Red Moon Recovery: A Cloudy Day at the Start

Due to the Qingming Festival, the streets of Lucheng are more lively than usual.

After the people who rushed to worship in the morning came back, they began to walk around the streets.

Minfu Road, located in the southwestern suburb of Lucheng, can be regarded as one of the slums of Lucheng. It is composed of a group of dilapidated two-story buildings.

Although dilapidated, it occupies a large area, and it is especially lively on weekdays.

Especially when night falls, all kinds of stalls will be erected on the roadside, attracting many people who are off work around.

Today is the festival again.

As early as when it got dark, there was almost no space in the stall.

The yelling, laughing and cursing, and bragging did not dissipate until eleven o'clock.

Lao Zhang is forty-seven years old this year. The reason for adding an old character is because of the perennial smoky fire, watching the grade at least 50 years away.

He was thin and not very tall.

Is a member of this hawker army,

Lao Zhang was sitting on an empty table next to his barbecue booth, eating his supper before closing the booth.

His dinner is very simple, a bowl of cold rice porridge brought from home, a biscuits from the stall next door, a green onion, and a bottle of beer.

There was no meat, but he was eating very fragrantly at this time.

"Lao Zhang, it's not that we said you, your own stall, reluctantly give up two strings of kidneys to make up for yourself, and eat these unnutritious things all day long.

"Even if the kid is waiting for the wedding gift, you have to take care of yourself first."

The guests at the last table of the grill are considered half acquaintances of Lao Zhang and frequent his business.

Old Zhang smiled shyly, then took a bite of biscuits and chewed:

"I'm tired of everything, don't I, change my mouth."

The famous man curled his mouth and was not talking.

The opening of the blood moon era made the atmosphere of the entire world become indifferent.

The supernatural events that broke out from time to time without warning have reduced the remaining scales between people to the extreme.

At 11:30, Lao Zhang sent away the last table of guests and began to close the stall.

The tables and chairs of his booth have fixed positions for storage.

At 12:20, Lao Zhang had packed up all his things and had to ride his three-wheeled motorcycle three kilometers westward to get home.

At midnight of the first month, the cold wind was biting.

There are no more pedestrians on the road.

Lao Zhang drove the car absently, thinking about today's income in his mind.

After saving for about a year, he can buy a house for his son in Lucheng and get his son married.

At that time, if you can give birth to a fat grandson, should you hold it with your left hand or with your right hand?

"Hi, if it's twins, let's hold one in each hand."

Thinking of this, Lao Zhang couldn't help being in a good mood, humming a little song in his mouth, and suddenly a smell floated from nowhere.

It looked like a rotting corpse, smelly and unpleasant.

Lao Zhang couldn't help frowning.

A secluded road, blood-red moonlight.

The shadow of the motorcycle is clearly visible under the moonlight.

Da da-

Under the roar of the motorcycle tricycle engine, Lao Zhang suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming from his ears.

Looks like...it's pretty close to him.

Someone?

Old Zhang was stunned.

Hastily moved around and glanced around.

Empty..

He sighed softly, shook his head, and laughed and cursed in a low voice: "It's a big night, I frighten myself."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but stretched his waist with one hand.

Um?

Lao Zhang was suddenly excited, his eyes widened, and he looked straight at his shadow.

The tricycle is still a tricycle, and there is a man in the car, holding the handlebar with both hands.

He turned a small turn, and the shadow of the car moved with it.

He raised an arm and shook it.

The hands held on the car shadow did not move.

"Huh? Two hands?"

Lao Zhang stared at the shadow blankly, then waved his arm vigorously, driving the motorcycle with only the remaining one hand.

"Shadow...Why doesn't the shadow move?"

A cold wind blew by.

It made Lao Zhang shiver.

Blood shining,

The fear buried in my heart was awakened.

Lao Zhang slammed on the brakes, and the harsh rubbing sound lasted for a few seconds before the car stopped.

He jumped out of his seat as if fleeing, and ran for a few meters before looking at the position of the car.

In the moonlight.

His shadow finally followed him and began to move.

Lao Zhang looked at his shadow, then continued to look at the motorcycle.

There.

A figure was still sitting on the seat of the car, holding the handle tightly.

suddenly.

The shadow on the motorcycle moved.

It raised an arm without warning and made a stretched shape.

After a delay of a few seconds, it continued to raise its arms and waved.

The weird atmosphere spread.

Gurgling—.

Lao Zhang swallowed and stared at all this dumbfounded.

next moment.

The shadow has already begun to leave the sitting position.

Lao Zhang turned around and ran.

But he couldn't move, he glanced at his shadow.

There was an extra pair of hands.

The hands lightly lifted.

Old Zhang fell to the ground.

His shadow still maintains a standing posture, and the picture is weird to the extreme.

It's like it's not a spatial dimension.

Then the two shadows slowly overlapped, and finally turned into Lao Zhang's phantom again.

The shadow slowly walked to Lao Zhang's side and made a posture that exactly fell to the ground.

Lao Zhang slowly opened his eyes and got up to stand.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

It's just that the smile froze very quickly.

Papa—patter—

Lao Zhang's limbs were falling, and his head fell blankly on the mutilated body and bounced, rolling out a long way.

His shadow was still standing there, watching the scattered body.

A dark cloud covers the blood moon,

The shadow disappeared in place.