In Meng Liangliang's view, the group of people sitting in the Internet café are more like mental illness. But the middle-aged man said that the number was one, and the person who looked at her before making the phone call was her, so she could confirm that the other party was talking about mental illness was her.

The situation in the Internet café is so weird, and the boss reacts like this. Meng Liangliang chose not to be involved in right and wrong, and gave up at the moment to prove that he was not mentally ill, and turned around and walked out of this Internet café directly. I still chose the cheapest Internet café to enter.

There were not many people in this Internet café, and there were only seven or eight people sitting at the beginning of the charter time.

She didn't choose the private room upstairs to save money, and the seven or eight people chose the hall on the first floor for the convenience of the game. The sound of them tapping on the keyboard and clicking the mouse was particularly loud, and from time to time they burst into foul language, talking to each other and laughing a few words.

Most lonely people are afraid of being quiet. In the quiet night, these movements made Meng Liangliang feel much more at ease.

Meng Liangliang originally planned to check the recruitment information for a while and rest, but he didn't feel sleepy until one o'clock in the morning. She adjusted her chair to comfort and closed her eyes to recuperate. It was dimly like he was asleep and it didn't seem to be.

The doors and windows of the Internet café were closed, the air conditioner was turned on, and the air gradually deteriorated with seven or eight people swallowing clouds and spitting fog.

Meng Liangliang opened his eyes and looked at the time, it was already four o'clock in the morning. She stood up and let the webmaster open the door, and walked in the direction of the vegetable market by the light of the streetlights.

At five or six o'clock in the morning, outside the vegetable market is a wholesale bus, where you can buy the freshest and cheapest fruits and vegetables. Meng Liangliang plans to wholesale some and sell it to make some difference.

Mosquito legs are small and meat is also meat.

There are occasionally one or two people who exercise in the morning on the road, and Meng Liangliang, who walks slowly, is very different. In the fresh air, she stretched her waist and was thinking about whether to take a morning run for a while, when she saw a group of people running out of a shop with panicked faces, and the posture and expression seemed to be running for their lives.

No, it's not like! They're running for their lives.

A short, fierce-looking man in black was holding an exaggerated machete, slashing left and right, like a galloping wind. Cut down those people one by one. Seeing the strings of blood flowers bursting and soaring, Meng Liangliang was still calm.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill!"

Meng Liangliang instinctively turned around and ran away, her legs were weak and didn't look like her own, but her voice was still loud and long, and there was such a terrible horror, piercing the dark sky, spreading far and wide.

Meng Liangliang ran for a while, and was grabbed by an aunt who was running in the morning, "What's wrong, what's wrong?" ”

Less than 200 meters away from the murderer, can you stop at this time?

It has to be!

Meng Liangliang shook his hand and pointed back, while dragging his aunt to continue running. However, he is really timid, and he really doesn't have much talent. After such a beating, all the strength of the drum was dispersed, and it was no longer necessary to run two legs and not listen to the command.

Meng Liangliang was a little incoherent, pointing to the murder scene and urging the aunt to call the police.

This aunt's eyes seemed to be a little bad, looking at the bloody scene, she still looked out of condition. just tried his best to reassure her and make her explain the situation.

By this time, those who had fled in a hurry had fallen under the knife of the man in black. The man did not flee the scene, he stuck the big knife diagonally into the ground, squinted his eyes and looked this way, not moving.

Fear can turn into anger to a certain extent. That anger rushed through Meng Liangliang's guts, giving her strength again. She yelled, pulled her aunt and ran. If that speed is won in the school sports meeting, it will definitely be able to break the record.

Meng Liangliang's screaming and roaring voice was mixed with the aunt's "oops" again and again, and it quickly drifted away.

The man in black looked at Meng Liangliang's figure running away in a panic, and he couldn't figure it out. After staying for a while, he turned his head to look at the eastern sky, tore off a bracelet from his hand, shook it in the wind, and the bracelet quickly expanded and extended into a long chain with a thick wrist, like a spiritual snake shuttling like a dragon circling, and instantly wore the "corpse" on the ground into a string.

The man in black raised his hand, and the chain shrank along with the many "corpses" and flew back into his palm. Glancing at the direction Meng Liangliang ran away again, he scratched the back of his head. Then he drew his knife and jumped onto the roof, jumped three times and two vertically, and disappeared in a few strokes.

At the beginning of the morning, the street lights gradually went out.

On the edge of the flower bed on the side of the road sat Meng Liangliang, who stumbled and recounted the situation, and there was an aunt who rubbed her waist and beat her legs, panting and screaming at the sky.

When Meng Liangliang tried to organize the retelling of the language to the third time, the aunt's face finally appeared in a trance and understood something.

"Are you saying that just outside that Internet café, the corpses in one place, the murderers have all been killed on the road?"

"Those people came out of the Internet café?"

"A three-foot-long broadsword?"

"Cutting down two people in a single volley?"

"Just now?"

......

Auntie's questions were affirmed by Meng Liangliang one by one. Every time one is affirmed, the aunt's eyes will change when she looks at Meng Liangliang.

Meng Liangliang was very anxious. In this day and age, there is no phone booth on the side of the road, and no one else can be met, and the only one who can ask for help is this aunt. It's a pity that this aunt's reaction is very slow. She no longer suspects that her aunt has bad eyes, she suspects whether the other party is suffering from neurodegenerative diseases.

Meng Liangliang looked at the aunt who was looking him up and down, and couldn't help but feel a touch of regret in his heart - this aunt is not too old, and she is not a good person. It's a pity that there are signs of onset at such a young age.

After looking at Meng Liangliang carefully, the aunt at this moment has lost the anger she had just now, and her heart is full of regret - this little girl is still a child, she looks beautiful and beautiful. It's a pity that I got mentally ill at such a young age. I don't know what stimulated me.

Looking at the dishes on her face, you know that this child has not eaten well for a long time. Looking at the black and cyan color under her eyes, she knew that this child had not rested well for a long time.

What a poor child.

Meng Liangliang didn't bother to pay attention to her aunt's expression, she explained unrelentingly, and tried to guide her aunt to take out her mobile phone and call the police.

The aunt shook her head and sighed, and finally took out her mobile phone and dialed the police. However, the situation is a little different from what Meng Liangliang thought.

"Hey, comrade policeman, there's a psychopath here......"