Weird Regulator

November 19, 2015, 3:57 am.

Dongling Road, old town, vegetable market.

There was blood flowing in the gaps between the black floor tiles, washing away the original color over and over again.

The extremely fishy smell emanated from around the fish shop and carried far away in the wind.

Snowflakes were falling from the sky, it was another gloomy day.

The sky has not yet brightened, and there is only a faint residual light. The man in the leather apron is killing the fourth fish.

The knife with a rusty handle was firmly held in the man's hand. As the knife flashed, silver fish scales splashed on his apron and the ground.

The dead fish's eyes widened as he witnessed the tragic scene of his skin and bones being ripped off before the morning light came.

The man's hair is gray and long, and his bangs cover his left eye. He is a bit handsome, but he is older, with wrinkles etched on his face. The cigarette in his mouth drops ashes from time to time as he swings the knife.

A pair of eyes looked at the dead fish that had been cut into two pieces indifferently, and there was nothing else.

"Bang bang bang!"

It took him three minutes to scrape the scales and guts of the fourth fish, cut it into fillets, and pour it into a big red plastic bucket.

After being kicked with his boots, the man shouted without looking back:

"Second son, put it on the table and change the bucket."

"Yes, master."

The young man called Erzi was full of energy in the early morning. He ran quickly from the back hall, took the plastic bucket away, and put back a big blue plastic bucket.

He did not walk away with his hands empty, and his eyes fell on the figure at the entrance of the fish shop.

This man has a very strange appearance. He is wearing a black trench coat, with waist-length black hair. He wears a mask and uses a cane. It is very inconvenient for him to move.

He kept smoking at the door and stared at the fish-killing master. There were already more than ten cigarette butts under his feet, but he did not speak or leave.

He had asked about it half an hour ago, but had not received an answer, so he felt even more strange and spoke.

"Sir, what are you..."

"boom!"

The fish-killing man slashed the knife into the fish plate hard, and finally finished smoking the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and the long ash fell into the plastic bucket he had just brought.

"Second son, we won't do business today. Let's take a look. I'm going out to do something."

The man was resolute when it came to speaking and doing things, and it didn't matter that the second son had already pulled off the leather apron before he could react.

He kicked the plastic bucket outside back into the shop, threw his gloves on the chopping board, grabbed the cell phone next to him, and walked out.

Er Zi was still dazed. He looked at the back of his master as he left, and then saw the long-haired man, also on crutches, following closely behind him.

He couldn't help but scratch his head and murmured:

"Master is going to the bar again... Is it earlier to go now?"

…

The man wearing only a gray shirt walked in front, as if he was deliberately waiting for the long-haired man behind him, so he walked slowly.

Through the streets and alleys, in the wind and snow, the two walked one behind the other for more than half an hour.

The sky is also bright.

Finally, after many twists and turns, the man walked into a bar.

The long-haired man stopped and looked at the sign of this bar. It was called "Demon", which translated as "Demon".

The location of Devil's Bar is very remote, and the entrance looks very shabby, with only a small door.

There is also a rolling shutter door, which blocks half of the small door, as if it does not want to be opened to the outside world. Just looking at the facade, you can tell that it is old.

The long-haired man shook his head slightly, and then walked in.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a long straight road, which is extremely dark. The dozens of meters long road is only illuminated by a wall lamp in the middle part.

Of course, you won't get lost on this path.

And when he entered the depths, the long-haired man finally realized that there was something special about this place.

He also understood why the man who killed the fish brought him here.

A bar, of course, has to have music.

The music played here is a song from an album by a very niche foreign band, the Devil Band.

It's called "The Lost Hell."

Naturally, this song was not heard by the long-haired man, but was written on the big screen when he entered the bar.

"heavy metal music……"

Yes, the theme of this bar is heavy metal. After walking down the long road, there is an extremely huge open hall.

The main color is dark red, paired with depressing black. There are almost no lights, but there are really a lot of people.

Even though it was early in the morning, there were still hundreds of people gathered here.

Everyone gathered around a high platform in the center of the bar. The square platform of more than ten square meters looked like an octagonal cage.

A coquettish woman, releasing her white body that glows in the dark, lies in an octagonal cage covered with red petals.

It's like he's dead, but not dead yet.

She stared closely at a sculpture above the octagonal cage, which was a black skull.

But it's not a human head. It looks extremely weird in shape. Combined with the color tone and melancholy darkness of the place, it really looks as weird as the head of a demon.

"Roar!!!!"

As the song "The Lost Hell" reached its climax, the hoarse and roaring voice of the man in the song came out, and the atmosphere in the entire bar reached its highest point.

In the most eye-catching octagonal cage, the woman's clothing was not enough for a tablecloth, and she once again tore off a third of it.

The devil's head suddenly fell downwards and hit the chest of the woman lying flat in the cage.

A large number of red petals were shaken from the bottom of the cage, and the devil's head returned to its original position.

The trembling of the mechanism, the painful moans of the women, the violent music, and the roars of the men in the stands were all like blood-red petals flying.

The long-haired man's brows furrowed and his heart beat wildly. All this was too similar to the haunted house situation he had experienced before.

"Why is this atmosphere so powerful that it can interfere with my emotions..."

"Does it sound good?"

When the long-haired man stopped to watch, the man who killed the fish took the initiative to walk up to him with two glasses of wine in his hand and asked hoarsely.

"Not nice."

"I don't think it sounds good either."

"Then you still come every day?"

"I'm here for a purpose, just like you."

The man who killed the fish sat at the farthest seat from the stands, taking a sip from his wine glass. The craziness around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. He was just a spectator and was not affected in any way.

"Your name is Ji Li, right?"

The long-haired man sat side by side with him only separated by a table, and nodded slowly.

"Why are the famous Gao Yan and Captain Gao so depressed that they kill fish?"

Ji Li's words made Gao Yan, a former legend of the police force and the criminal investigation captain fifteen years ago, look a little lonely.

The suffocation of the past fifteen years seemed to have finally been exhaled from his mouth, and Gao Yan drank the wine in one gulp.

Then he turned his head to look at Ji Li and gently lifted the long bangs blocking his left eye with his hand.

There was a hint of sorrow over time on his slightly aged face, and his left eye, which was covered by gray hair, was fully exposed.

His left eye is gone.

But it’s not that he’s blind, he’s not dug up, he’s not injured, he’s...

Too long!