The evil sacrifice that was deeply embedded in the brain marrow was hanging upside down, the bright red dripping slurry that was illuminated by the torch.

I occasionally see such color in nightmares. Since I can also see it in this man's eyes, he is tall, with a large skeleton but thin only with a skin. He is about forty years old, with curly hair, a face with protruding cheekbones, and his thin lips reveal a shameless, sarcastic, and even mean and vicious smile.

At the same time, there was a certain passion on his face, which was disproportionate, which was very inconsistent with his shameless smile and his sharp and self-satisfied gaze.

I don't know his life, but subconsciously make such judgments. He is like a psychiatrist who can perform a frontal lobe surgery, especially when he sees stains and blood spots on his white coat, and the uneven black teeth wrapped under his dry lips.

Everyone in the hall looked at these strange faces with malicious intentions. They all had a completely different expression from ordinary people. In addition to their appearance characteristics, I could not see any female image in those women who were traveling with me. I had a cold head like a dead person on my neutral dress, but I had to admit that it was very beautiful, but it was inexplicably infuriating.

Especially those wearing triangular hats and those with white shirts in black woolen coats, their eyes were so focused that they were like heads rolling down from the guillotine. If they did not help him close their eyes, they would stare in one direction forever until the eyeballs were degraded, defeated and rotted.

I know these people, especially the man wearing a triangular hat. In the silver-white suitcase, there may be tools for slandering people in the tunnel.

Surprisingly, when you really meet a villain, you will not be as timid as fear in horror, but a calmness in an excited state, fear of causing adrenal hormones to be secreted. This is a forced calmness with a congested head and a forced thinking of survival instinct.

Ingrid also saw these people. Her expression was quite calm, but her zoomed pupils could not hide the panic. I shook my head gently at her and signaled her not to act rashly.

I wanted to press my hand on Richard's shoulder to warn these people that I found in the tunnel, but when I looked at him, he was actually more alert than me. Perhaps he had already speculated that those who came back to the hotel during this period were probably the people I met in the tunnel.

His hand had already been put in his arms and pressed down something in his coat. I judged that it should be a gun.

This made me feel a little calmer, but after thinking about it carefully, I felt something was wrong. Although the person wearing a triangular pointed hat only used a butcher knife-like tool, it cannot be denied that this group of people did not have guns.

If they recognize me...

The light in the tunnel was pitch black, and even under the firelight at the scene of the car accident, I should not be able to see my appearance clearly.

“It’s quite hygienic.”

One of the silver-haired women wiped the surface of the counter. Dirt was stained on her index finger. While talking, she said something sarcastic. Then she pressed her thumb up and tried to rub off the dust. Her face was astonishingly without disgust.

"Are you going to live here?"

The pale-faced young man had no basic enthusiasm of the hotel practitioners, and his tone of questioning was also lost.

"Or what if? In such a poor place, I bet that there is not much money in your counter drawer."

The black-toothed man said this, over his body, his hands were supported on the counter, and his body leaned on the table like a gangster.

Fortunately, most of the hotels are from other places. This sentence will not be heard by the enemy of Heijiao Town, otherwise something will inevitably happen.

But such remarks will inevitably attract hostility from some people, because they have a strong smell of robbery. The sailor with thick arms and sweat towels on his shoulders has already cast malicious eyes on him.

"Wow, you guys are a little bit about me..."

Before the black-toothed man could finish speaking.

The man wearing a three-pointed hat stopped him and poked his elbow into his chest.

This man was obviously more rational, and perhaps to some extent had more say. They asked the hotel manager for the room key, and the most important thing this broken hotel lacked is the room.

Even during the fishing flood season, I couldn't think about it half of it. The hotel owner's expectations were far from dashed, and the funds returned were pitifully small. Therefore, this was the situation. The fat and bloated waitress holding a cigarette with a plate was like a retired worker dragged from a slum brothel. All the furnishings were not repaired, so they were in dilapidated.

Then they walked through the aisle on the side of the hall without any nonsense and walked up the stairs leading to the high-rise. The shabby wooden boards were slashing. I just hoped that the bad sound would disappear soon so that I could know that they had already gone upstairs.

The only person in this group who is different from others is a black-haired woman. Judging from her facial features and pupil color, she is not from her own country. The feeling she gives is completely different from that of others, and she can feel that she can communicate.

Just when I thought everyone had already gone upstairs, I found that there was another person missing. He didn't even enter the corridor leading to the stairs, but stayed there since entering the door, and when I turned around in surprise.

This may become a shadow for me these days.

I was facing his eyes, and the man with a white shirt in his black woolen coat stood at the door without stepping in.

His eyes were straight, and his eyes were opened like formalin-soaked head, staring at me with a completely unknown attitude.

He had the same facial features as the black-haired woman just now, and was not from the country I was in. Something was faintly revealed under his coat. When I avoided the terrifying gaze and looked carefully, I could tell from the iron texture, the curved curve, and the red and white colors that were interspersed, it was a fire axe.

Although I know that it is impossible to recognize my appearance in such an environment, I am a witness to the accident and will never let me go easily.

But the denial of the mentality of luck made me think I was exposed.

He didn't dare to do anything with so many people. I planned to take Ingrid away immediately after he went upstairs. Even if he lived at his uncle's house, it would be much better than here.

But the development of things far exceeded my expectations. He did not rush to go upstairs, but came to the counter and walked to Richard and me.

"I seem to know you."

He said lightly, glanced at the chair below the bar, and after finding it full of stains, he did not choose to sit down.

And I felt a little sweat in my palms and pretended not to hear it, making him think I didn't notice that he was talking to me.

I don't know what he is going to do, threaten or intimidate, or silence me as soon as I leave a crowded place. It's hard for me to guess what these criminals think.

However, my thoughts seemed to be seen through.

He simply stretched his head over, turned his body sideways and blocked his whole body in front of me.

"Do you believe that there is God?"

He said such inexplicable words.
Chapter completed!