"Who is that? He looks familiar. Is he one of the passengers on the bus? " The drunkard had just said that the streets were safer than the houses, but before he finished, something strange happened on the road. He suspected that there was a pair of eyes watching him from a place that he could not see, and his every move was being watched.
"Is he waving at me? The fog is so thick that I can't see his face, and he shouldn't be able to see my face either. In a situation like this, a normal person wouldn't actively greet someone. "
People were forced to do so. After the scary experience earlier, the drunkard had obviously become smarter, and he had started to think from a different perspective.
The silhouette of the person in the fog slowly became clearer, and the person seemed to be walking toward him.
"No, I need to stay away from him."
The drunkard could feel the person picking up speed, but he did not dare answer and turned to run.
"If he's a human, he should have opened his mouth to speak, but he's just waving without saying a word. There's something wrong with him."
The road was not safe either. The drunkard's heart was filled with despair, and he did not know where to go.
"The most important thing now is to meet up with the other passengers. If I'm alone, I'll be toyed to death sooner or later." The drunkard ran for a while, but he did not see the bus. The more he ran, the more guilty he became. "Oh no, I'm completely lost. The buildings around here all look the same, and the bus is my only point of reference."
In the fog behind him, he could see a blurry figure. The person who had waved at him earlier was still following him, maintaining a distance from him.
"Damn it, what is this thing now? Why is it following me? "The drunkard picked up his speed and ran to the next junction.
The bus was still nowhere to be seen. Just as the drunkard was hesitating on which road to take, he suddenly realized that the silhouette of a person had appeared on the other side of the road, and someone was waving at him!
"How did that thing get ahead of me? He should be far away from me! "
Despair crawled up his heart like thorns. The drunkard did not know what to do. It felt like no matter where he went, he would run into that person.
"What should I do?" His thirty years of life experience could not help him at that moment. The person on the other side of the road was still waving at him. The blurry silhouette and swaying arms looked like the pendulum of death.
"Even if I escape to another street, this monster will still follow me. There's no other way. I'll fight it!"
The drunkard gritted his teeth and gripped the cleaver he had brought from the kitchen of the kennel.
He had never killed a chicken in his life, but at this moment, a cruel idea appeared in his mind.
"Calm down, don't be afraid!" If one stayed in the blood fog for too long, one would be affected by it, but the drunkard himself did not realize that. The corners of his eyes were bloodshot, like he had stayed up for a long time. This was completely different from when he first got on the bus.
Since it was his first time, the drunkard's heart raced. He gripped the cleaver with both hands and used an awkward posture to walk down the road.
The silhouette was still waving at him, and the closer he got, the clearer the drunkard could see it.
"He looks so familiar. I think I've seen him somewhere before. Is he also a passenger on the bus?"
The drunkard walked to the middle of the road and yelled at the man, "Hey! What's your name? "
There was no response. The man's wave became smaller, but he suddenly walked toward him.
In the blood red city, on an empty road, the two got closer and closer.
As the man got closer, that familiar feeling appeared in the drunkard's heart again.
"This is too similar. I must have seen him somewhere before."
The blood fog thickened. The drunkard gripped the cleaver tightly. He moved his feet and finally walked through the fog to stand before the man.
The man was covered in blood, and his stomach was soaked. There was an obvious black line at the place where his legs and upper body were connected. It felt like his body had been separated and had been reattached by someone.
Seeing the man's appearance, the drunkard wanted to retreat. He felt very scared, but the man gave him a strange sense of familiarity. He had to have seen this man somewhere before.
"Who are you?"
His mind was blank. The drunkard had no idea why the mirror would ask that question. His hand that held the cleaver kept shaking.
"This road is split into two, one for the living and the other for the dead." The strange man slowly raised his head. Under the messy hair was a face that looked exactly like the drunkard's. The eyes that were filled with venom and fear bulged outward. His body seemed to be supported by bones, and he leaped at the drunkard. His lips tore open, and a shrill voice that was completely different from the drunkard's came out from his throat. "I am you! The one who will die a horrible death! "
When he saw that the monster looked like him, the drunkard's mental defense crumbled. He did not even have the intention to resist. He grabbed the cleaver and turned to run.
This time, he did not even have the time to tell the direction. He felt like every nerve in his body was about to snap, and he used all his energy to run in a certain direction.
He did not know where the destination was, and he did not know where the safest place was. He just ran as fast as he could.
His whole body was sore, and his lungs burned like they were being burned. The world in his eyes slowly faded, and the drunkard felt like he could not breathe anymore.
"I can't run anymore …"
This was a completely hopeless world. The only choice for the living here was to enter different buildings and choose different ways of dying.
"No one can survive here. Everyone will die, everyone will die …"
His consciousness blurred, and the drunkard used his last breath to run into the building closest to him.
The main color scheme was white. This appeared to be the only private hospital in Li Wan City. It was not big, and it was just a small three-story building.
…
"Daddy …"
"Shut up." The middle-aged man gasped for air. He hid inside the safety corridor and kept glancing out.
Several minutes later, he did not hear any footsteps, so he leaned against the wall and slowly slumped to the ground. "Earlier, I've seen disobedient passengers being sent into a door by the people inside the ghost apartment. Behind the door is like this place, filled with blood fog. This is not a place for the living. It's all that man's fault! If there's a chance, I'll make sure to kill him! "
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Looking at the woman and the boy around him, he kicked the woman's leg. "Ever since I married a mute like you, I haven't had a good day!"
The woman groaned like she was afraid of the man. She held her leg and took a step back, but she still stood in front of the boy to protect him.
"Daddy …"
"Don't f * cking call me that. You sound like a debt collector." The middle-aged man looked around, and his expression was not so good. "I was too busy running for my life earlier. How did I end up running into a hospital? This is an unlucky place. After the monster leaves, we need to leave as soon as possible. "
"Daddy …" Even though he was being annoyed, the boy kept calling his father.
After being called several times, the middle-aged man finally realized that something was wrong. Normally, when he was angry, the boy would admit his mistake or be too scared to say anything.
"What's your name?"
"Earlier, there was a little brother who stuck a piece of paper on your back." The boy pointed at the middle-aged man's back.
"On my back?!" The middle-aged man's hair stood on end. He reached behind him and pulled off a patient's record.
The front of the record said that the patient was dead, and the back of the record said, "Come and find me?"
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