"Bang."

On the old wooden table, a rusty lantern flashed twice and lit up.

The dim light illuminates the narrow room. The decoration style inside is similar to that of the Victorian era, with patterns covered with wallpaper all around it. Apart from an old spring bed, only a crimson table in the center is left.

There is only the lantern on the table.

However, this statement is not completely accurate, because in addition to the lantern, there is actually a wriggling red object on it, which rises and falls like breathing under the light.

From the table to the wall, this red object and erupting blood are everywhere. In the corner of the room, a bloody head tells the reason.

Obviously, this object is part of a corpse that is spread all over the room.

As the only living person in the room, Yagel, who had just turned on the lights in the dark, was silent.

Under the dim light, he himself, blood, and wriggling corpse were clearly visible.

It seems a little bad.

He asked why the table was sticky when the light was turned on just now, and there were bug-like things moving... It turned out to be these corpses.

It was a bit disgusting when touched.

But before worrying about why this thing was alive, there seemed to be something more serious than when he appeared at the scene of the "movable corpse". For example...

Yagel looked down at himself expressionlessly.

His blood vessels swimming in the air turned around and said 'hi' to him.

Well, just like this.

After turning on the light, he clearly saw the blood vessels on his arm drilling out of his skin like a snake, floating up and down in the air, protruding his head and head.

And not only the hands, but also the skin on the body also has a little bulge from time to time, indicating the desire to drill out of the remaining blood. The fear seems to have disappeared at the same time, leaving only the bloodthirsty primitive impulse.

He is very reluctant to be a human being now.

But the worst thing is that he doesn't remember anything.

Why did he appear here?

Thinking of this, Yagel seemed to trigger some key point, and his expression became cold and arrogant.

"Hunting until this endless night ushers in dawn." He murmured subconsciously.

"Tonight, the hunting begins."

In the empty room, this sentence aroused an echo, and the strong sense of solemnity made the invisible other space frozen for a moment.

The next second, he was stunned when he came to his senses.

No, why kill? Who should I kill?

He felt a dull pain in his head, and he half held his head. As he said this, some memories slowly emerged in his mind, but only in the past few days, the past seems to have disappeared inexplicably.

Fortunately, with the emergence of memory, his symptoms that were not human were quickly relieved.

His name is Yagel Delester, a new foreigner to Beckland. He is currently working as an appraiser in a pawn shop in Zhongcheng District. His past is quite mysterious, but it is not within the curiosity of the busy people in Zhongcheng District - there are hundreds of foreigners here in a year.

However, for some reason, he always felt that he was not this "Yagel".

A sudden sound of footsteps came from the door, and a little light came from far and near in the dark cracks of the door.

"Knock and knock."

The door was knocked by someone.

"Boy, what happened? What happened to the sound just now?"

It is Old William, the owner of this pawn shop, his current boss.

"That's so big, Hank said the police are almost here! I don't care about any strange little hobbies you have, but if those damn bastards find excuses to ask for money, I want you to look good!"

Policeman Yagel held his forehead and thought about it.

Indeed, according to his only memory, the police detectives in this area like to check their shops. Every time they come, they will take away a lot of oil and water, especially Old William often collects some illegal items.

In the past, William would deduct employees' salaries and pay bribes.

hiss......

He gasped in a toothache.

It turned out that he was just an ordinary young employee, with a weekly salary of even two pounds, so he was given a KPI. If he was caught by the police once, he would probably have to work in vain this year.

Not to mention now, the only difference between him and the corpse that can crawl on the ground is that the other one has been cracked and was discovered to be in danger of his head.

It is necessary to cover things up first.

While Yagel pressed the remaining little floating blood vessels back into his hand, he took out a pocket watch from a pile of bloody forks.

"Sorry, the boss, I just came to find my customer in private and he came to identify the pocket watch."

"The man seemed to have something wrong with his brain, screaming and cursing, flipping down the window, so it was very loud, but his watch is still here."

"Pure gold." He whispered to emphasize the key point.

"What should I do? Is that pocket watch really unknown? Should we wait for the police to come and ask?" Yagel pretended to be at a loss.

Nonsense, can it be auspicious? Everyone is blown up.

He secretly complained in his heart.

"What?" Hearing the word "pure gold", Old William's voice turned octave high.

"Give it to the police? Have you gotten into your mind? I tell you that I will see this pocket watch tonight. This is the property of the store, so don't want him to take risks!"

He wanted to say something, but Hank's voice downstairs interrupted the conversation.

"William, come down quickly! The police are here!"

Old William paused, as if he was struggling to take away the pocket watch now. Yagel could hear his anxious knocking on his cane in the door.

Don't try to open the door, don't try to open the door...

Yagel prayed silently.

However, it is strange that even though his emotions are much more normal now, he is still not afraid of the flesh and blood on the ground, nor is he even afraid of being discovered.

Just kill them all...?

No, so many people are prone to failure.

He subconsciously did not question the option of "kill out" starting point.

Fortunately, in the end, Old William turned around and went downstairs. Before leaving, he warned viciously: "Hide my pocket watch, and you'll be finished if the police find it!"

The footsteps were gone 'climbing'.

Yagel breathed a sigh of relief.

My pocket watch? Old William, you really should go and hang the street lights!

Speaking of which, handing over this pocket watch doesn't seem to be a good decision.

Yagel simply wiped the pocket watch with his hand and saw the patterns on it.

Even if he didn't know what some wriggling corpses did to the pocket watch before they died, there must be something wrong with this thing in its current half-dead situation.

But for the sake of his life safety, I can only do this first.

After the blood was wiped clean, it was obvious that this was a finely carved gold watch. The hollow pattern on the front could make the watch start at 100 pounds, not to mention the pointer and gear with gems inside.

Such an expensive pocket watch should not have fallen into such a small pawn shop.

Yagel pressed the front cover and carefully checked the inside. Suddenly, his hands paused in the air.

There is a line of text on the dial that he has never seen before in his memory.

In the center, next to the pointer that had stopped moving, he saw a line of strange translucent fonts. Logically speaking, he should have never seen such words, but he knew what it meant.

In the dim room, the young man in black-haired and bloody clothes spit out a strange pronunciation.
Chapter completed!