Marvel, who rescued him? !

The lights haven't turned on in the city yet, and the setting sun has already dyed the horizon a layer of blood.

Apart from the gangsters gathered together on the road, there were only scattered people going home.

In the alley of the streets of Queens, Olari pulled out the needle on his arm, untied the rubber band, wiped the blood on his arm, yawned lazily, leaned against the wall dejectedly, and sat. There are syringes scattered all over the floor.

Recently he got a little money, which made him fall into a state of intoxication.

He tugged on the tattered gray T-shirt on his chest, sniffed, his eyes blurred, and excitedly took his cell phone and called his good brother.

"This is so crazy! Brother...I think I might have gone crazy yesterday, oh~yeah~but it was really great. You would never guess what I met...a prostitute walking at night."

"I pushed her to the ground and she cried and begged me, but this only made my sexual desire stronger and could not be eliminated...I gave her an injection...picked up the scissors on the ground and stuck them next to her face. …I don’t even remember how I got rid of my evil fire…”

"But that bitch's scream was really unpleasant. After I finished taking off the heat, I still scratched her face to teach her a lesson..."

Bang——

A muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground deep in the alley made Olari startled slightly.

He shook his slightly dizzy head, his eyes scanned the crowds of people coming and going in front of him, who were indifferent to him, and turned to look to the other side.

It was deep in the alley, dark and damp, blocked by high-rise buildings, and eerie like another world.

Who is where?

He stood up from the ground unsteadily, with a weird smile on his lips, stepped over the homeless man next to him, and staggered towards the depths of the alley.

"Some asshole kicked over a trash can and he seemed interested in my story...I guess he wanted to join in..."

Step after step, the noise of passing cars and footsteps in the street gradually disappeared, and the whole world gradually fell into silence.

The scattered garbage was covered with dust, the abandoned stone road was covered with moss, and only wooden doors that had never been opened were left on the walls with traces of dried blood on both sides.

Behind those strange-looking wooden doors, there seemed to be a soft creaking sound, and greedy eyes seemed to be exposed from the cracks.

"Hey~ come out now - I see you!"

After walking forward for a while, Olari stood about ten meters away from the corner and shouted loudly.

But there was no response, and Olari lost interest in moving forward.

"You bastard who grew up eating shit."

After shouting insults, he sniffed and was about to turn around and walk back when another strange noise came from the corner not far ahead, like the rapid breathing of a woman.

Whoosh!Whoosh!

It's just that the more I listen to this sound, the weirder it becomes. It's thick and thick, not like a human being but more like a beast.

The dark red corners are like a giant mouth that chooses to devour people, and its fangs are hidden in the moist and dark earth.

But Olari, who was high, didn't think much of it.

His nose twitched with excitement, his eyes were bloodshot, he lifted up his belt, with a lewd smile on his face, and walked deeper into the alley again.

"Woman~?"

There was an old broom covered with cobwebs in the left corner of the street, and next to it were several bulging black plastic bags.

The further forward, the colder it becomes, and in this coldness, Olari's originally excited thinking gradually begins to clear up, his vision is getting darker, his vision is getting wider, his heartbeat is unknowingly speeding up, and the steps under his feet are getting faster and faster. Coming slower and slower, he finally put down his phone and stopped in front of the corner of the alley.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The dark wind stimulated his body, and the dark alley made him feel strange. His tense spirit made him clearly hear his violently beating heart, as if it would jump out of his throat the next moment.

His pupils shrank, and he saw a figure behind the corner in front of him.

The unknown things were particularly frightening. The hairs on his body stood on end, and he fearfully approached the wall and listened quietly.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

In the eerily quiet alley, he seemed to hear the heartbeat of another person, very close at hand.

It is rumored that dozens of prostitutes were raped and murdered in this alley, but the murderer has never been caught. There are even legends of a female ghost seeking her life and the murderer committing another crime.

Could it be that? Did I meet you today?

Cold sweat slid down his cheeks, he swallowed, concentrated, and carefully observed the figure at his feet.

The figure was strong and motionless, and seemed to be clinging to the wall, quietly observing him.

As he regained consciousness, he began to notice all the unusual things.

When I turned around and looked back, the road I came from looked extremely far away, and the bright street looked like a crack as wide as a finger.

But...but...he obviously didn't leave for long...

The coldness of the alley eroded his body, and his originally hot body gradually turned cold. Several terrifying possibilities emerged in his mind unconsciously, and he continued to torture his heart like an inner demon.

Click!Click!Click!

There was another strange sound in my ears, like a wooden door being pushed or a railing being pulled.

Olari was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground and turned around quickly.

He stared at the figure on the ground and the corner with his eyes wide open, holding his breath, as if the next moment, someone would suddenly rush out of the corner, stab a dagger into his stomach, and then take out his heart.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Nothing seems to happen.

Olari's eyes widened and he stared at the black shadow on the ground, as if he could see the other party's pale and gloomy face.

I gotta get out of here, I gotta get out of here!

But his trembling feet seemed to have taken root. The sun slowly set, and everything around him became gray again.

In the dead silence, Olari even felt that something was quietly approaching him in the darkness.

His heartbeat gradually accelerated, and something seemed to be peeking at him from somewhere invisible.

Gritting his teeth, Olari clenched the mobile phone in his hand, which was the only weapon he could use. With determination, he suddenly leaned out from the wall and swung the mobile phone forward.

However, this determined blow was in vain.

There was no one behind the corner, and the shadow of the human figure beneath his feet was just the shadow of the ground being in disrepair and falling into disrepair.

Olari covered his chest and was even a little unsteady in holding the phone.

It turns out...it turns out that I was scaring myself...

It turns out that it was all hallucinations caused by taking too much...

Holding on to the wall, taking a step forward and scanning the empty alley in front of him, Olari sneered.

The bitch who grew up eating shit still wants to scare me?

call--

Olari, who relaxed again, felt light all over, sniffed, and shook his head helplessly.

The surrounding air became colder and colder, and Olari couldn't help but shiver after he relaxed.

But at this moment... a pale right hand with red nail polish clasped on his shoulder.

A cold voice came from behind:

"Am I... pretty?"