They rescued a frightened child in the school bus, and rescued a waitress who was pretended to be knocked unconscious and put in a sack. When they finally rescued a girl who was huddled in a hotel room, hesitant and helpless, she was collapsing.

He cried loudly: "Devil..."

"I saw the devil..."

"That's a sheep-faced demon, and he's holding a long red sickle..."

"Why did I survive..."

"I don't know either. He slapped my face to wake me up and asked me to call the police..."

"I saw him hang my dear one outside the window, and he turned back and smiled at me, saying you're welcome..."

"..."

"..."

"What a person with a sense of justice should do, why do I need to say thank you?"

When he saw the lights of the guard hall roaming the streets of Scrap Iron City under the rain, Wei Wei squatted on the eaves and smiled happily.

I haven't been this happy for a long time.

I just like this feeling of stopping crime and doing good deeds without leaving a name.

What a pleasure...

Maybe this is... the pleasure of justice?

The beating heartbeats all around are like lines intertwining in this city shrouded in drizzle, pointing out the direction for yourself. As long as you follow it, you can see a plump bird.

A little devil with horns and bared teeth...

The closer you get, the more you can hear their heartbeats, their panic, and even the mistakes they made in the past.

The sheep-face mask suddenly burst out into happy laughter, and he rushed towards the wet street while walking along the straight wall.

If the previous "artwork" has caused fear to these people, then tonight, it will deepen their fear.

Let them first experience this kind of trembling that belongs to the lamb every time they want to look for the lamb in the middle of the night...

As for the strange words that the flesh-and-blood consciousness said to me in a rage last time at the sacrificial site, as well as the crazy murmurs that I heard countless times in my dreams, and the ticking of the clock that entered my trance dream several times, all seemed to indicate this.

This matter is not as simple as imagined, and it is even inextricably related to myself, but what does it matter?

The lamb can't be the only one who's afraid...

When he was thinking this, the corners of his mouth opened uncontrollably, and he followed the sound of his heartbeat through the night.

Captain Ouyang is right.

This kind of listening to the voice of fear does not seem like an ordinary ability...

More like a beacon that leads the way...

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Chapter completed!