New York, United States.

Ten o'clock in the evening.

It's raining.

The pouring rain fell from the air, slapped on the ground, and the leaves made a slight sound as they blew the watering of the heavy rain.

A middle-aged man wearing a wide Dalian hoodie did not hold an umbrella and walked step by step on the empty streets, allowing heavy rain to hit him.

Every time I walked, my feet slapped the ground, and the muddy soles dyed the accumulated water on the ground yellow, and then the rain was washed away again.

"Boom!"

A thunder echoed through the air, and the intertwined lightning illuminated the night.

It also illuminated the middle-aged face full of stubble without any expression, just like a walking corpse.

On his shoulders.

A young woman with a pale face without a trace of blood was lying on the slightest, her eyes closed and her lips were purple.

Walk to the intersection.

Middle-aged man paused and looked at the lights in the two-story building in front of him.

At the window.

From time to time, you can see people passing by.

Sky.

The intertwined lightning spread its five claws again, illuminating the earth.

On the building.

The hanging signboard of Sihai Restaurant written in Chinese is illuminated by the lightning white light.

The middle-aged man stood there in a daze for a long time, as if he was integrated with the night, and his body was eroded by the rain.

His eyes were always staring at the restaurants in Sihai.

a long time.

The middle-aged man walked over with a woman on his back, came to the door of Sihai Restaurant, and reached out to knock on the door.

The door opens.

A young woman followed the lights vented in the house and looked at the wet middle-aged yellow skin at the door:

"Sorry, we're already closed. If you want to have a meal, come again tomorrow."

Middle-aged people didn't speak.

Just standing at the door.

"You need to borrow an umbrella?"

The young woman looked at the middle-aged man in poor condition and looked at his clothes that were soaked in the rain: "I can lend you a handful."

"But you have to remember to return it tomorrow."

Middle-aged still speaks.

"Do you understand Chinese?"

Middle-aged still speaks.

"Boom!"

The sky was thundering, and the intertwined lightning spread its five claws again, and the white light illuminated the earth again.

Under the lightning.

The young woman finally saw the whole picture of middle age.

Under his loose coat, there was a man lying on his shoulders. His white face was terrifyingly illuminated by white light, and spots could be seen.

Under the feet of middle-aged.

Slightly scarlet blood flowed out from the soles of middle-aged feet, and then quickly was washed away by the rain.

"ah!"

The young woman who saw this scene thoroughly screamed, and her sharp voice pierced the sky.

"Bang."

She almost carried the door with a conditioned reflex and ran into the room.

Cashier bar.

The lucky cat is shaking his palm.

Inside the bar.

A middle-aged man who looks almost exactly like Mark Lee, with a sweat-wiping towel hanging around his neck, is sitting on a stool smoking and placing the bill:

"Wow, Xiaomei, what are you doing? The shock and screaming in the middle of the night, your voice is even more scary than thunder."

"Jian...Brother Jian."

Xiaomei's face turned pale and she stammered at the middle-aged man: "There is someone outside who is carrying someone on her back, standing at the door without saying a word."

"What's the fuss about this?"

Ajian, who had a cigarette in his index finger, dipped his saliva, continued to lit the banknotes in his hand: "Do you have no umbrella? I'll lend him one?"

"He's bleeding!"

Before Xiaomei recovered, she stammered: "He...he carries a dead person...the one he carries."

"I saw spots on her face and neck, piece by piece."

"What?"

Ajian's fingers that ordered money were paused and went straight out of the cash register: "Go and go and have a look."

"Um."

Xiaomei shrank behind Ajian, grabbed Ajian's arm tightly with both hands and refused to let go, and followed behind timidly.

The door opens.

The door was empty and there was no one.

"No one?"

Ajian smiled and shook his head: "Don't scare yourself at night."

"I'll give you a vacation tomorrow, and I'll see hallucinations."

"No!"

Xiaomei was even more scared by this incident: "Really, Brother Jian, you believe me, there was really someone at the door just now."

"Hey, it's not fun."

Ajian waved his hand and was about to close the door: "Calibrate and catch me, your arm will be broken by you."

"Boom!"

The thunder broke out again.

Under lightning.

Under the stone pillar on one side, a middle-aged man was squatting below, like a sculpture.

"ah!"

Xiaomei screamed again, pointing at the middle-aged man with her fingers tremblingly: "That... there."

Middle-aged slowly raised his head.

Under his pale face was a white beard stained with rain, and he looked at the two people at the door with a blank look.

Ajian also saw the middle age clearly and rushed directly into the rain curtain.

"Uncle Fourth!"

Ajian rushed to the middle-aged man and reached out to grab his hands and arms: "Uncle Fourth, why are you here!"

"Ah...Ah Jian?!"

Long Si's eyes were red, his eyes were staring at A Jian with a dull look, and slowly stood up: "Are you really A Jian?"

"It's me! Fourth Uncle!"

Ajian nodded vigorously.

Behind Long Si.

The woman placed on the ground leaning against the stone pillar fell to the ground, and the blanket wrapped around her body fell off.

Ajian reached out to help him immediately.
To be continued...