Asking what is the situation in the world is only a promise of life and death.

Love has always been a thing that people look forward to, it seems to symbolize innocence, kindness, and beauty. But if someone wrote such verses on the gray wall with blood, it would be a little creepy. At this moment, Gu Chen and I are standing in a building that has not yet been built.

The building has been topped out and has a total of 30 floors.

And the layer where people write poems in blood is fifteen layers, a position that is impartial and impartial. There was no elevator, and when I climbed the fifteenth floor, I felt like I was going to vomit blood.

The building had not been started for a while, and it was stopped when I heard that the real estate developer's budget was written by a zero, and it was only after half of the construction that the budget was far from enough. Lao Zhang has been working here for more than a month, and his daily task is to prevent someone from sneaking into the construction site to steal steel, he eats at the construction site, drinks at the construction site, and sleeps at the construction site.

Although the developer miscalculated the budget, it was more than enough to raise an idler like Lao Zhang.

Last night, Lao Zhang killed another dog, and he found that there were more stray dogs and stray cats recently. Perhaps this huge construction site is not the slightest bit popular, so it has become a paradise for animals, and those cats and dogs run in through the gaps in the construction fence.

Lao Zhang called dog meat "fragrant meat", and he had special dog fighting skills.

Those with collars, or expensive dog breeds, Lao Zhang generally won't start, that is obviously a dog raised by someone. Lao Zhang sometimes finds it strange that the people in the city call their sons dogs, but they call their dogs sons. He once took the bus and saw a young woman holding a dog, and the dog was eating the young woman's milk~ child, and the young woman was actually breastfeeding the dog.

Lao Zhang felt that he had been crushed by the wheels of the times.

But for those stray dogs that no one raises, Lao Zhang will never be soft-hearted.

Lao Zhang said that those stray cats should be glad that their meat is sour.

He lured the stray dogs with ham sausages and struck them on the head with a homemade mace. Lao Zhang is almost seventy years old this year, but his body is still very strong. The stray dogs were suddenly smashed and their brains burst out, and then Lao Zhang used a kitchen knife to peel off the dog's skin.

Those dog meat became a pot of fragrant meat, and finally entered Lao Zhang's stomach.

In fact, when we came to the construction site after receiving Lao Zhang's alarm, we saw that Lao Zhang's temporary residence was covered with dog skins, racks of bones were placed next to it, and the pools of blood had turned black, and piles of flies were circling around these things.

This place is like Lao Zhang's kingdom.

Until last night, Lao Zhang discovered an intruder.

Lao Zhang must check the situation in each building every night, this is Wang Ba's fart ~ stock - regulation (turtle belly). But in fact, even if Lao Zhang is absent from work for a few days, it is estimated that no one will find out. But Lao Zhang still does this every day, which is not to say that Lao Zhang is responsible, this is because Lao Zhang wants to catch dogs.

Since Lao Zhang found that there were more stray dogs, Lao Zhang would go to various corridors every night to design traps, and he could catch dogs every night.

Lao Zhang still did this last night, but Lao Zhang didn't catch a dog, Lao Zhang caught a person. When Lao Zhang approached him, he had just broken free of his feet from the rope.

Lao Zhang didn't know what this person was doing here in the middle of the night, just wanted to educate him, this person ran away, in the night, Lao Zhang didn't see what this young man's face looked like, only knew that it was a person with a height of about 1.7 meters, even a man or a woman, Lao Zhang didn't know.

Lao Zhang didn't really care, thinking that this was just a stupid thief who came to steal things but accidentally stepped on his trap. But at this time, Lao Zhang heard the sound of something moving in the empty building. When Lao Zhang used his flashlight to shine upstairs, he didn't find anything.

But Lao Zhang did hear the voice: "Tick tock." ”

A gloomy wind blew.

The construction site is actually pitch black, and the cost of turning on the lights at night is almost higher than Lao Zhang's salary in a day, which is obviously not worth it. The only light was an old-fashioned flashlight in Lao Zhang's hand, Lao Zhang walked a little farther away, looked back at the towering buildings, and the windows were like the eyes of monsters.

Lao Zhang was very scared, but decided to go upstairs to have a look.

Sometimes curiosity is a stronger emotion than fear. Lao Zhang climbed upstairs step by step, and in the quiet of the night, only the sound of his "pedaling" footsteps could be heard echoing in the building. Lao Zhang walked up step by step, and this time he came to the fifteenth floor.

When he had just gone up to the fifteenth floor, Lao Zhang asked about the smell of blood, and he hurriedly took a flashlight everywhere to take a photo, and someone wrote on the wall. Lao Zhang was illiterate, and he couldn't even write his own name. His parents died when he was very young, and he never attended a class.

