In the nine-fold alley of Zichuan Road, a private clinic, the old and collapsed clinic card, overgrown with moss and dark yellow strata, damp on all sides, exuding an unadaptable obscure smell, only looking at the handrails outside the door rusty, it seems that this place will not be inhabited anymore.

Facing it was a narrow walkway, with a screaky creak of the old windows, and only a door in front of it, on which a pair of eyes looked at me, and those eyes seemed so deep that it seemed like they were on the edge of an abyss, and when they looked at it, it seemed that they would sink into some kind of darkness.

The dark light looked very strange through the eyes, and the light bulbs on the promenade were old and had never been replaced, but they always shone at a certain time every night, when the dark clouds on the river obscured the white crescent, and strange things would happen in this place.

Someone said that ripples flickered in the corridor, and there would be the sound of tiptoes stepping on the marble floor, like dancing, like playing, like elves, more like the horror of the sharp blade cutting through the marble on the ground.

Others say that a black shadow will emerge from the dilapidated storage compartment on the first floor, and the black shadow will spread in all directions, making the sound of air wrinkles being pulled, until the whole area is enveloped, like the moon disappearing and the night slowly enveloping the world, like a gentle mother soothing her child, gently, slowly, gently, and irresistibly devouring.

Some people say that they heard the baby's cry in the garbage bin in the backyard, which was pitiful, helpless, miserable, and desperate, like a hideous flesh and blood biting prey mixed with the childish child's voice, just like the bloody picture of the slaughterhouse.

But all this is ...... People only hear about it, but they don't actually see it.

Because no one has experienced it, and no one has confirmed it, it has been compiled into a legend.

In this legend, the dream is deadly, because some people once wanted to explore the secrets of this abandoned clinic, they only approached the first floor of the promenade, cast their eyes on the opposite door, and after being stared at by those black eyes, they all lost their minds and flinched.

I had never seen such deep eyes, and when I saw them, I didn't even scream in panic, because it was real fear that was imprinted in people's hearts, not just distraction.

Therefore, those who fall into fear are cowardly, and they have lost even the courage to cry out for help, and no one dares to stay here anymore, let alone touch the shackles.

How can there be eyes on the door?

What does that mean exactly......

People fled the place, thinking it was all over, but the real nightmare had just begun.

It was a deadly dream killing, but anyone who came into contact with those eyes would have a black dot in their minds, a black dot that they couldn't touch.

Some people died in nightmares, some survived nightmares, and perhaps someone noticed the black spots piercing those eyes, so he dissected his chest in the bathroom, and he wanted to erase the brand.

However, he did not understand until his death, and this imprint could not be seen even if he cut open his heart, because it was a mysterious force, a force between the 'spirit' and the 'other', and it was also a force that could not be explained by today's science.

Out of fear, through torture, people who were once stared at with two eyes died, dying in ways and origins that no one recognized.

Or maybe it's a mad heresy.

The Serious Crime Team investigated the man who died in the bathroom, his chest was dissected, what was the reason for him to hold his liver with one hand, and still maintain that weird smile, that smile, with indescribable excitement, as if he was dead, it was the best relief, he may know before he died, he will go to another world.

In that world, perhaps it is true to be alive, to live in another way......

In the face of unknown things, people will feel novel, will feel amazed, if this thing is called 'beauty' in people's eyes, then people's mood is more joy and gain.

If the thing is called 'ugly' in the eyes of people, then people will scoff at it and express disgust and rejection.

If this thing transcends people's previous perceptions and cannot be compared with 'beauty' and 'ugliness', then the result will never be the same, and there will be a third or more result.

However, this kind of thing is called fear!

The same is true of the origin of fear, which is the origin of darkness, a sin in people's hearts.

When these 'beautiful' things are no longer beautiful in a person's eyes, when these 'ugly' things are no longer ugly to a person, when the unknown things are no longer a fear for a person, and in his heart, subvert all different people, then the world that this person sees is a completely different world.

Under the haze, the rain and dew dropped, and the drowsy world seemed to be covered by a big hand covering the sky of the entire city.

In the music room of the campus, there is silence, as if it is isolated from the world by some mysterious force, but when you step into this barrier, you will find that there are terrifying ...... Music.

Some people like to use music to express their fears, to think about death, to experience the transition between life and death, and perhaps to get something unexpected from it.

The faint guitar sound is unusual, its rhythm is slow and light, and every melody it emits echoes with a wisp of melancholy, as if a dying person is uttering a final wail, but this wail sounds extra poignant, and if this melody reaches the human ear, those who do not understand fear may think it is beautiful.

A few drums are beating gently, the rhythm is both slow and light, but it has a different feeling from the guitar, this feeling is terrifying, it is bleak, and hearing the low melody will make people's hearts palpitate and stop.

If you listen closely, the drums represent an extreme lowness, like an abyss, slowly unfolding like a whirlpool, showing a breath of death.

The faint sound of the guitar represents the agility and ghostliness, which is pleasant, like a flower blooming in silence, and life blooms in beauty, showing a new breath.

The low sound of the drum symbolizes death, and it is better to be the opposite of the guitar.

The two melodies continue to merge, and a bipolar figure is painted in the silent and dark music room, which is an atmosphere that is invisible to the naked eye, life and death, but also reincarnation, entwining the soul and dragging it into hell.

With a terrifying wail, something made a final revolt, and a wisp of black gas burned in life and death.