The time has passed twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and even the East Street of Z County can not see a single figure on the street at the moment, the pale white incandescent lights are scattered on both sides of the street, and the dark sky adds a touch of mystery to Z County. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A black shadow suddenly appeared under the incandescent light, the black shadow combined with the night, and his dark and deep eyes stared solemnly ahead, and he couldn't see his face clearly, because he was wearing a black mask and a cap, covering himself tightly, like the Grim Reaper, but he also called himself "Death".

The black leather gloves clung to a black pocket, while the pockets on the back of the trench coat were bulging, and there was supposed to be a dead object inside, showing no signs of moving. The black shadow walked slowly through the street, spitting white breath from his mouth, and his murderous eyes looked up at the incandescent light from time to time, as if all this was his work, no, it should be what he needed, because this could reflect his horror and mystery.

The black shadow passed several street lamps, sometimes through colorful commercial lights, sometimes dim, and finally he chose to stop in this square, which is called Tundong Square.

Tundong Square is located in the center of the street, covers an area of about 7,000 square meters, divided into three steps, there are two squares up and down, the upper square covers an area of relatively small, the main role is to perform when there are commercial performances, and the lower square is of course the paradise of idlers, the bottom is a little flower bed or something, but after the hands of people have been bare, the flower bed is the flower bed is the place where people sit and rest.

There is a lighthouse in the center of the square, about 15 meters high, there are several particularly bright lights on it to envelop the whole square, there is still a little garbage left in the square, and there are vendors' stalls, but the stalls have all been cleaned up, and now the square is dead silent, without a sound.

Tundong Square is just deserted in the middle of the night, otherwise in the morning, there are old people with flowery hair who come to practice swords, or pull on the stereo to dance square dance, or play badminton, or two old people to play, of course, there are also young men who pass by in a hurry.

At night, it is more loved by people, the square is already the territory of the aunts, hundreds of aunts dance square dance together, there will always be countless mixed people, there are middle-aged people, children, and adults. Of course, the aunts will not dance past half past eight o'clock, the square dance is the world of the hawkers, there are rental roller skates, there are rental bicycles, it is very lively, and there are some unique young people, they don't do anything, just sit in the flower bed, look at the lively crowd, sometimes bow their heads, sometimes look up, a look of not eating the fireworks in the world, which makes people feel a little chilly.

The black shadow put down the pocket behind him, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his mind seemed to be the lively appearance of this square, he suddenly opened his dark eyes, looked back at his pocket, and said in a hoarse and low voice:

"This is it, just right for your destiny in this life, and for what I want to achieve."

As he spoke, the shadow reached for the bag to be opened.

The bag opened, and the first thing that caught my eye was a head, with messy hair and a little withered, eyes that were incomparably wide, as if the eyes revealed the fear and despair of death, and the bright red on the lips was like blood, but this was just lipstick, but there was no beauty at all, her face was like white paper, and she was no longer angry, but even so, it could still be seen that she was a beauty embryo before.

The black leather gloves slowly caressed her cheeks, and a very slight, hoarse and deep voice said again:

"Don't be so afraid, everything will be fine when you get there, I'm just helping you get over there quickly and help you atone for your sins, and you have to thank me, don't you?"

With that, the leather gloves slowly slid down her forehead, slowly down, over her eyes and over the bridge of her nose, and she still closed her eyes.

"That's right."

The pocket continued to open downward, and there was a five-centimeter cut in the upper neck artery, which was fatal, there was no blood on the wound, and some white flesh was exposed, and it was even paler under the effect of the light, and the black gloves caressed the wound.

"What a beautiful art, you don't have to go painfully."

Under the neck was a long gray coat, then leather trousers, but there were also five-centimeter cuts in the tendons and tendons, and after washing, there was no trace of blood, only a little whitish flesh leaked.

She was all exposed to the light, and her dress was a little bewitching, but because she was no longer breathing, she looked so dull, and the shadow of this self-proclaimed "Grim Reaper" was reflected on her body. His dark and deep eyes stared at her, at the moment he did not have a trace of pride, nor a trace of guilt, there was no expression under the mask, suddenly her eyes opened again, there was still fear and despair in it, his pupils twitched slightly, and he leaned over to hug the corpse.

The 15-meter lampstand stood alone in the middle of the square, its hair-dyed white light shining on the corners of the square, all stained with a layer of gray hoarfrost, except for the shadow behind the small trees. The black shadow pulled the iron ladder with one hand and climbed up with the female corpse with the other, which was particularly eye-catching under the lighthouse.

Because the lighthouse is relatively high, and there are unforeseen storms and clouds, sometimes the lights will be broken, so you can reach the top, and you can also stand on it, but because it is more dangerous, so people are not allowed to go up, when there are many people, there will be special personnel guarding this lighthouse, there is no one in the middle of the night, sometimes there are sneaky young people to go up to see the whole square, but they dare not stay longer when they enter the night.

After ten minutes or so, the black shadow and the female corpse were still on board, the black shadow exhaled deeply, glanced back at the corpse, and looked up at the night, the night and his eyes fused together.

The black shadow quickly got out of the lighthouse again, took out a rope and a stick from his pocket, and the wind blew his trench coat restlessly, and instead of feeling the coolness of the autumn wind, he went straight to the lighthouse.

The stick passed through the cuffs of her gray coat, and the rope was tied to the center of the stick, and the rope was tied to the iron bar of the lighthouse at one end, and the body was slowly lowered, about 10 meters from the ground. The corpse's feet and hands swayed weakly, her face was even paler and more terrifying in the light, her eyes were even more terrifying, and her shadow was stretched long, long.

The black shadow came down, slowly took off the mask, licked his mouth and looked at his "work", and then looked at the square cautiously, there was no sound, he coughed, the voice echoed in the square, his eyes looked at the corpse fiercely, and then threw his eyes into the distance, and shouted in his mouth:

"You're finally here."

Then disappear into the night.

In the hotel in the south of the city, Xiao An suddenly woke up, cold sweat had wet his forehead, he got up and lit a cigarette, stood at the window, and kept looking at the lonely and monotonous street, not calming down for a long time.