Crimson Comes

"..."

In the Devil's Trading Field, the good guy Wei Wei walked quickly on the street, while his face became more and more calm.

He casually took off the black raincoat that the other party hung there from a booth.When I passed by an ordinary stall, I bought a Pleasant Goat mask for five yuan.Then, when passing a stall selling farm tools, I picked up a sharp sickle.

Finally, he walked to the edge of the market, and saw a fierce-looking man with bullets and a submachine gun on his back. He stopped his motorcycle cursingly, walked towards the trading floor, and cursed loudly: "Where did it come from?" killed?"

"Damn it, anyone else dares to come to the trading ground to make trouble?"

"..."

Wei Wei brushed past him and nodded with a smile.

Then he suddenly jumped on his motorcycle, gasped hard, and drove off into the distance.

What Captain Ouyang said before is indeed true. If you park casually here, it may be stolen.

There was the whistling of bullets and yelling of curses behind him.

so pleasing to the ear...

As the motorcycle sped forward, the distance from the scrap iron city was getting closer and closer, and sure enough, there was a new heartbeat sounding in his ears.

And, more and more...

Chapter 88 A Good Man with a Sense of Justice

In the scrap iron city, a dark alley.

The street was drizzled and deserted. The windows of the houses on both sides had their curtains tightly drawn, and the light from the street lamps was dim and cold. Except for the rats that were quietly flipping the garbage in the garbage, the surrounding area was extremely quiet, and there was no movement that represented a threat.

Some people came in and out, observed several times, and finally determined that no one should be staring at him.

It's all to blame for that damned "Black Robe Butcher", that lunatic has now become the shadow cast over the hearts of the entire Iron City.

Obviously that was just a person, and his whereabouts and identity were also secrets. It was very unlikely that he would be encountered in such a large scrap iron city, but for some reason, he felt a little flustered. In a certain corner, the heart always shrinks subconsciously, as if that guy is hiding in the shadows, and will rush towards him the next moment...

"It's okay, it's okay..."

He comforted himself in his heart, but the fear in his heart was causing trouble...

Scrap Iron City is so big, and my actions are agile enough, and my attitude is cautious enough...

How could she meet him by such a coincidence?

Stuffing the sacks into the trunk, someone seemed to wake up in one of the sacks, wriggling slightly, he immediately picked up the wrench next to it, and knocked hard on the head of the sack, immediately there was no movement inside the sack.

He hurriedly closed the trunk lid and looked around, only to see the surroundings were silent, only the street lamps standing quietly on both sides.

He finally felt relieved, silently lit a cigarette, and prepared to get into the jeep.

Then he turned around, his eyes froze in shock.

Right on the roof of his jeep, there was a stiff and strange face looking at him fixedly.

That face was pale and painted with strange colors.

He stumbled back a few steps before suddenly realizing that it was actually a mask, like some kind of sheep.

The man wore this mask on his face, a black raincoat on his body, and a sharp sickle in his hand. Under the two holes in the mask, the black and white eyes seemed to look at him with a smile, and said softly : "Hello, little villain..."

"Shh!"

At this moment, he only felt that fear was like a substance, and it flooded into his heart instantly.

While screaming, he desperately pulled his hand into his pocket, grabbed a black pistol and pointed it forward.

"laugh……"

The huge blood-colored sickle waved in front of him, and he felt a chill in his wrist, and even the gun in his palm fell to the ground.

He fell to his knees with a cry of pain, and reached for the pistol with his other hand.

The bloody sickle flashed, and his other hand fell to the ground.

He stomped on the ground with both feet and was about to rush into the distance, when he saw the bloody sickle flash by, and his legs suddenly lost their support.

He turned his head in horror, and saw blood all over his field of vision.

The captain said that he must keep himself alive.

Besides, these outlying hunters may have secrets hidden in them, and they need to be interrogated...

...So, it is enough to leave a tongue.

……

……

On the nineteenth floor, in a high-end hotel, a man in pajamas poured out spiked coffee.

A person who can lie dormant for three years just to wait for a mysterious order is definitely not a reckless person.When he saw the newspaper, he had already determined that there was more than one person hunting outside like himself. There should be many people found by the mysterious mentor three years ago.

It is even more certain that now, an extremely powerful and extremely crazy person has been eyeing these people.

That is a person who has enough strength to kill the entire sacrificial site.

I can't be careless, and I can't underestimate such a monster. Therefore, although he also knows that he must follow the mysterious instructions and prepare the "lamb", he can no longer use the power of the devil, lest the other party have some strange ability to find him...

Now, I use money and sleeping pills to find prey in the way of ordinary people, is it all right?

Even though he thought so, he still felt somewhat insecure.

So he quickly changed into his clothes and prepared to send the last "lamb" he lacked as soon as possible.

