Hundreds of police cars surrounded the town, long yellow cordons were pulled everywhere, and there were reporters who heard the news, and there was a lot of noise, even the place to stay was almost gone, and there were even helicopters...

"The whole town was reduced to death overnight, an unprecedented horrific massacre, cruel and terrible, whether it was another demonstration by terrorists or a resurgence of cultists... Whether the U.S. police will continue to be incompetent, please pay attention to the follow-up report later... That's Chris Ram's live report."

A middle-aged policeman with a big belly and a slight baldness on the top of his head pointed at a group of reporters and roared: "Hell, what do you have in your head?.. Why did it attract so many reporters to say that good news was blocked, news blocked?.. Do you want to go home and farm?

The reprimanded police officer did not dare to reply loudly: "Uh... Well, officer, I've been cautious, but you know, the scene wasn't what we found out.. The guy who called the police sold the news to more than twenty TV stations, and the news fee he got was enough for him to buy a nice car."

"Oh.." The middle-aged policeman covered his head with a headache, seeing that he was about to retire in two months, but he did not expect that a massacre could break out at this juncture, and the death toll was initially estimated to be more than 500 people.

The most important thing is that the matter has been exposed, and he can foresee that soon there will be an overwhelming news about the massacre on TV, and then the demotion order above will also come down immediately... Oh, maybe you're waiting for yourself at your desk by now.

The reporters didn't enter the scene, and they had no idea how horrific the situation was inside.

This is not a massacre at all, but a riot, a plague... Or rather a disaster.

Pet cats and dogs devoured their owners, and the townspeople also gnawed on each other, and he saw with his own eyes that two entangled couples were biting each other's necks before they died, and their limbs were in each other's stomach pouches, and their stomachs had long been burst, and their internal organs flowed all over the ground..

It's terrible, it's really like a ritual, a ritual of sacrificing Satan, and only the power of the devil can do it...

The survey and removal of the scene was slow, and many police officers had vomited several times, and their faces were pale and slumped, and they had to continue to apply to their superiors for the transfer of police forces.

The middle-aged policeman was anxious when he suddenly saw a young man in a leather jacket sneaking over the cordon and walking towards the scene.

"Hey, boy, what are you doing?!" he walked briskly.

The young man has a neat and neat inch, hard facial features, and looks very handsome, but a pair of eyes are glancing around unnaturally at this moment.

"Uh... Oh, my aunt lives here, and I'm here to visit her."

"Really?" the middle-aged policeman looked him up and down with suspicious eyes, and said, "That can only tell you one unfortunate news, your aunt may have been drinking afternoon tea in heaven by now... Inside a living person.. Well, there's not a single living thing left .."

The young man was stunned for a moment, and came back to his senses for a long time: "Hmm.. Oh, is it.." He made a sad expression in a bit of a panic, and choked up, "Can you let me in and see my aunt one last time?"

The middle-aged policeman frowned: "Unfortunately, I can't, I don't think your aunt will want you to see her at this time..." You won't necessarily recognize her, she's messy with other stuff and you'll have to work hard to pick it out... Go back and wait for the call, if you really have an aunt who loves you."

“.. Okay.." The young man seemed a little unwilling, and glanced inside, just as two police officers came out carrying a stretcher, and the body bag was bulging, and it didn't look like a corpse at all.

The middle-aged policeman looked at the young man coldly, and the meaning on his face had been clearly expressed, please leave!

The young man could only turn away while continuing to maintain the sadness on his face, occasionally looking back and peeking twice.

Not far from this guarded place, there was a black Chevrolet sedan, a classic one made in 67, which is rarely seen on the road today, let alone its owner is a tall and handsome blonde youth.

"How's it going?" the handsome blonde young man asked eagerly when he saw the short-haired young man return.

The latter spread his hands helplessly and replied: "That fat man didn't let me in at all... But I've heard a lot of news, and it looks like your hunch has come true again, the whole town is dead, a massacre.."

The blonde young man's face was solemn and he muttered, ".. It was one of the worst nightmares I've ever had... I can't see his appearance clearly, I can only see his back... Boundless darkness, appetite, chaos, carnage, blood... It lasted until dawn.."

"Then is he the bastard who killed his mother?" the short-haired young man couldn't help but ask.

"Perhaps.." The blonde youth shook his head, "I don't know either... But since the dream foreshadowing brought us here, I guess he must have something to do with our goal... Follow him, and we'll have results.."

"Okay.." The short-haired young man pouted helplessly, "So, where are we going next? Sam.."

The blonde young man looked at the extremely far ahead and said, "I can feel it in this direction. He went from here.."

The short-haired young man followed his younger brother's gaze and couldn't help but say, "Could it be New York? It's been a long time since I've been there, and it's such a nostalgic city."

...

As Carlo strolls down the interstate, his appearance has changed a bit, and the old boy has quickly grown into a handsome young man in his twenties.

He walked unhurriedly, stopping and making a gesture to stop every time a car passed by.

Unfortunately, his luck didn't seem to be good, and every car just whizzed past him, and no one wanted to stop.

Carlo was not annoyed, but walked leisurely.

Patience always pays off, and finally a dusty jeep stops, and the owner pokes his head out of the window and asks, "Hey, do you want a ride?"

Carlo saw a trace of hidden lewdness and heat in the eyes of this middle-aged man with a stubble face and scorched teeth, and he looked at himself from top to bottom, it seemed that he was an uncle with a very special orientation.

"Yes, Manhattan .." Carlo replied loudly.

"Come up, sturdy lad." The uncle greeted him with a smile: "You're lucky, I'm about to go there.."

"Okay, thanks.."

Carlo walked up to him and pulled him out of the car window with a stretch of his hand.

"Oh oh, damn it, what do you want to do?!" the uncle cried out in horror and anger.

Carlo looked at him and smiled, "When the tenth car passed by me, I made a promise to myself that I would give the first good Samaritan who was willing to stop and help me, an unprecedented one.."

"Death experience. ”