Scarlet Falls
Chapter 90 A good man with a sense of justice (please order for the first time and support!)
Scrap Iron City, dark alleys.
There was a light rain falling on the street, and there was no one around. The windows of the houses on both sides had their curtains drawn tightly, and the light of the street lamps was dim and cold. Except for the rats quietly turning over the garbage inside, the surroundings were extremely quiet, without any movement that represented a threat.
There were people coming in and out, and after observing several times, I was finally sure that no one was staring at me.
It's all because of that damn "Black Robe Butcher". That lunatic has now become a shadow that casts a shadow over the entire Scrap Iron City.
It was obvious that he was just a person, and his whereabouts and identity were both secret. The probability of encountering him in such a large scrap iron city was very low, but for some reason, I felt a little panicked. Whenever I passed by a shadow or In a certain corner, my heart always shrinks subconsciously, as if that guy is hiding in the shadows and will rush towards me the next moment...
"It's okay, it's okay..."
He comforted himself in his heart, it was just the fear in his heart that was causing trouble...
Scrap Iron City is so big, but my movements are nimble enough, and my attitude is cautious enough...
How could we really meet him by such a coincidence?
He stuffed the sacks into the trunk. Someone seemed to wake up in one of the sacks and squirmed slightly. He immediately picked up the wrench next to him and knocked hard on the head of the sack. There was no movement inside the sack.
He hurriedly closed the trunk lid and looked around, only to see the silence around him, with only street lights standing silently on both sides.
He finally felt relieved, silently lit a cigarette, and prepared to get into the jeep.
Then he turned around and suddenly his eyes froze in shock.
On the roof of his jeep, there was a stiff and strange face looking at him steadily.
The face was pale and painted with strange colors.
He stumbled back a few steps, and then suddenly realized that it was actually a mask, and it seemed to be some kind of sheep.
The man wore this mask on his face, a black raincoat on his body, and held a sharp sickle in his hand. Under the two holes of the mask, his black and white eyes seemed to look at him with a smile, and said softly : "Hello, little villain..."
"Uh-huh!"
At this moment, he felt that fear was like substance, pouring into his heart instantly.
While screaming, he desperately reached into his arms, grabbed a black pistol and aimed forward.
"laugh……"
The huge bloody sickle was swung in front of him, and he felt his wrist go cold, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.
He cried out in pain and fell to his knees, reaching for the pistol with his other hand.
The bloody sickle flashed past, and his other hand fell to the ground.
He kicked off the ground with both feet and was about to rush into the distance, when he saw a bloody sickle flash past, and his legs suddenly lost their support.
He turned around in horror and saw blood filling his field of vision.
The captain said that he must keep himself alive.
Moreover, these peripheral hunters may have secrets hidden in their bodies and need to be interrogated...
...So, leaving a tongue is enough.
…
…
On the nineteenth floor, in a high-end hotel, a man in pajamas poured out the spiked coffee.
A person who can lie dormant for three years just to wait for a mysterious order is by no means a reckless person. When he saw the newspaper, he had already determined that there was more than one person hunting in the periphery like himself. There should be many people who were found by the mysterious mentor three years ago.
It is even more certain that now, an extremely powerful and extremely crazy person has targeted these people.
That is a person who is powerful enough to kill the entire sacrificial site.
He cannot be careless or underestimate such a monster, so although he also knows that he must follow the mysterious instructions and prepare the "lamb", he can no longer use demonic power, lest the other party has any strange abilities to discover him...
Now, if you use money and sleeping pills to find prey in an ordinary way, you'll be fine, right?
Although he thought so, he still felt somewhat insecure.
So he quickly changed his clothes and prepared to deliver the last "lamb" he lacked as soon as possible.
But just when he took off his pajamas and was about to change into clothes, he suddenly felt a little cold. Turning my head suddenly, I saw that the window had opened at some point. I was shocked. I turned my head instantly and saw on my bedside, next to the lamb. I don’t know when there was another person wearing a black raincoat with large stains on it. There was blood on his face, but he was wearing a funny cartoon sheep mask.
"hello……"
He smiled: "My abdominal muscles have been trained well..."
The air seemed to become extremely cold, almost freezing his whole body as he breathed into his trachea.
Suddenly an unknown cry came out of his throat, and he was knocked to the ground before he could resist. Looking at the sheep-faced mask getting closer and closer to him, his heart was filled with fear, and he suddenly shouted loudly. cried: "Who are you?"
