Marvel, who rescued him? !

The dummy will not directly attack you, but more often will use careful thinking to the extreme.

For example, it's just you passing by in a hurry on the road, heading towards home.

While on the phone, I was discussing the plot of the movie with my friends.

At the same time, you pass by a passerby without any care and continue walking forward.

But after taking a few steps, the other person's appearance suddenly becomes clear in your mind.

Because you find that whether it is the other person's dull eyes, uncoordinated nose and mouth, or the other person's weird expression and stiff body movements, they all have a sense of distortion that does not belong to human beings.

These details that you recalled accidentally made you freeze in place, your pupils shaking.

Your friend's concerned and eager greeting came from the phone:

"Idiot! Why didn't you say anything! Are you dead?!"

You didn't answer because you didn't know if it was an illusion just now, and you wanted to look back.

Zizzi——chi——

Listen carefully...

There is a strange sound coming from behind you, followed by your footsteps softly, and a grinding sound like grinding teeth can be heard in your ears.

The voice was close at hand.

Cold sweat fell from the top of your head unconsciously, and in an instant, goosebumps appeared all over your body.

What the hell? !

Swallowing, you tried to calm your rapid heartbeat, but you felt helpless.

The slight shivers on your body are not because you are excited, but because you are afraid.

A voice tempts you in your ears...

Let’s take a look back~~~

Take a quick look~~

That’s a ghost~! A ghost we have never seen before~!

If you don’t take a look at this, you will definitely regret it in the future! Because we will never have the chance to meet again~

If I were you, I would look back long ago!

In the sound of temptation, you turned your neck little by little.

But you suddenly recall that you haven’t smoked the diamonds you saved for a week, you haven’t read the latest chapter of your novel, you haven’t torn up the homework assigned by your teacher, and you haven’t deleted the browsing history on your phone.

Your faith defeated your fear. With a reason to live, you turned around and ran away, your feet falling very fast.

dong dong dong-

The heavy footsteps followed you suddenly.

He calls your name in the most evil voice in your ear:

"…………"

Frightened, you couldn't help but turn your head and look behind you with your peripheral vision.

Then you saw your head teacher reaching out with a cruel smile and grabbing your phone.

Yes, this is the horror of pseudo-human beings.

Finally, when you go home at night, you cover yourself in the quilt and shiver.

You didn't dare to open your eyes at all, because you were afraid that once you opened your eyes, you would see the wrinkled face of the class teacher appearing under the quilt.

Is it scary? Just scary.

……

This is the horror of fake people, and New York City is particularly miserable because it is the area where fake people cases occur most frequently.

In the reported cases, the dummy who was shot would disappear directly, but the fear was rooted in the heart of the victim.

My mental endurance was so poor that several people were frightened to death.

This is even more frightening to them than the cracked girl incident, because these fake people not only climb into windows but also knock on doors.

They will imitate all human behaviors in their own weird ways.

He will imitate the voices of your parents and friends, call your name from behind, and then give you a big surprise when you turn around.

Until now, neither the SCP Foundation nor SHIELD has any good solutions for pseudo-humans.

After dealing with a lot of official business, it was already very late.

After looking at one of the photos with Taylor giving a thumbs up, Nick covered his head with a headache, sighed, and decided to deal with the rest tomorrow.

He took the elevator to the SHIELD parking area, opened the door and got into the jeep he bought with public funds.

It was getting late, and there was no one on the road. Only dim street lights illuminated his way.

Driving a jeep and wearing sunglasses, Nick drove wildly on the night road and soon arrived at his current secret resting place.

For safety's sake, Nick chose to park his car in the underground parking lot of the supermarket next to the rest area, and then walked to a temporary safe address.

In the middle of the night, the cold wind blew against his cheeks, and the cool air flowed like a pair of cold hands, spreading against his smooth scalp.

Plastic bags clattered in trash cans on the roadside.

There was a strange sound as the waste paper rubbed against the ground.

Under the dim light, the ropes floating in the air looked like the tentacles of Cthulhu, and the branches on the roadside looked like swaying ghost hands.

As the king of secret agents, Nick, who was wearing sunglasses, quickly noticed something strange.

But he remained calm, just narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully observed the movements around him.

The pace of his feet neither speeded up nor slowed down.

The first thought that came to his mind was that Hydra was coming and they wanted to kill him.

Second thought, it’s over! Maybe the National Taxation Bureau is here! !

Fortunately, none of them...

It was just something unusual, and he was so frightened that he was ready to run away with the bucket.

On the street not far ahead, a strange figure tilted his head, opened his mouth wide, and stared straight ahead without blinking.

Pseudoman?

Putting his palms on his waist, Nick continued to walk forward, carefully observing the appearance of the dummy.

Only when you get close can you roughly see this ghost thing.

From a distance, it seemed that the height of an ordinary person was only about 1.8 meters. When I got closer, I realized that the dummy was squatting on the ground.

His legs are thin and long, like two hemp poles, and have two knees, weird like an arthropod.

The three legs were folded together to make him look normal.

But with his head tilted, he was staring straight ahead at an empty place.

When he walked in front of the other party, the other party still didn't take any action, which made Nick a little confused as to what was going on.

After a slight hesitation, Nick tightened his grip on the pistol at his waist and decided to ask if he didn't understand.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

Hearing the sound, the dummy trembled all over.

He widened his eyes and stared at the big white teeth that appeared out of thin air.

"Ah--" Opening his mouth wide, the dummy let out one of the two things he was best at, which was a scream of fear.

The expression on his face also changed rapidly, from dull to frightened.

God knows why you would see such an expression on a dummy's face.

Anyway, Nick, who was touching the gun, watched dumbly as the dummy stood up with a horrified look on his face and ran towards the distance with his long legs.

Nick:…

"Mazefak!!!"

Nick yelled angrily, quickly raised his hand, and pulled out the pistol from his waist.

An American-style Iai, he emptied his magazine at the figure of the dummy without hesitation.

Isn’t this fake man riding a horse racist?