Here Lies The Wicked

“Shh, shh, shh, shh! ”

It's the butcher's voice.

This time it is no longer a vain distant place, but right in front of the square.

Hearing Zhang butcher's voice again, Fang Zheng's mind must be right. For now, let go of the question of the exit and hold your breath quietly.

The boat is still moving slowly under its feet, with the hull shaking slightly from time to time.

In a dense foggy world where you can't reach your fingers, everything is quiet and horrible, like the silence and shadow of passing through the cemetery alone at night, giving you a sense of depression like a big stone in your heart.

Fang is looking at the scene in front of the bandit, is this the shadow?

At this time, from the very low visibility of the fog, we hear some strange noises, which seem to be the fine whispers of many people.

And hissing, hissing weirdly lightly.

It's like flesh tearing, like scratching bones, making people feel slightly numb.

Suddenly!

Square corner in the water beneath the boat, glancing at a dark shadow, as if... a large group of dark women with long hair?

Square breathing for a lag.

Sometimes strange things happen along the way, but it's good to be safe until the fog around you starts to fade away, but you're stunned and there's a city in front of you.

But it's a black and white world, and it's quiet and quiet.

It was not until a bridge across the river appeared in front of Fangzheng that he realized that it was the Tongjiang Bridge!

In front of this black and white city, Heron is the city!

He then discovered that he was standing on a small boat, and that the man who stood up was Mr. Fook on the bow.

At the same time, there is a green leather lantern on the bow that emits a blurry glow and pierces the fog in front.

When the hull landed, Mr. Fook raised the green leather lantern on the bow, and the butcher Zhang was behind, the two entered the strange black and white city directly.

Fang was not in time to ask the question and hastily followed.

On the way, Fang wanted to ask the serious doubts of his mind several times, but he did not know whether there were any taboos on walking in the shadows. He could only hold the doubts and follow Mr. Fu and Zhang Butcher closely.

This strange city, dead and silent, is simply an empty city.

Three people walked an hour in a row, didn't even see a single person, let alone a human being, the street was empty and there was no car.

It's like an empty shell in a city.

Just shells, no flesh.

In such a strange black-and-white city, it is not known whether Mr. Fu, who leads the way, walks with purpose or without purpose. But looking up at Mr. Eyeford's soul lights, he was just thinking.

Instead of Mr. Fook leading the way...

How about a soul light to guide the way ahead?

Eventually, the soul lights led the three of them to a hospital morgue.

Fang Zhengyi.

In the morgue, besides the body, it's the body cabinet. It doesn't seem to hold anyone, does it? It's just that this thought just appeared. Fang Zheng's eyes looked at a row of corpse cabinets in the morgue...

Seems to verify the correct assumptions of the party, Mr. Fook and Mr. Zhang Butcher, have begun to find a body cabinet.

It's just that the cadavers are empty and there are no bodies.

Fang Zheng also began to help find it.

One time, the dark, depressing black and white world of the morgue, only the corpse cabinet's pulling sound, suddenly!

Boom!

The noise of the body cabinet being pulled out and pushed back almost instantly immediately attracted the attention of Mr. Fook and Mr. Zhang.

Turn around and look straight.

Instead of talking, he extended his finger to the body cabinet in front of him.

Subsequently, at the behest of Mr. Fook, the three men tacitly walked out of the morgue with caution.

It's getting more confusing at this time.

Weren't they on this trip to find the fourth girl who disappeared? Now that they've found someone, they're lying in the morgue. Why didn't they save people?

When Fang was opening his eyes again and looking back at the angry colored world around him, he couldn't wait to ask a full question, but at this moment, Fang was suddenly stunned...

He stood where he was, following where he was before the shadow, not moving a single step, but still standing where he was.

At this point, the square corner glanced at the wall wall clock.

Time 22: 57.

It is clear to Fang that it is not past eleven o'clock in the evening before leaving the shadows.

But a few hours have passed... before and after a few minutes?

Fang had a full question to ask Zhang Butcher, but Zhang Butcher happened to hold the phone, it seemed to be contacting someone. Fang heard Zhang Butcher mention the morgue, the body cabinet and other words.

Fang was going to find Mr. Fook, but Mr. Fook took the green leather lantern and went to the second floor.

When the butcher Zhang had just finished the call, Fang couldn't wait to ask: “Is the black and white market real? ”

“What is the truth? ”

“And why don't we go save the missing fourth girl? ”

Face to face, Zhang Butcher said calmly: “What you really want to ask is, does that world look like a parallel space in a movie? Positive space? Same space? ”

“Or more directly, is it the shady world of ancient folklore? ”

There is no rebuttal.

This indicates default.

Zhang Butcher: “I told you a long time ago, what shadows, the land, is just an ancient feudal superstition. The fog world, the city world you saw not so long ago, is not a facade at all. What you've been through, what you've seen, is just the memories of the three girls who were killed. ”

“The soul lights, by virtue of the bitterness of the dead, gave you a brief glimpse of some of their memories of life. Did you see a shadow of hair in a foggy world? Did you hear any strange noises? ”

Square frowned, but nodded.

Zhang Butcher: “Think again, how did these three girls die? ”

“Isn't it the experience of a foggy world where one is scared to death, one is suffocated by the hair in his body, and one is scratched to death by his own face? ”

“It's actually easy to understand, mainly through the grievances of the dead, like a hound, to trace us to the location of the Evil Mirror Spirit. It's not as subtle as folklore, what walks through the land, asking about life and death, entering heaven and earth, everything. ”

“You can think of walking into a person's spiritual world, but psychologists enter the spiritual world of the living, and walking into the spiritual world of the dead. ”

“If you still don't believe me, you can look at the time. It looks like a few hours have passed, but the outside world is only a minute away. Nanko dreams, Nanko dreams, that's years of dreams, minutes of reality. ”

Fang doesn't need to look at time. In fact, he already believes in seven or eight points.

“What exactly are you and Mr. Fook's real identities? ”

“Why do you know so much about this? ”

Fang looked straight at the butcher Zhang.