Marvel, who rescued him? !

The questioning ended and George took Bill's painting away.

Although the painting is sloppy and crude, looking at it... there is a strange feeling that makes people have nightmares at night. The corners of the cracked mouth have unknown magic power, and a pair of fox eyes seem to be staring at you through the paper.

When he returned to the car and saw the drawing paper, Harry shuddered and quickly placed the record book on the car console. He covered his head in pain and wailed;

"It's over, it's over, I'm going to have another nightmare tonight."

George sneered and started the police car.

"Are you sure we still have a chance to sleep tonight?"

"Oh God! If you think I'm at fault, please come down and kill me with a knife yourself! Instead of letting that Bichi torture me here!"

Glancing at Harry's small eyes full of dark circles, George shook his head helplessly, raised his wrist and looked at the time.

It is now two o'clock in the afternoon.

Time is ticking forward, and dusk is approaching second by second.

Leaning his head on the back seat, George wanted to sleep, but he didn't dare to sleep. He wanted to do something before dusk came. He wanted to prevent everything from happening, but there was nothing he could do. In addition to watching more and more surveillance cameras, he also I can only grit my teeth and continue to persevere.

Since the appearance of the Rift Girl, the number of petty thefts at night has dropped rapidly. After get off work, people no longer have the interest to go to nightclubs to have fun. They rush home all the way, lock the door and hide under the quilt, shivering.

The girl with a cracked mouth has quickly become a traffic code. Not only New York, but all cities are paying attention to the follow-up of this social case.

Although the newspapers criticized the New York Police Department, everyone was looking forward to arresting the slit woman so that they would not have to live in fear every day.

With so many cases occurring around the temporary rest area, Gilder inevitably paid attention to this matter.

At first, he doubted whether it was a conspiracy by the Life Foundation to lure the tiger away from the mountain. However, after a little investigation, he was greatly disappointed. It turned out to be a simple serial murder case.

He had no interest in the dead green-skinned scoundrel, but he was very interested in the strange circumstances of the murderer.

"This slit girl is not that simple~ She can kill so many adults, her skills should be almost half of mine~"

Taylor blinked while lying in the instrument, conducting a radiographic examination.

"You are very interested in her? Do you think she is beautiful?"

Gilder gave an ugly smile with a hint of morbidity.

"Looking at the back, she is just a weak woman with a slim figure. If I could dissect her with my own hands and see her beautiful body structure, I would be more interested."

Lowering his head, looking at Taylor with a perverted expression on his face, he said:

"Ah~~I'm sorry, kid~I feel a little out of control when it comes to my hobbies. After all, I only have so much interest. You can understand~, right?"

"Also, little devil, if you die, I will also be interested in helping you dispose of your body. Don't worry~ I am a professional embalmer."

"Haha~ I really have to thank you, but don't worry, that day won't happen."

The instrument was turned on, the test was over, and Taylor came out wearing a hospital gown.

Several examinations including but not limited to blood draws, urine tests, MRI, CT, X-rays, etc. have been carried out, including several occult tests. After a busy afternoon, the tests are finally over.

Instead of wearing the tattered clothes that he had taken off before, he put on a pair of SHIELD agent's suit and trousers that Gilder had given him.

Putting the holy sword and the few remaining mints back into his pocket, Taylor smiled contentedly.

The suits and trousers that are the same as SHIELD, I heard that Nick cooperated with the clothing brand, and it also saved SHIELD a lot of money.

He put on a suit and uniform, with a sunny smile on his face.

Not to mention, the handsome Taylor looks more eye-catching. Apart from being a little green and thin, he looks more like an agent than Gilder.

Gilder was not wearing a white coat today. He was also dressed in a suit. He whistled and joked:

"Kid~ You're so good~ You're almost catching up with me."

Taylor didn't comment at all on Gilder's nonsense as he licked his face. He said with a friendly smile on his lips:

"To be honest, I am very interested in becoming an FBI. I still remember that it was the two FBI agents in your agency who saved me, especially the good old man who always had a friendly smile. He is simply my idol. This is the direction I want to follow, and when this incident is over, I would like to join you."

Gilder was stunned for a moment and sneered:

"Want to join us? Kid, are you still far behind?"

The two of them went downstairs one after another and walked towards the temporary rest area.

Glancing at the darkening sky, Gilder's heart moved and he asked jokingly:

"Kid~ tell me, is it possible for us to encounter a slit girl?"

Crack girl?

Taylor's heart skipped a beat.

Wouldn't it be so unlucky?

If he really encounters the Rift Girl, will the other party let him go because he is the one who summoned her?

"Don't raise the flag randomly. I don't want to be an old general on the stage. If we really encounter each other, will we die?"

Gilder had a sneer on his face. In his opinion, the Slit Girl was just that, an agile murderer who pretended to be a scary ghost.

"If she really dares to show up, then she can only blame this slit girl for her bad luck, because I cast a big net here and failed to catch the Life Foundation. So catching her is not in vain."

The lights on the street flickered on and off, and the further I walked, the more dull and depressing I felt.

It was as if the road ahead had been stretched away unknowingly, leaving only a strange sense of emptiness.

Taylor felt his breathing getting heavier and heavier, as if his lungs were being squeezed by an unknown force, making his breathing no longer smooth.

The pace of the two of them became slower and slower, and finally they stopped in place.

Taylor turned around, and Gilder's face behind him was gloomy and scary. He had already tried to contact the team members, but all the electronic instruments on his body had malfunctioned. They seemed to be in another world.

A gust of cold wind blew through the leaves, and the sudden drop in temperature made the two of them feel a biting chill.

No one spoke, and they were more alert to observe the surrounding environment.

Is this a human or a ghost? Yes, how could a woman kill so many people so easily? It turns out...

The sky turned gloomy in an instant, with the street lights flickering on and off in the distance, the shadows crawling on the ground, the blood-red eyes behind the windows, and the inexplicable drop in temperature.

The sound of rustling sounds came from all directions, and even the body felt numb and itchy, as if there was a hand climbing up the rock.

Holding his breath, terror began to spread. Taylor's mind uncontrollably recalled the most horrific things he had ever encountered, blood, body parts, homework, class teacher...

In the dead silence that was about to drown Taylor, a black shadow quietly appeared on the road ahead.

His eyes widened suddenly, but Taylor couldn't see the other person's face clearly at all.

But somewhere in the dark, a feeling creeps into my heart.

He originally thought that this sense of connection existed only in novels, but he didn't expect that the moment the cracked girl appeared, he actually felt it.

Opposite stood silently in a twisted posture, looking like a stain in the night, tightening the night sky and time with fear.

Will she know I exist?

Will she kill me?

Will she cut the corners of my mouth?

Will my smile still be sunny in the future?

A despair spread in my heart.

Taylor's legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and he wanted to turn around and run away immediately.

Thoughts were swirling, but Taylor didn't wait to think about it.

boom--

The streetlight exploded, and the whole world fell into darkness. A chill poured from the back of the head into the head. After a shiver, Gilder quickly turned around after realizing it.

But a pale face had already appeared in front of Taylor.

A trace of blood stained the brown coat. A pair of fox eyes stared at Taylor's frightened face, and then asked in a cold voice:

"Am I... pretty?"