"Why do you want to kill me?"
"I...I have never done anything, and I have never offended anyone. Please let me know clearly..."
"..."
The man wearing the sheep mask was startled for a moment and moved slightly slowly.
He became hopeful and shouted desperately: "Even this woman is voluntary..."
The man wearing the sheep face mask spoke with a gentle voice: "There seems to be no evidence for what I did to you, so..."
"There will be no survivors this time..."
…
…
On the street at midnight, there was a school bus driver with a tough look on his face, stepping on the accelerator and racing forward. Behind him, 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 all trembling with fear.
They are afraid of the suddenly crazy driver, crowded at the back of the school bus, meekly rushing towards an unknown fate.
"once."
"Once is enough!"
The crazy driver thought to himself: "I will fight to the death for this job, escape 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 sickle appearing under two rows of street lights in front of him.
Facing the school bus rushing past, he slowly raised his head, and it turned out to be a sheep's face.
"It's that monster..."
The school bus driver screamed at the top of his lungs, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and crashed into the school bus without slowing down.
The next moment, the children huddled up behind the car suddenly saw a huge bloody sickle cutting 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. He opened the window and sat in the driver's seat to help slow down the car.
The children behind him screamed in fear and huddled together.
The man in the sheep mask turned his head in a friendly manner, covered in blood, and slowly extended his index finger to his lips:
"Shh..."
"Be good..."
"..."
"..."
On this night when it started to rain lightly, there were still many outside hunters in action.
Even though they vaguely guessed that someone was watching them because of the overwhelming reports, they still did not dare to disobey the mysterious instructions, walked in the dark with a sense of luck, defined some people as "lambs", and prepared to send them to altar……
But equally, there are those who walk in the deeper shadows, hunting the hunters.
Fear is spreading, and the smell of blood permeates the rain.
Hunting and being hunted, in just one night, there were countless reversals and surprises.
The smell of blood seems to be spreading along with the moisture brought by the drizzle.
I don’t know how many people were suddenly awakened in such a night and looked at the rain-filled streets.
Finally, the siren of a police car from the security hall suddenly broke the silent night.
Countless police officers rushed to various places in the city under the urgent calls to the police.
Then, they saw someone wearing pajamas hanging out of the hotel window, someone being nailed to a street lamp, someone having their limbs cut off, leaving only a tongue shouting "Devil, devil", and someone with a finger on his neck. He was put in a collar and locked in a cage. Facing an old man with empty eyes outside the cage, he kept shouting: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
They rescued a frightened child in the school bus, and rescued a waitress who was pretended to be knocked unconscious and put in a sack. When they finally rescued a girl huddled in a hotel room, hesitant and helpless, she was collapsing. He cried loudly: "Devil..."
"I saw the devil..."
"That's a sheep-faced demon, and he's holding a long red sickle..."
"Why did I survive..."
"I don't know either. He slapped my face awake and asked 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 a person with a sense of justice should do, why do I need to say thank you?"
When he saw the lights of the guard hall wandering through the rainy streets of Scrap Iron City, Wei Wei squatted on the eaves and smiled happily.
I haven't been this happy for a long time.
I just like this feeling of stopping crime and doing good deeds without leaving a name.
What a pleasure...
Maybe this is... the pleasure of justice?
The beating heartbeats all around were like lines intertwining in this city shrouded in drizzle, pointing out the direction for me. As long as I followed it, I could see a plump bird. A little devil with horns and bared teeth...
The closer you get, the more you can hear their heartbeats, their panic, and even the mistakes they made in the past.
A happy laugh suddenly burst out from under the sheep-faced mask, and he rushed along the straight walls toward the wet street.
If the previous "artwork" has caused fear to these people, then tonight, it will deepen their fear.
Let them first experience this kind of trembling that belongs to the lamb every time they want to look for the lamb in the middle of the night...
As for the strange words that the flesh-and-blood consciousness said to me in a rage at the sacrifice site last time, as well as the crazy murmurs that I heard countless times in my dreams, and the ticking of the clock that entered my trance dream several times, all seemed to indicate this. This thing is not as simple as imagined, and it is even inextricably related to myself, but what does it matter?
The lamb can't be the only one who's afraid...
When he was thinking this, the corners of his mouth opened uncontrollably, and he followed the sound of his heartbeat through the night.
Captain Ouyang is right.
This kind of listening to the voice of fear does not seem like an ordinary ability...
More like a beacon that leads the way...
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