But just when he took off his pajamas and was about to change into his clothes, he suddenly felt a little cold.Turning his head suddenly, he saw that the window had opened at some point. He was startled, and turned his head instantly, and saw that on the head of his bed, next to the lamb, there was another one wearing a black raincoat with large stains on it. Bloodstained man with a funny cartoon sheep mask on his face.

"hello……"

He smiled: "The abdominal muscles are well trained..."

The air seemed to become extremely cold, and as the breath entered the trachea, he almost froze his whole body.

A cry of unknown meaning suddenly came out of his throat, and he was knocked down before he could resist. Looking at the sheep-face mask that was getting closer and closer to him, his heart was filled with fear, and he suddenly shouted cried out: "Who are you?"

"Why are you killing me?"

"I... I have never done anything, I have never offended anyone, you let me know..."

"..."

The person wearing the sheep face mask froze for a moment, and his movements were slightly slow.

He raised his hopes and shouted desperately: "Even this woman is voluntary..."

The person wearing the sheep face mask spoke with a gentle voice: "I seem to have no evidence for what I did to you, so..."

"This time I won't leave anything alive..."

……

……

On the street at midnight, there is a driver of a school bus with a tough face, stepping on the gas pedal and speeding forward.In the back, the teacher on duty had already been knocked out by him, and the children in the car, whose average age was less than 15 years old, were already trembling with fear.

They were afraid of the driver who suddenly went mad, crowded at the back of the school bus, and rushed to the unknown fate meekly.

"once."

"One time is enough!"

The crazy driver thought in his heart: "Fight this ticket with all my might, 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 under the two rows of street lights in front of him.

Facing the rushing school bus, he slowly raised his head, and it turned out to be a sheep face.

"It's that monster..."

The school bus driver yelled desperately, stepped on the accelerator hard, and slammed into it without slowing down.

The next moment, the children huddled together behind the car suddenly saw a huge bloody scythe cutting in from the front of the car, cutting the crazy driver in half, and a person wearing a sheep's face mask flew into the car window, sat in the driver's seat to help the car slow down.

The children behind him screamed in terror and huddled together.

The man with the sheep face mask turned his head friendly, covered in blood, and slowly stretched his index finger to his lips:

"Shh..."

"Be good..."

"..."

"..."

On this night when it was raining lightly, there were still many outside hunters moving.

Even though they vaguely guessed that someone was staring at them because of the overwhelming reports, they still didn't dare to disobey the mysterious instructions, walked in the dark with a fluke mentality, and defined some people as "lambs" and prepared to send them to the world. altar……

But likewise, 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, I don't know how many times of reversal and abruptness have been staged.

The smell of blood seemed to permeate with the humidity brought by the drizzle.

I don't know how many people were suddenly awakened in such a night, looking at the rainy street,

Finally, the siren of a police car from the Security Office suddenly broke the silent night.

Countless police officers rushed to various places in the city under the urging call to the police.

Then they saw someone in pajamas hanging from a hotel window, someone nailed to a street lamp, someone had his limbs cut off with only a tongue yelling "devil, devil", and someone had a knife on his neck. The quilt was covered with 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 terrified child on a school bus, a hostess who was put in a sack pretending to be knocked unconscious, and when they finally rescued a girl huddled in a hotel room, wandering and helpless, she was collapsing crying loudly: "The devil..."

"I saw the devil..."

"That's a sheep-faced demon, he's holding a long red sickle..."

"Why did I survive..."

"I don't know, he slapped my face awake and told me to call the police..."

"I saw him hang my darling outside the window, and he turned his head and smiled at me, saying you're welcome..."

"..."

"..."

"What should a person with a sense of justice do, why do you need to say thank you?"

When he saw the lights of the security hall walking in the rainy streets of the 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 the feeling of preventing crime and doing good deeds without leaving a name.

What a pleasure...

Probably this belongs to... the pleasure of justice?

The beating heartbeats around are like threads, intertwined in this city shrouded in drizzle, pointing out the direction for yourself, as long as you follow along, you can see a fat dog Yes, the horned, bared-toothed little devil...

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 came out from under the sheep-face mask, and he rushed towards the wet street along the straight wall.

If the previous "artwork" has caused fear to these people, then tonight will deepen their fear.

Let them feel the trembling of lambs every time they want to look for lambs in the middle of the night...

As for the strange words that the flesh and blood consciousness told me in fury at the sacrificial site last time, as well as the crazy ravings I heard countless times in my dreams, and the ticking of the clock that entered my trance dreams several times, it seems that this This matter is not as simple as imagined, and it is even inextricably related to me, but what does it matter?

The lamb cannot be the only one who is afraid...

When he thought of this in his heart, the corners of his mouth opened uncontrollably, and he traveled through the night following the sound of his heartbeat.

Captain Ouyang was right.

This kind of listening to the voice of fear really doesn't seem like an ordinary ability...

More like a guiding light...