The bleak streets were cloudy and windy, and there was not a single ghost.

Under the white light, in the glass window, the clerk behind the ordering table of the fast food restaurant lowered his cap, secretly brought a stool, and sat lazily, with one hand on his chin, tilting his head and napping.

Tonight, he's on the night shift.

Several colleagues in the back hall secretly hid in the warehouse at the back of the house to sleep and play with their mobile phones. When no one comes to order, it is usually an hourly shift, and everyone takes turns to go in and rest. Of course, this is their own rule.

In the small store, a few tables are piled up with brightly colored, oily-looking fast food boxes and crumpled wrappers, and he doesn't bother to clean them up. The cleaning aunt came a little late today, half-dead dragging the mop, one by one, the movement was stiff, and it collided on the table and chair, making a slight sound of "click-click-".

The incandescent lights overhead buzzed and flickered, and the clerk closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. The familiar sound of "click-click-" seemed to be a lullaby, and before he knew it, he felt groggy in his head.

"Click-" A succession of tiny thumping sounds woke his nerves. He opened his eyes extremely sleepily, and the bitter stench of his mouth made him somewhat sober.

Most of the lights in the store had been turned off at some point, and the few tables in the vicinity were dimly lit. He stood alone under a gleaming billboard, and everything around him was silent.

He turned his head suspiciously to look at the door of the warehouse, which was tightly closed without the slightest movement.

The cleaning aunt is gone, the mop is still underground, and the wet ground is covered with cold water stains.

He felt his hairs stand on end inexplicably.

"Smack!"

An inexplicable noise made him jump, and he turned his head to find that it was a newspaper blown around by the wind that had slammed against the glass.

"Neuropathy. He smiled self-deprecatingly and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dada-"

The strange voice that woke him up sounded again, and it was very abrupt in the empty fast food restaurant.

The voice is very familiar, and it is often heard by the clerk when he is working.

By the way, he suddenly remembered something and stood up and walked to the bathroom. Could it be that the cleaning aunt forgot to tighten the faucet in the toilet after using it? If that faucet is not tightened, it will make a continuous dripping sound of "click" from time to time......

Walking to the toilet door, the clerk found that the toilet door was locked.

"Auntie—Auntie!" the clerk knocked softly on the door.

"Are you in there, Auntie—" There was a strange grunting sound, like someone talking with water in his mouth, and the sound of a rhinoceros rubbing his clothes, and strange sounds that he couldn't explain.

"Hello, is anyone there—"

Someone shouted at the door. The clerk poked his head over and saw that it was a tall, white man.

The man's clothes were a little dirty, as if they had rolled on the ground or had fallen.

The clerk glanced at the toilet, then quickly responded loudly: "Come on, come on", and ran over.

The clerk smiled at the man in front of him, and straightened his hat: "What does Mr. need?"

The man replied with a somewhat unhappy face: "Ice cream." ”

The clerk looked suspicious: "What?"

The man smiled and waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, I want an ice cream, take it away." ”

The clerk didn't bother to care why the person in front of him was so unhappy that he came to buy ice cream in the middle of the night, and quickly and quickly filled a full cup with a plastic cup and handed it to the man: "Sir, the last point is here, I'll give it all to you." ”

The man nodded and took the ice cream: "Why do you ........ store a strange smell?"

The clerk looked confused: "No?"

"Forget it, it's fine. The man pushed open the door and disappeared around the corner.

After quickly putting the money into the cash register, the clerk remembered the cleaning aunt who was still in the toilet and didn't know what she was doing.

"Auntie, are you alright?" the clerk was a little worried and knocked harder.

There was a sticky texture under his feet, and he lowered his head to find that the sides of his feet were covered in scarlet blood.

"I*.........."

There was a heavy gasp and a churning sound of throats, and the clerk hesitated for a moment, then leaned his ear closer to the toilet door.

There was a "squeak", and before the ears could be closed, the door opened a crack.

The strong smell of blood came from the toilet, and the clerk's eyes widened in horror, and his pupils were extremely constricted—the small toilet had been stained with a huge amount of dark blood and painted into a red room!

The cleaning aunt is like a big bat, hanging upside down on the ceiling. She turned her back to him, her shoulders shaking, her hair scattered, one hand holding a knife from nowhere, her head twisted and turned extremely twisted, her eyes were dead white, her face was a knife with rotten flesh, and her lips and teeth were opened, revealing a strange smile that almost made people crazy.

The clerk found that her neck was broken, and blood was dripping on the ground, making a rapid "click" sound......

Before he could shout, the clerk was jerked in by a bloody hand.

On the street with lone lights on.

Xiao He, who was carrying ice cream, walked back.

The yin wind was blowing, and Xiao He's mind was full of what he had just encountered in the fast food restaurant.

What was going on in the shop just now? There was an unusually strong smell of blood, why couldn't that stunned-looking clerk smell it?

Or is it ...... Only he can smell it? Xiao He thought wildly, and couldn't help but speed up his pace.

Unconsciously walked into an alley, and there was no light around. Xiao He kicked the cans under his feet boringly, and walked forward with his head bored.

Suddenly, another strong smell of blood entered Xiao He's nose. He jerked his head up and saw a man standing in the shadow behind the dim aperture of the streetlight in front of him.

Xiao He instinctively felt the danger.

After being discharged from the army, this feeling of uneasiness like a thorn in the back was felt for the first time, and it was stronger than ever. He stood still, staring at the man, who was also motionless, hidden in the darkness, with only one silhouette.

"Which way of the gods, report your name!"

Preemptively, grasp the fighter plane, as the saying goes, knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent will not be defeated in a hundred battles, first set up a name, and then set out the way, even if you can't fight, you can take revenge in the future! Xiao He scolded loudly in a calm voice.

The man still didn't move. The pungent smell of blood became more and more intense, and Xiao He clearly felt that the temperature around him had changed.

A small, trivial voice came from the man.

"What are you talking about? Can you straighten your tongue?"

Xiao He looked at the strange figure in front of him suspiciously, retreated step by step, squatted on the ground and picked up a wine bottle, ready to dry up at any time!

The figure moved.

Step by step, he stepped into the light of the streetlamp.

His steps were limp and weak, one blood-red footprint at a time. The neck is pulled back, and the posture is extremely strange. The striking and terrifying red wound exposed the white bones all over the body, and the red blood oozed from the pink muscles, which was extremely abrupt.

A huge gash had opened in his neck, and his head hung limply behind his head, with only a little flesh attached to his shoulders. The black blood vessels with the thickness of his thumb turned outward, making Xiao He gag!

"What the hell!" Xiao He had never seen such a terrifying "person", and his hair stood on end in an instant! Zombies were ten times better looking than him!

The monster stiffly stretched out his hands and straightened his head, and Xiao He felt a chill in his heart at the moment - he saw that the bloody face that had been cut by the knife no longer had a chin, and only a scarlet tongue was dangling.

The most important thing is that this monster is wearing a peaked cap, which makes Xiao He extremely frightened!

Isn't he the stunned clerk just now!

"Big-people——, big-people——, eat me-eat me-"

The clerk who had turned into a monster muttered wildly in his throat, stretched out his hands, and pounced on Xiao He!