In my trouser pocket, the cold thing was the ring, the engagement ring with Mary's name engraved on it. Her broken finger is still in that ring!

No, if I had chosen to flee at this time, if I hadn't told me what I knew, I might never see Mary again, let alone save her!

Although I have amnesia, I can't remember what kind of relationship I had with Mary. However, in those dreams, I seemed to be her boyfriend, and we might even be married.

Whether as her boyfriend or husband, I have to go to the police in the event that she is missing, or even likely to have been killed. Perhaps, it's still too late, Mary, she's not dead yet, and she's trapped in that ghost hospital?

I can't save Mary by myself. What's more, I don't even know if she's dead or alive now, and where she is. Now, the only thing I can turn to is the police.

I took out the ring with a broken finger, and the inscription "MARRY" on it was particularly eye-catching and dazzling in the dark night!

At the same time, in my mind, the man in black who couldn't see his face clearly came to my mind. And that fire, the fire that almost burned me to death!

Maybe this man in black who wanted to set fire to me was the one who killed or kidnapped Mary, or even the fugitive who was being wanted?

No, I can't run! I'm going to report the crime, I can't lose Mary and run away on my own! I can't let that guy who set the fire go unpunished!

What's more, the man in black may have already driven that tool cart to this town! Here, he, is definitely a very dangerous figure! Maybe he's nearby right now?

Thinking of this, I panicked again.

I turned my head and looked behind me. However, behind him, there was still a thick fog, and there was no one.

However, I was still very afraid, I was afraid: in the thick fog, will there be two lights suddenly, the light of the car headlights!

In front of me, it seemed that the tool cart appeared again, and the man in black!

I can't hesitate any longer, I have to go to the police station right away!

So, I lifted my legs and walked up the stone steps towards the closed door of the police station.

But just as I was about to reach the last step, suddenly I heard a voice.

In the dead silence of the night, I heard a few muffled dog barks! This was the first living thing I had ever heard in this town called Dead Silence.

Could it be that there are dogs here?

The thought of the dog makes my cold hair stand on end. Come on, I'm most afraid of dogs!

At this time, I hesitated again, and I realized: I was as timid as a little woman? This gives me a sense of shame.

No, I'm a man, I'm a man! I want to have the courage and guts of a man! Am I, a man, afraid of a dog?

Besides, it's late at night, so there's no way that dog is still roaming outside, right? Well, it must have been kept in a dog cage at the police station, right? So what am I afraid of?

So, I still showed the courage of a man and walked to this last step.

I finally came up, and a few steps further on, the gate of the police station.

But at this moment, suddenly there was a gust of wind, and something flew up on the ground and hit me in the face.

I was punched in the face, but luckily, it was just a piece of paper.

The paper fell to the ground again, and I bent down and picked it up.

This turned out to be a wanted warrant!

However, this is a torn and mutilated wanted post. On it, there was no name of the wanted man, and even his photograph was torn off more than half, leaving only the nose and the part below the mouth.

In this photo, what impressed me the most was that he had a thick beard and a beard.

Bearded? It reminds me of that ranger.

Could it be that the ranger is a wanted criminal?

Impossible! Because the ranger has long since died, and besides, there are more men with beards in the world, is it possible that men with beards are all wanted criminals? Moreover, the wanted man's chin in the photo is pointed and thin, just like my chin, which is completely different from the strong ranger with a broad square chin.

I don't know why, but when I saw the wanted man in the photo, I couldn't help but touch my chin.

On my chin, a thick pinch of beard is messy. I touched my temples again, and there were some fluffy temples as well.

If I continue like this, I'm afraid I'll become a man with a beard.

I'd better find a barber shop and take care of my hair and beard, lest in a few days my beard grow and I might look like the wanted man in the photo. I'm afraid that when the time comes, I will bring unnecessary trouble to myself.

I looked at the text on the wanted notice again, but there was only one line written in it: "If you find this person, please report it to the police immediately." ”

Strange, what exactly did this guy commit, and why was it not written on the wanted notice?

However, since he is a wanted criminal, this guy is a dangerous person, and I must be more careful.

By the way, the man in black, could he be this wanted criminal?

I thought of the man in black again, but I didn't see the guy's face clearly, not even if he had a beard on his face.

However, even if that guy doesn't have a beard on his face, that doesn't mean he's not wanted.

