They came out at an untimely time. They happened to hit the peak period, and they started and stopped along the way. The 30-minute drive was abruptly blocked for more than an hour, and it took less than half of the drive.

Ye Zhao rested his chin on his elbows against the car window, and casually swept across the pedestrian street outside the window. They had been standing here for over ten minutes, not even moving one bit.

Because it was winter, it got dark early, and it was completely dark outside, and the lights on the pedestrian street were dazzling, and the light and dark were different.

"I still remember that in the past few years, people in this street came and went like ants every day, and it was lively until the middle of the night. Hey—" Luo Xiaochen looked outside and sighed, "It's still very lively except for the K area. Basically it's gone."

District K is the commercial area where Ye Zhao worked before. It is the most central place in the city. Even if it is still lively, it is incomparable to the prosperity of a few years ago.

"Yeah." Ye Zhao glanced at the sparse flow of people on the pedestrian street, landed in a dark corner, and asked casually, "When will a door open there?"

"Eh? Where?" Luo Xiaochen turned his head after hearing this.

"Over there, the corner, I remember it used to be a wall." Ye Zhao raised his finger.

Luo Xiaochen stared at that place for a while, and said, "Where is the door? It's still a simple wall."

Ye Zhao: "..."

Luo Xiaochen: "..."

The car was eerily silent for a few seconds, and Luo Xiaochen suddenly said, "I think it is necessary to continue talking about your neurasthenia."

Ye Zhao: "..."

The traffic in front started moving again, and Ye Zhao stepped on the accelerator and drove out.

The car was left behind at the corner, Ye Zhao took another look in the rearview mirror, but this time he only saw the clean walls, nothing resembling a door.

Ye Zhao raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, maybe I read it wrong again."

"Well, it seems that your spirit is really not very good. You can make a little bit of dinner. After eating, take a hot bath, soak a cup of hot milk, drink it, and go to bed early. Would you like to sing you a lullaby or something? I'll talk to you. You say I'm a good hand at coaxing people to sleep—"

"Thank you, no, I'm afraid of having nightmares."

Luo Xiaochen: "..."

Luo Xiaochen always felt that these hallucinations were just caused by Ye Zhao's lack of sleep for so long, and even Ye Zhao himself felt the same. It wasn't until the next morning when Luo Xiaochen was drinking milk and eating bread in the living room while watching the morning news that he realized that things were not so simple.

He ran to the master bedroom with the bread in his mouth and knocked on the door, then shouted through the door: "Ye Zhao Ye Zhao! I told you that you may not be hallucinating! Maybe there is something wrong! What you said That construction site! And the corner of the pedestrian street we passed by last night is in trouble! Get up and see!"

A few seconds later, Ye Zhao, who was seriously angry, opened the door, looked at him blankly and said, "It's a coincidence." Then he slammed the door shut again.

Luo Xiaochen's nose was almost flattened, and he said angrily, "Nima! Labor and capital are tall and handsome nose bridge!"

Luo Xiaochen, with a tall and handsome nose, screamed all morning, and was thrown out of the door by Ye Zhao along with the car keys and protective mask.

After eating the fried egg he kept before leaving, and heating a glass of milk, Ye Zhao held the glass and stood by the balcony window and looked down. From this floor, you can overlook the entire construction site. Next to a cement mixer, the cordon surrounded the circle, and there were some people in uniform standing or squatting. There was a circle of people who were estimated to be construction teams, wearing hard hats, but their faces looked blurred because they were too far away.

The TV in the living room was still on, and there were some pictures of the two scenes in it. With a numb face, the reporter said the words that the audience would memorize after listening to them in the past two years——

Except for some personal belongings scattered by the victim, very few pieces of clothing and a small amount of dripping blood, there were no other traces at the scene of the case. No fingerprints, no footprints, no clues that would help identify the perpetrator. There were no witnesses, and no one even heard or saw any unusual movement.

Similar cases have occurred one after another since about two years ago. However, apart from confirming the victim's information, helping the family to claim their belongings, and admonishing the public not to stay in remote corners or to travel alone at night, the police can hardly do anything. Such a clean scene made it impossible for the police to start.

The poisonous fog that people don't know how to resist and the invincible serial killer——

It seems to have acquiesced to this sad and unchangeable reality. People have changed from worry at the beginning to a numbness that is almost twisted; life is more and more normal than the chaos when threats first appeared two or three years ago. It seems that everything All tend to be normal and calm.

However, beneath the surface of this calm is a growing panic. Once it erupts, it can no longer be contained.

The phone rang suddenly, Ye Zhao finished his last mouthful of milk, walked to the living room, bent over, picked up the phone on the coffee table, glanced at the caller ID, and connected: "Hello, Zhiming?"