Lao Zhang understood, he recently learned a new term called killing Matt, which refers to those stupid ~ embarrassed people. Lao Zhang thinks that the teenager who ran away just now should be the one who killed Matt, and they like to scribble on the wall.

Lao Zhang approached the wall with a flashlight, looking at the words he couldn't understand one by one, and suddenly his feet stumbled, and he felt something roll down, and he immediately used the flashlight to shine it.

Lao Zhang found a bucket in the corner of the wall, and the blood in it was spilled all over the ground, and he quickly helped him up, this bucket Lao Zhang was very familiar with.

Lao Zhang has never been a waster of food, dogs are full of treasures, he not only eats dog meat, but also makes dog blood into blood tofu to eat, in this regard, Lao Zhang is a foodie. This bucket is usually used by Lao Zhang to hold dog blood, but I didn't expect it to be scribbled by that little rabbit cub.

Lao Zhang scolded, and he walked back with his dog's blood.

Halfway through, Lao Zhang couldn't help but dip a little blood in his hand to eat. When he put his finger in his mouth, Lao Zhang took a bite and froze in place.

The next day, Lao Zhang, who thought about it for a long time, still chose to call the police: "I drank a mouthful of human blood." ”

So Gu Chen and I showed up here, and then we saw someone writing such a love poem on the wall.

It can be concluded that when the man wrote this poem last night, the blood still did not clot, and a few blood stains slowly flowed down the wall. However, it cannot be concluded that this blood must be human based on Lao Zhang's words, and it will have to be tested at that time.

"The third watch came here in the middle of the night to draw ghost talismans, and I don't know if it was bloody or romantic. Gu Chen muttered.

"Two police officers, come down!" Lao Zhang shouted below: "It's terrible, there's a dog with a human head in its mouth!"

A dog with a human head in its mouth?

We stood on the fifteenth floor and looked down.

A husky swaggers through the market with a human head in his mouth.

It was a woman's head, and her long hair obscured her features, making it impossible to see her face clearly. It doesn't look like there's any blood on her head, and there's no blood dripping from her neck, so it looks like the blood is already clotting. The side of the woman's head was slightly dented, as if something had hit it.

The surrounding citizens have become demented~ and even forgot to scream. The dog's owner watched his husky walk towards him and opened his mouth wide. He would never have thought that what he threw out was obviously a frisbee, but how could it be picked up by a dog that turned out to be a human head.

"Damn!" Looking at the human head in the dog's mouth, I couldn't help but say: "What the hell is this ~~ doing!"

When Gu Chen and I came downstairs, the husky hostess was sitting on the ground. The crowd around shouted loudly, and I hurriedly shouted, "We two are plainclothes, everyone stay away." ”

"Hurry up and get this head out of the dog's mouth. I said to Gu Chen, who looked confused.

Gu Chen said: "How can I get this!"

"Beautiful men's plan, bitter meat plan, how you like to get it. I said.

Gu Chen used all kinds of methods, but he couldn't get the human head out of the husky's mouth. Later, Gu Chen looked at more and more onlookers, and it was also angry from his heart, and he directly threw the husky down. A reserve armed police officer was reduced to the point of fighting with dogs, and I was also drunk.

Fortunately, Gu Chen's skills are really not covered, and he finally snatched the human head out of the dog's mouth.

I took off my short sleeves, wrapped my head, and got into the car.

"The thing that Lao Zhang mentioned last night is probably this head. I said to Gu Chen.

Gu Chen said in an awkward tone: "That means that the young man before carried a person upstairs in the middle of the night and wrote a few love poems with the blood flowing from the head?"

Creeps.

In the dark night, a man sneaked into the construction site with a human head in his hand, he first secretly took the bucket where Lao Zhang put the dog's blood, then poured out the dog's blood and put the human head inside. He walked up the stairs of a building. In the darkness, he leaned against the wall and slowly went up.

When he reached the fifteenth floor, he took out the human head, which he used as a pen, and then used the human head to write this love poem on the wall.

And during this time, it should be the time when Lao Zhang placed a trap at the staircase on the first floor.

Then when he went downstairs, he stepped into Lao Zhang's trap.

Logically, this should be true, but from my emotional level, it should not be so. If I were such a calm and fanatical poet, I would never panic by stepping on a trap to catch a dog, so that others would find out. So, what did the young man who was trapped that night do, and who would be the person who wrote with his head?

"Why are you shirtless? Xiao Liu saw me, and then said, "Damn, what's wrapped in your clothes, watermelon?

Xiao Liu said as he followed me into Team Leader Shao's office: "I'll show you how this melon is, I'm a veteran." ”

As he spoke, Xiao Liu pulled his short sleeves apart.

"Damn, this, this is a human head!"