In the scrap iron city, dark alleys.

The streets were drenched in a light rain, the curtains were tightly drawn on the windows of the houses on both sides, the light of the street lamps was dim and cold, except for the rats that quietly stirred the garbage in the garbage, the surroundings were extremely quiet, and there was no movement that represented a threat.

Someone went in and out, observed it several times, and finally determined that there should be no one staring at him.

It's all to blame on the damn "black-robed butcher", that madman has now become a shadow over the hearts of the entire Scrap Iron City.

Obviously, it was just a person, and his whereabouts and identity were all secrets, and it was a problem with a small probability of encountering him in such a big scrap iron city, but for some reason, I was a little panicked in my heart, whenever I passed through the shadows or a corner, my heart would always subconsciously contract, as if that guy was hiding in the shadows, and the next moment he would rush towards him......

"It's okay, it's okay......"

He comforted himself in his heart, but the fear in his heart was just a haunt......

The scrap iron city is so big, and his actions are sharp enough, and his attitude is cautious enough......

How could you really meet him by such a coincidence?

Stuffing the sack into the trunk, someone seemed to wake up in one of the sacks, and squirmed slightly, he immediately picked up the wrench next to him, and knocked the head of the sack, and there was no movement in the sack.

He hurriedly closed the trunk lid and looked around, only to see that the surroundings were silent, only the street lamps stood quietly on both sides.

He finally put his mind at ease, silently lit a cigarette, and prepared to get into the jeep.

Then this time he turned around, and suddenly his eyes froze with surprise.

On the roof of his jeep, a stiff and strange face was looking at him fixedly.

The face was pale and painted with strange colors.

He stumbled back a few steps before suddenly realizing that it was actually a mask, as if it were some kind of sheep.

The man wore this mask on his face, a black raincoat on his body, a sharp scythe in his hand, and under the two holes of the mask, his black and white eyes seemed to look at him with a smile, and he said softly: "Hello, little villain......"

"Huh!"

At this moment, he only felt that fear was like substance, and it instantly poured into his heart.

Screaming, he pulled out a black pistol and aimed it forward.

"Sneer......"

The huge blood-colored scythe swung in front of him, and he only felt a cold wrist, and even the palm of his hand and the gun had fallen to the ground.

He fell to his knees with a cry of pain, and reached out his other hand to grab the pistol.

The blood-colored scythe flashed, and his other hand fell to the ground.

He was about to rush into the distance with his feet on the ground, when he saw the blood-colored scythe flash, and his legs suddenly lost their support.

He turned his head in horror and saw blood covering his vision.

The captain said that he wanted to keep himself alive.

Moreover, these peripheral hunters may have secrets hidden on their bodies and need to be interrogated......

…… So, it's enough to keep a tongue.

……

……

On the nineteenth floor, in a high-end hotel, a man in pajamas poured out the overcooked coffee.

A person who can lie dormant for three years, just to wait for a mysterious order, is by no means reckless. When he saw the newspaper, he had already determined that there was more than one person hunting in the periphery like himself, and there should be many people found by the mysterious mentor three years ago.

It is even more certain that now, there is an unusually powerful and extremely crazy person who has set his sights on these people.

It was a man who had enough strength to take out the entire sacrificial site.

He can't be careless and can't underestimate such a monster, so although he also knows that he must follow the mysterious instructions and prepare the "lamb", he can no longer use the demonic power, lest the other party have some strange ability to discover ......

Now, it's okay to find prey in the way of ordinary people, through money and sleeping pills, right?

Although he thought so, he still felt a little insecure in his heart.

Therefore, he quickly changed his clothes and prepared to send the last "lamb" he was missing as soon as possible.

But just when he had just taken off his pajamas and was about to change into clothes, he suddenly felt a little cold. I turned my head suddenly, and I saw that the window had opened at some point, and I was shocked, and when I turned my head, I saw that on the head of my bed, beside the lamb, I don't know when, there was a person wearing a black raincoat, which was stained with a large amount of blood, but his face was wearing a funny cartoon sheep mask.

"Hello......"

He smiled: "The abs are good......

The air seemed to become unusually cold, and as the breath entered the trachea, it almost froze itself entirely.

He suddenly let out an inexplicable cry in his throat, and before he could resist, he was knocked to the ground, looking at the sheep-faced mask that was getting closer and closer to him, his heart was filled with fear, and he suddenly shouted at the top of his voice: "Who are you?" ”

"Why did you kill me?"

"I ...... I haven't done anything, I haven't offended anyone, you let me die......"

“……”

The man wearing the sheep-faced mask was stunned for a moment, and his movements slowed slightly.

