Darkness is Coming

  The United States does not have a long history, but immigrants from all over the world will integrate the traditional culture of the motherland into the United States society, making this young country a desirable cultural melting pot after absorbing the cultural essence of various ethnic groups.

In this magical land, people can always open their eyes and see strange things that cannot be seen elsewhere, such as Chinese food that Chinese people have never seen but are very popular in the United States, such as strange occupations on the streets of New York of heterogeneity.

In the Bronx, two young men in hooded sweaters walked briskly against the graffiti-covered wall. One of them covered most of his face with his hooded hood and kept his eyes fixed, while the other glanced at the wall from time to time. Graffiti, the pace gradually slowed down.

"Phil! Don't stop! The group of people next to you don't look easy to mess with. We're here for fun, I don't want to make trouble." The short man walking in front turned around and grabbed his companion's wrist. Personal distance, only close friends can do this action without causing disgust.

   "I'm having fun, Jason." Phil sighed, pointing to the brightly colored graffiti on the wall, "Look at these artworks, what a touching creation."

"Are you crazy? My cousin told me that this is all the work of street gangs, don't point fingers at their graffiti, they are all crazy, you don't care if you say good or bad, as long as you dare to criticize them If you create criticism, they will be rude to you!" Jason looked nervously at the roadside, and outside the overcrowded laundry room, several strong men in leather coats and bearded were looking over.

   What could be worse and more dangerous than being targeted by a gang of gangsters in New York's worst neighborhood? Jason has heard all kinds of rumors in the Bronx. A cousin in the family walked through the block here and lost all his wallet and documents in just ten minutes, just because he looked at someone during the search. At a glance, a gang member was severely injured.

"You're overreacting, don't be so nervous. The Bronx was the best borough in the 1940s. Later, because of the aging of the area and the concentration of African-American and Latino immigrants, the crime rate soared, but that was all Forty years ago, Jason, we live in the 21st century, you really don't have to worry about being shot and killed when you walk down the street, the chance of that happening is more than when you fall and die while walking on the street. The probability is even lower." Phil calmly admired the graffiti on the wall and sighed, "Also, most of the graffiti artists who can draw this kind of work are not related to gang members, they are the real poor from the bottom. , even spray paint cans and paints can’t be bought, and they can only be stolen from the mall, so graffiti is called poor art.”

"But art does not distinguish between rich and poor, think about it Jason, a group of people who really have ideas, talents, and desires to express, endure hunger and cold, wind and rain, and sway paint in the streets and alleys without asking for compensation. To light up the boring world of pedestrians, just to let pedestrians take a look at his own work, this is the real art." Phil opened his arms and praised with an exaggerated aria, "This is the meaning of life, express yourself, seek Sure, do you feel it Jason? Thanks for bringing me here, I love this birthday present, and I always thought you weren't interested in my doodle hobby, sorry."

"Damn, I really don't understand why I would be your friend, I'm so sad." Jason stretched out his hand to rest on his forehead, giving him a headache, "Don't you think I'll take you to New York on your birthday and take the risk Dangerous neighborhoods are just for you to see these things, right? Is this even having fun? Open Google and tap the keyboard a few times, and you can see as many pictures as you want!"

   "Huh?" Phil wondered, "Then what surprise are you planning to give me?"

"Shut up and don't talk, come with me." Jason let go of Phil's hand and glanced cautiously at the laundry room across the street. Several strong men were still chatting in their original positions, and Jason was released. Take a breath and move on.

Phil looked at the graffiti on the wall reluctantly, unable to move his legs, and Jason, who was walking in front, turned his head and shouted angrily: "Follow me now, idiot! I promise that it will only take you a minute after arriving at the club. Forget all this bullshit."

   Jason is full of confidence, which makes Phil curious about the "club" in his mouth. He knows the temperament of his friends very well. What kind of club can make Jason so impatient?

   Is it the kind of rave party where you can grab a bottle of fine wine or a bag of premium marijuana? Or a **** club with lights, music and pretty girls dancing together?

   Phil, who was full of anticipation, followed behind his friend Jason and walked around, walking into a remote street with old buildings in disrepair.

   "Are you sure you didn't go to the wrong place?" Phil tried hard not to show a disappointed expression, what new clubs could there be here, not even a decent bar.

  Jason was about to speak when he heard a dull gunshot, which shook him all over.

   However, unexpectedly, Jason didn't panic and fled as Phil had imagined, but instead nodded excitedly and shouted: "Yes, this is it!"

  What are you doing? What about Jason, the cowardly coward who didn't dare to linger on the street when he saw a few strangers? Phil opened his mouth, and vaguely heard a few gunshots coming from several houses in the street, most likely in the basement or warehouse.

   "The gang fight? Or vendetta?" Phil subconsciously stepped back, his face became very ugly, he never expected to encounter such a thing, "We have to get out of here quickly and call the police when we get to a safe place!"

   "Why did you leave?" Jason grabbed Phil and laughed, "It's very safe here. The gunshots you heard just now came from the shooting range."

   "Shooting range?" Phil looked left and right, this was clearly an old neighborhood, where did the shooting range come from?

"Yes, there are a lot of entertainment here, why don't we start with the 'shooting range'?" Jason's face flushed abnormally, and his eyes flashed with morbid excitement. The last time Phil saw Jason like this Still at the prom, Jason caught a hot and unrestrained brown-skinned girl, ready to say goodbye to his innocent boyhood.

   Phil had an ominous premonition in his heart. He took a step back and asked, "Jason, you'd better explain to me first, what exactly is this place?"

   "This is the place where you can forget all your troubles." Jason couldn't help but drag Phil into a three-story house.

   As soon as he entered the door, there was a strong smell of blood and rancidity. Phil wanted to reach out to cover his nose, but his arms froze.

   What is that thing in front of!

   That monster that barely kept its human form...

   Variants!