had disappeared in this way. But this rain won't leave so soon.

And the restlessness boils without anyone knowing. There is no such thing as absolute cleanliness, only absolute darkness. The city, shrouded in heavy rain, still held its head proudly.

When the clock strikes midnight, the streets are deserted, for the dark eyes have just woken up. Everyone avoids the word late night. A dilapidated alley, in which you can see the fallen leaves piled up in the corner of the wall for a long time and no one has cleaned them, behind the fallen leaves is a wall that has peeled off the paint, and the traces of history can be faintly seen on the wall. The walls are overgrown with weeds, like monsters with teeth and claws, and the branches and leaves have already protruded from the laneway, and it seems that you will be hit by branches at any time when you walk on the road. In addition to the yellow leaves, there are also abandoned cardboard boxes and bottles everywhere in the bar, which become a breeding ground for wild cats, which look like a castle in their eyes, despite being dusty, damp and smelly, and sometimes a little girl can be seen bringing cat food to the stray cats in this alley, even though it does not belong to her. When a heavy rain hits, the dusty alleys are sure to be spotless. Around them, some plants that even scientists can't name seem to show greedy eyes. There were wanted notices on the walls, and they were very untidy, as if the wanted person was hiding something. A wanted note reads "......" after the heavy rain and you're forgotten

In the deepest part of the dead silent alley, a huge "monster" sleeps. The front of the monster was obscured by a mask full of eyes, each looking in a different direction, and its feet were chilling because of the cloak, or because of the size of the cloak. It wore a large black cloak, shiny black, and didn't match the mess around the alley, and it probably didn't belong to this place that should have belonged to the homeless.

The raindrops are connected together like a big net, hanging in front of you.

I don't know how long later, the heavy rain gradually stopped, and the sky also brightened, and the "monster" in the corner stood up suddenly, ignoring the rain on his body, and let it stay on his body, the "monster" looked down at the puddle on the ground, and a masked face appeared in the water, and suddenly stepped on the puddle and splashed the muddy water. Pick up the cardboard box and stretch out his withered five fingers to it, little by little, as if to extract some kind of strength. In the deep alley, the "monster" groped and held on to the wall to the entrance of the alley. The cat that had been picked up was gone, but a faint sound could be heard, hollow and ethereal. The "monster" looked at the building's clock, and was in thought there, not yet out of the alley. "It looks like it's a little bit close. A low, strange beastly roar came from the black cloak, poking his head out of the alley. As noon approached, there were more and more people on the street, and the "monster" realized that he would be discovered by more and more people, so he decided to walk to the west side of the street. When he woke up, he immediately turned around and left, saying something to the people passing by, and persuading those who wanted to come forward to watch to leave, because the back was not a person, but a "monster", which was the creepy mask and back on the wanted post. Pedestrians are instantly emptied from the streets, as if they had evaporated from the world. There are also people who are hiding somewhere, and they have the courage to call the police. The "monster" was all in its eyes, and it was silent, just thinking it was too ordinary. But it sneered and left, disappearing into the deserted streets, nowhere to go.

The beast that left footprints on a certain street will gradually become alone in its huge back. Somewhere in the dark, the "monster" saw his wanted notice again and said, "Looks like I'm worth a lot of money." "There's a slight sarcasm about something." But what you don't know is whether you're playing with men or women. After the miserable, miserable, strange, and terrible sound, it took off the mask that concealed itself, and strands of long black hair rose in the wind, and its huge and strange back stood in the haze. If black symbolizes mystery, then the pitch black of its body makes people wonder, what is the true face of the owner of this shell? She wore her mask around her neck, and the black, massive figure faded into crumbs, turning from black to transparent. The cloak gradually turned to smoke, like the smoke from the cigarette lit in the officer's hand.

At the same time, a hurried siren pierced the tranquility, flashing lights. A man flashed his teeth and claws to the police officer who had just gotten out of the car to describe the situation of the "monster" just now, adding fuel and vinegar, all running for the reward. The officer crouched down and wrote something, and sometimes looked up to ask the man about something, and the man was anxious and couldn't even speak, and the officer seemed to know something, and closed the lid of the pen. "Sir, thank you for your cooperation, we will definitely inform you as soon as we make progress." Then he bowed to him, shook his hand thoughtfully, and drove away. The man was still saying when he left, "Officer, I'll give you my contact information, let me see it again." The police officer ignored it, but left without looking back, lit the cigarette, and cursed something unpleasant, which was completely different from the attitude of the respectful and respectful just now. It's so fast to change your face, but this mentality can still express your attitude. After all, the times are like this, and all people's actions are attached to the purpose, and the smell of purpose overshadows the original and rustic taste of man, and the reckless plunder for the sake of certain exploitation.

The smoke cleared, and the huge "monster" turned into a thin girl, her fair skin lined with her delicate features, like a graceful elf. He had long, curly black hair, and big, dripping little apricot eyes that shone with a dark light. A black and white lace gauze skirt all adds to the girl's mystery, and the red pointed shoes set off the little girl's cuteness. Presumably, it's hard to associate the monster who left the deep alley with her now.