Looking at all the black and white corridors, Cen Hanhan raised his eyebrows with interest, "In modern society, there is a feeling of illusion, or...... Like a ghost movie? ”

Cen Hanhan went down the stairs unhurriedly, preventing the danger that might come out at any time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Out of the apartment door, Cen Hanhan looked into the distance, the city lights that never night showed a gray patch, she saw the neon sign of a barber shop on the street was still spinning, the advertising words of electronic subtitles slid from left to right, and a few newspapers were blown to the corner by the wind.

"It's not that time stands still......" Cen Hanhan looked at the things around her, not much different from the scene before she went to bed, there was a miserable white moon in the sky.

The lights on this street are actually half dimmed, and most of the shops are closed. When Cen Hanhan looked around, he saw a woman running over the corner fifty meters away.

The woman is wearing breathable and short sportswear, a vest on the upper body, and super shorts on the bottom, which is really a scenery on this desolate street, the woman is running at a medium speed, and under the shaking chest is a flat and faint vest line, and her legs are slender and powerful, which should be a passing night runner.

Just when Cen Hanhan was looking at the past, suddenly, a burly man pounced out from a dark corner on the side, hugged the woman's body, and covered the mouth of the woman running at night with his hand, and then in a short struggle and confrontation, the woman was dragged into an unknown alley.

Cen Hanhan's eyes froze, he sighed, and walked towards that side, "I seem to have been encountering this kind of bloody thing......"

Coming to the alley, Cen Hanhan heard the sound of tearing clothes, and the desperate whimpering of women, and the fierce struggle was faintly transmitted to this silent street with the warm evening breeze, and then he didn't know it.

Cen Hanhan came behind the burly man without making a sound, the woman's mouth was wrapped in adhesive tape, and the light and well-stretched sportswear allowed the violent man to attack directly, and the healthy body was completely unable to resist the raging violence at this time.

The man roared excitedly and nervously, with both hands, he took off the woman's ultra-short pants, and began to take off his pants in the woman's desperate whining.

Cen Hanhan's eyes were cold, and without hesitation, he slapped the other party's neck fiercely.

Shot up.

Cen Hanhan was startled, looking at the man who had no reaction and was completely focused on the man under her, she swung another punch in disbelief.

The fist passed through the opponent's head, as if it had hit the air, intact.

"How is that possible?" Cen Hanhan looked at his hands in shock, and wanted to take the empty wine bottle on the ground, but his hands also passed directly through like a spirit.

Cen Hanhan anxiously looked at the violent scene in front of her, whether it was a man or a woman, as if they hadn't noticed her. Cen Hanhan tried to summon the source plan, but found that it was as unresponsive as when he was in the ice cube space, and the silent chanting of magic spells also had the same effect.

There was a low groan, and the man had stepped forward.

Cen Hanhan put down his hand, gave up the useless attempt, and looked coldly at the man who had fallen into a state of unscrupulousness, completely forgot the moral law, and was dominated by animal nature.

The man, whom she knew, was the cook who greeted her during the day.

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

A frightened voice rang out from the exit of the alley.

The man's movements were abrupt, and his face was disturbed with extreme anger and destruction, and he moved hard, then got up and picked up the bottle from the ground, and rushed towards the passers-by who ran into him outside.

"Bang!"

The sound of a bottle cracking, then a dull sound of flesh blowing, from the silhouette of the night light, on the wall of the alley, one man fell to the ground, his hands begging for mercy upward, and another strong man kept raising his hands high, falling, lifting, falling...... Passers-by shouted weakly until finally they could not be heard.

Cen Hanhan followed the cook silently, after venting frantically, he seemed to return to a state of consciousness, he returned to the alley with trembling palms, looking at the mess on the ground, he stared blankly for a minute, and then suddenly came to life, raised the woman with empty eyes and no sense of resistance, and then carried the passerby who had been killed ten meters outside the alley.

Cen Hanhan saw the chef carry the two people into the back door of the restaurant, looked outside, and then closed the door tightly. There was a sound of rummaging through the cabinets, and then, as if it were a reenactment of the daytime scene, a dead man lay on the cutting board, and from the rustiness of the beginning, to the proficiency of the horse, the chef began to skillfully peel the skin, bleed, and dismember...... Cen Hanhan's face is like frost.

It was late at night, the moon was obscured by dark clouds, and a drunken drunkard staggered past the restaurant, and when he saw the sound of slicing meat inside, he kicked the back door violently, making a loud noise, "Lao Tu, are you still killing chickens so late?" ”

The cook's face turned pale with fright, and his mouth trembled with nervousness, and he reluctantly said, "Yes, I'm going to prepare for tomorrow." ”

The drunkard spoke in a delirious sense and continued to stumble back. The chef breathed a sigh of relief and put down the kitchen knife that was hidden behind him.

In the silent streets of "Doudoudou......", the sound of chopping knives is like a secluded requiem, resounding non-stop in the middle of the night.

……

Cen Hanhan opened his eyes and saw the ceiling above his head.

Turning over and waking up, she found that her surroundings had changed back to a colorful world, and she touched her head with a headache, this strange unfolding made it seem like she had an ominous dream just now, Cen Hanhan looked at the alarm clock next to her.

At 00:30, it was past thirty minutes in the morning.

"There is a difference of two hours from the time when the black and white world woke up just now...... Cen Hanhan whispered, the constant change of the scene is enough to make ordinary people lose the reality of reality, Cen Hanhan thought intensively, thought of something, quickly dressed up, and then went downstairs, the night was dark, she walked out of the apartment door and walked directly towards the back door of the restaurant.

"Since you've shown me this, let me see what you're up to."

The "Source Plan" can already have a response again, Cen Hanhan kicked directly into the fragile wooden board of the back door, there was no imaginary scene of flesh and blood flying in it, the cutting board was clean, and all kinds of knives were neatly placed as white as a wash.

Without seeing the chef, everything makes one think that what is happening in the black and white world is an illusion.

Nothing was gained, the kitchen was empty, it had already closed so late, and the restaurateur was definitely not there.

Cen Hanhan raised his feet suspiciously and wanted to go out, but after a pause, his eyes fell on the refrigerator.

Walking over, Cen Hanhan's face was calm, and he slowly opened the refrigerator.

When the cold air rushed in and the white air dissipated, Cen Hanhan saw the scene inside.

Rows of neatly arranged meat.