He rose to hope and shouted desperately: "Even this woman is voluntary......"

The person wearing the sheep-faced mask spoke, and his voice was very gentle: "I seem to have no evidence of what I did to you, so ......"

"I won't leave a living mouth this time......"

……

……

On the street at midnight, there was a driver driving the school bus with a fierce face, stepping on the accelerator and racing forward. Later, the teacher on duty had already been knocked unconscious by him, and the children in the car, whose average age was less than fifteen years old, had already been trembling with fright.

They are afraid of the driver who suddenly goes crazy, crowds at the back of the school bus, and rushes to the unknown fate in a tame manner.

"Once."

"One time is enough!"

The crazy driver thought to himself: "Do this ticket desperately, escape from the city immediately, and be free from now on......"

But just as he was imagining, he suddenly saw a figure holding a blood-red sickle under the two rows of street lamps in front of him.

He faced the school bus rushing by, and slowly looked up, and it was actually a sheep's face.

"It's the monster......"

The school bus driver yelled desperately, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and crashed into it without slowing down.

The next moment, the children shrunk into a ball behind the car, and suddenly saw a huge blood-colored sickle cut in the front of the car, cutting the crazy driver in half, and the man wearing a sheep-faced mask flew into the window and sat in the driver's seat to help the car slow down.

The little children behind him screamed in terror and huddled together.

The man in the sheep-faced mask turned his head in a friendly manner, covered in blood, and slowly stretched his index finger to his lips:

"Shh......h

"Be good......"

“……”

“……”

On this night when it was raining lightly, there were still many hunters on the periphery.

Even if they vaguely guessed that someone was staring at them because of this overwhelming report, they still did not dare to disobey the mysterious instructions, walked in the dark with a fluke mentality, defined some people as "lambs", and prepared to send them to the altar......

But in the same way, there are people who walk in the deeper shadows and hunt the hunters.

Fear spreads, and the smell of blood fills the rain.

Hunting and being hunted, in just one night, I don't know how many times the reversal and abruptness have been staged.

The smell of blood seemed to be permeating with the drizzle of moisture.

I don't know how many people were suddenly awakened in such a night, looking at the rain-filled streets,

Finally, the silent night was suddenly broken by the sound of the siren of a police car from the Guard Department.

Countless police officers rushed to various parts of the city under the urging of the police call.

Then, they saw someone in pajamas, hanging from the window of the hotel, someone nailed to the street lamp, someone with limbs cut off, only one tongue was left shouting "devil, devil", and someone was put on a collar around their neck, locked in a cage, facing an old man with empty eyes outside the cage, and kept shouting: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

They saved the frightened child in the school bus, the escort girl who was pretended to be knocked unconscious and put in a sack, and when they finally rescued a helpless girl who was huddled in a hotel room, she was breaking down and crying loudly: "Demon ......"

"I see the devil ......"

"It's a sheep-faced demon with a long red scythe......"

"Why did I survive......"

"I didn't know, he woke me up in the face and told me to call the police......"

"I saw him hang my dear from the window, and he turned back to me and smiled at me, saying you're welcome......"

“……”

“……”

"What a person with a sense of justice should do, why do you need to say thank you?"

When he saw the lights of the guard hall wandering on the streets of the scrap iron city under the rain, Wei Wei squatted on the eaves and smiled happily.

It's been a long time since I've been so happy.

I just like this feeling of stopping crime and doing good deeds without leaving a name.

It's so pleasant......

Probably that's what ...... The thrill of justice?

The sound of the heartbeat around is like a thread, intertwined in this drizzly shrouded city, showing yourself the way, as long as you follow it, you can see a fat,, toothy little devil......

The closer you get, the more you can hear their heartbeats, their panic, and even their past mistakes.

A happy laugh erupted from under the sheep-faced mask, and he sprinted through the straight walls into the wet streets.

If the previous "artwork" had already created fear in these people, then tonight, deepen their fear.

Let them experience this trembling of the lamb every time they try to look for it in the middle of the night......

As for the strange words that the flesh and blood consciousness said to himself in a rage in the sacrificial point last time, as well as the crazy whispers he heard countless times in his dreams, and the ticking of the clock in his trance dreams several times, it seems to explain that this matter is not as simple as imagined, and even has an inextricable relationship with himself, but what does it matter?

The Lamb can't be the only one to be afraid......

When he thought this, the corners of his mouth were already grinning uncontrollably, and he followed the sound of his heartbeat through the night.

Captain Ouyang was right.

This kind of listening to the voice of fear really doesn't seem like an ordinary ability......

More like a beacon to guide the way......

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