Crimson Comes

Chapter 88: good man with a sense of justice

In the scrap iron city, dark alleys.

The street was lightly raining and empty. The windows of the houses on both sides were tightly drawn with curtains. The light of the street lamps was dim and cold. Except for the mice that were quietly flipping the garbage in the garbage, the surroundings were extremely quiet, and there was no movement that represented a threat.

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

It's all to blame for the **** "black-robed butcher", that madman has now become a shadow over the people of the entire scrap iron city.

Obviously he was just one person, and his whereabouts and identity were also secrets. It was very unlikely to meet him in such a large scrap iron city, but for some reason, I felt a little panic in my heart. In a certain corner, the heart will always contract subconsciously, as if the guy is hiding in the shadows, and the next moment will rush towards him...

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

He comforted himself in his heart, but it was just a sense of fear in his heart...

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

Is it really possible to meet him by such a coincidence?

Stuffing the sacks into the trunk, someone in one of the sacks seemed to wake up and wriggled twice. He immediately picked up the wrench next to him and tapped the sack's head hard, and there was no movement in the sack immediately.

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

He finally calmed down, lit a cigarette silently, and prepared to get into the jeep.

Then when he turned around, his eyes suddenly stiffened.

On the roof of his jeep, there was a stiff and eerie face staring at him.

That face, pale and painted with strange colors.

He stumbled back a few steps, and then suddenly realized that it was actually a mask, as if it was some kind of sheep.

The man wore this mask on his face, a black raincoat on his body, and a sharp sickle in his hand. Under the two holes in the mask, his black and white eyes seemed to look at himself with a smile, and said softly. : "Hello, little rascal..."

"Shh!"

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

While screaming, he desperately put his hands into his arms, grabbed a black pistol and aimed forward.

"Shh..."

The huge blood-colored sickle was swung in front of him. He only felt his wrists get cold, and he fell to the ground even with the gun in his palm.

He knelt on the ground screaming and stretched out his other hand to grab the pistol.

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

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

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

The captain said that he should keep himself alive.

Besides, these peripheral hunters may all have secrets, which need to be interrogated...

...So, it's enough to leave a tongue.

……

……

On the 19th floor, in a high-end hotel, a man in pajamas poured out the overcooked coffee.

A person who can dormant for three years just to wait for a mysterious order is definitely not a reckless person. When he saw the newspaper, he had already determined that there was more than one person hunting on the periphery like himself, and there should be many people found by the mysterious mentor three years ago.

To be more certain, now, there has been an extremely powerful and extremely crazy person eyeing these people.

That is a person with enough strength to kill the entire sacrifice site.

He can't be careless and underestimate such monsters, so although he also knows that he must follow the mysterious instructions and prepare the "lamb", he can no longer use demon power, lest the other party have any strange ability to find him...

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

Even though he thought so, he still felt somewhat insecure in his heart.

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

But just when he took off his pajamas and was about to put on his clothes, he suddenly felt a little cold. He turned his head abruptly, and saw that the window had been opened at some point. He was startled, turned his head instantly, and saw that on the head of his bed, beside the lamb, at some point, there was another man wearing a black raincoat with a large stain on it. Bloodstained man with a funny cartoon sheep mask on his face.

"hello……"

He smiled: "The abdominal muscles are well trained..."

The air seemed to become extremely cold, and as the breath entered the trachea, it almost froze his entire body.

Suddenly, an inexplicable cry came out of his throat, and he was knocked to the ground before he could resist. Looking at the sheep-face mask that was getting closer and closer to him, his heart was filled with fear, and he suddenly shouted loudly. called out, "Who are you?"

"Why did you kill me?"

"I... I haven't done anything, and I've never offended anyone. You let me die and understand..."

"..."

The man wearing the sheep face mask was startled for a moment, then moved slightly slowly.

He raised hope and shouted desperately, "Even this woman is willing..."

The person wearing the sheep-face mask spoke with a very gentle voice: "I seem to have done something to you, there is really no evidence, so..."

"I won't stay alive this time..."

……

……

On the streets at midnight, there was a sturdy-looking driver of the school bus, pressing on the accelerator and rushing forward. In the back, the teacher on duty had been knocked unconscious by him, and the children in the car, whose average age was less than fifteen years old, were shivering with fright.

They are afraid of the suddenly mad driver, crowded at the back of the school bus, and tamely rushing to the unknown fate.

"once."

"One time is enough!"

The crazy driver thought in his heart: "Fight for this vote, run away from the city immediately, and be free from now on..."

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

Facing the rushing school bus, he slowly raised his head, and it turned out to be a sheep's face.

"It's that monster..."

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

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

The children behind him screamed in horror and huddled together.

The man with the sheep face mask turned his head friendly, covered in blood, and slowly put his index finger to his lips:

"Shh..."

"Be good..."

"..."

"..."

On this night when there was some light rain, there were still many outlying hunters in action.

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, walk in the dark with a fluke mentality, define some people as "lambs", and prepare to send them altar……

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

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

Hunting and being hunted, in just one night, I don't know how many times of reversals and surprises.

The smell of blood seemed to permeate with the humidity brought by the drizzle.

I don't know how many people were suddenly woken up in such a night and looked at the streets filled with rain.

Finally, the sound of a police car whistle from the Security Office suddenly broke the silence of the night.

Countless police officers rushed to various parts of the city under the alarm calls that urged their lives.

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

They rescued the frightened child in the school bus, the **** girl who was pretended to be knocked out and put in a sack, and when they finally rescued a girl huddled in a hotel room, helpless and helpless, she was collapsing cried loudly: "The devil..."

"I saw the devil..."

"It's a sheep-faced demon, he's holding a long red sickle..."

"Why did I survive..."

"I don't know either. He patted my face awake and told me to call the police..."

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

"..."

"..."

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

When he saw the lights of the guard hall walking along the streets of Scrap Iron City under the rain, Wei Wei crouched on the eaves and smiled happily.

I haven't been so happy for a long time.

I just like the feeling of preventing crimes and doing good deeds without a name.

It's so pleasant...

Perhaps this belongs to... the pleasure of justice?

The beating heartbeats around, like lines, intertwined in this city covered by the drizzle~www.wuxiaspot.com~ pointed out the direction for myself, just follow it, you can see To a chubby, horned, toothy little devil...

The closer you are, the more you can hear their heartbeats, their panic, and even the mistakes they have made in the past.

A happy laugh suddenly came out from under the sheep face mask, he patrolled the straight wall and rushed towards the wet street.

If the previous "artwork" has caused fear to these people, then tonight, deepen their fear.

Let them experience the trembling that belongs to the lamb every time they want to find the lamb in the middle of the night...

As for the strange words that the flesh-and-blood consciousness said to him in rage last time at the sacrifice site, the crazy babble that he heard countless times in his dreams, and the ticking of the clock that entered his trance dream several times, it seems to be explaining this. This matter is not as simple as imagined, and even has inextricable relations with himself, but, what does it matter?

It can't be only the lambs who are afraid...

When he was thinking about this in his heart, the corners of his mouth grinned uncontrollably, and followed the sound of his heartbeat through the night.

Captain Ouyang was right.

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

More like a guiding light...

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