As long as he is a fugitive with a normal IQ, his first reaction after escaping is to cut off the most obvious feature on his face - beard. Therefore, it is likely that the wanted man has shaved off his beard and made himself look like any other man. And this wanted notice does not have a complete photo of his face, and it is even more difficult to identify him in the crowd than to find a needle in a haystack.

To me, it's a wanted warrant that doesn't work much. I don't know who the wanted man is, and I'm not sure if the man in black is wanted, or if the wanted man who attacked me in the ghost hospital was the one who got there. Now I just add another layer of worry and panic, that's all.

While I was pondering with the wanted warrant, suddenly, something behind me touched my foot!

I jerked my head back, and I was so frightened that I almost sat on the ground.

The one who touched my foot behind me turned out to be a dog, a three-headed dog!

Yes, I read that right, it's really a black dog with three heads! It looks extremely ugly, its whole body is black, and in the dark night, only those three pairs of eyes are still shining with cold light!

Oh my God, what's going on? Is it my dazzle? Or am I hallucinating again?

The three-headed dog just looked at me, and then ran away and disappeared into the fog.

I slowly stood up and clutched my chest. The heart is still pounding.

I'm afraid of dogs, that's true. But this time, what scared me even more was: that dog actually had three heads?

How did this three-headed dog end up here? How can there be such a strange animal in this world?

Three-headed dog, three-headed dog?

Ah, I remember. Legend has it that the three-headed dog is a monster that guards the gates to hell and is used to prevent the ghosts from escaping from hell. In other words, this thing is only found in hell!

However, I actually saw this legendary monster in this dead town? Isn't this a small town, but hell?

I started to panic and start questioning.

The series of strange things I experienced earlier made me question: am I still alive, have I become a ghost? Am I wandering in this underworld as a ghost?

Ghost Hospital, Dream Mountain Cemetery, Yinyang Road, and this Dead Town, why are these place names so strange? Could it be that these places are all the underworld?

But I saw my long shadow on the steps.

No, I still have a shadow, but ghosts don't have a shadow. I'm alive, I'm not a ghost!

So, what about the three-headed dog? I must have been dazzled, or was it just a conjoined dog? Since humans have conjoined bodies, of course animals will have them, right?

Just then, I heard another voice behind me.

I turned my head, only to find that the gate of the police station behind me was slowly opening.

The door opened, and a thick fog drifted out of it. However, it was not the white fog that floated outside, but a thick fog with a choking smell of smoke.

I couldn't help but cough at the smell of smoke.

The fog gradually dissipated, and the door was open, but it was pitch black inside, and it was impossible to see what was going on inside.

Facing the open door of the police station, I hesitated.

Should I go in?

Suddenly, I heard the barking of a dog again, and even, the last one, sounded more like the barking of a wolf, so bleak and terrifying in the silence of the night.

No, I can't wander around anymore, and what can I do if the three-headed dog turns back again?

I had nowhere to go, so I walked through the door of the police station.

I walked into the police station, but as soon as I entered, the door closed behind me.

In the police station, it was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

I turned on my flashlight, but I was still panicking.

I turned back and ran to the gate, trying to open it again.

However, the door was firmly shut, and it could not be opened.

I had no choice but to keep walking.

In the police station, there were no lights, it was pitch black, and the smell of smoke was everywhere.

What does it smell like? Could it be that there is a fire here, and this is the smell of smoke from the fire?

I've been frightened by the fire in the cabin, and I'm worried that the same thing will happen here. So far, though, I've only smelled smoke and not seen fire.

I turned on my flashlight and walked forward step by step, but my heart was beating hard and my breathing became more and more rapid.

I thought that arriving at this police station would be equivalent to getting out of the sea of suffering, but I didn't expect that here, just like other places I've been to before, is also full of murderous planes?

Soon, I walked to a place with a long counter in front of me, a marble counter.

This must be the front desk in the lobby of the police station, right?

I turned on my flashlight and shone it at the front desk. However, the counter was fairly clean, except for a chair and a phone, there was nothing. Of course, no one sat behind the counter.

At this time, I saw a large glass in the distance behind the front desk. The flashlight looked for it, and I could see that behind the glass, there seemed to be a neat row of cubicles, and some tables and chairs. That's probably the police officer's office, right?

I didn't find a single policeman here, not even a living creature of a dog or a cat.

Of course, this is also very understandable, at this time, it is already late at night, how can anyone stay here?

However, this is a police station, at the very least, there must be one or two officers on duty, right? Otherwise, what if there is an unexpected case?

Also, since it's empty, who opened the door······