"Who is that? He looks familiar. Is he the passenger in the car?" The drunk man had just been saying that the streets were safer than inside the houses, but before he finished his words, something unusual happened on the road. He suspected that there was a pair of eyes watching him in a place he couldn't see, and his every move was being seen by the other party.

"Is he waving at me? It's foggy, I can't see his face clearly, and he probably can't see mine either. In this situation, a normal person wouldn't take the initiative to say hello to someone."

People are forced to come out. After those horrible things that happened just now, the drunk has obviously become smarter and has begun to try to think from other people's perspective.

The silhouette of the man in the fog gradually became clear, and the other person seemed to be walking towards him.

"No, I want to stay away from him."

The drunk man clearly felt that the other party was getting faster and faster. He didn't dare to respond and turned around and ran.

"If he were a human, he would have spoken. The fact that he didn't say a word and just waved his hand seems problematic."

The road was not safe either. The drunk felt a little desperate and didn't know where to go.

"The most important thing now is to meet up with other passengers. I'll be killed sooner or later if I go alone." The drunk man ran forward for a distance. There was no bus along the way. He felt more and more guilty as he ran: "It's over. I'm completely lost. The buildings around here all look the same. The bus is my only reference."

A vague figure could be vaguely seen in the fog behind him. The person who had just waved to him was still following him, keeping a distance from him.

"Damn, what the hell is this? Why does it keep following me?" The drunk man sped up and ran to the next intersection in one breath.

The bus was still not in sight. When the drunk was hesitating about which way to go, he suddenly noticed the silhouette of a person appeared on the opposite side of the road, and someone was waving at him!

"How did that thing get in front of me?! It should be far away from me!"

Despair seemed to crawl up into the drunk's heart like a sharp thorn. The drunk didn't know what to do. It seemed that no matter where he went, he could see that person.

"What should I do?" Thirty years of life experience could not give him any help at this moment. The person on the opposite side of the road was still waving at him. The blurred outline and shaking arm looked like a pendulum representing death.

"Even if I run to other streets, this monster may still follow me. I have no choice but to fight it!"

The drunk gritted his teeth and tightly grasped the boning knife he brought from the kennel kitchen.

He had never killed a chicken in his life, but at this moment, a cruel idea came to his mind.

"Calm down, don't be afraid!" If you stay in the blood mist for too long, you will be affected by it. The drunk himself was not aware of this. The corners of his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he looked like he had been up all night. This was completely different from when he first got on the bus.

Because it was his first time, the drunk man's heart was beating very fast. He held the boning knife in both hands and walked towards the road next to him in a very awkward posture.

The human outline was still waving at him, and the closer he got, the clearer the drunk could see it.

"Looks familiar. I think I've seen him somewhere before. Is he also a passenger in the car?"

The drunk walked to the middle of the street and shouted at the man, "Hey! What's your name?"

There was no response. The man waved his hands less vigorously but suddenly walked towards him.

In a blood-red city, on an empty road, two people were getting closer and closer.

As the other person got closer, the drunk felt familiar again.

"It's so similar. I must have seen him somewhere."

The blood mist was thick, and the drunk clenched his knife. He moved his feet and finally walked through the fog and in front of the man.

The other person was covered in blood, his lower abdomen was soaked, and there was an obvious black line where his legs and upper body were connected, as if his body had been separated and was now being put back together.

Seeing the man's attire, the drunk had already decided to back off. He felt it was very scary, but the other person also gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity. He must have seen this person somewhere.

"Who are you?"

His mind was almost blank, and the drunk didn't know why the mirror asked these three words. His hand holding the knife was shaking.

"This road is divided into two sides, one for the living, and the other for the dead." The weirdo slowly raised his head, and under his messy hair was a face exactly like the drunk's, with eyes bulging outwards full of malice and fear. His body seemed to be supported by bones, and he pounced directly at the drunk, his mouth torn apart, and a sharp voice completely different from the drunk's came from his throat: "I am you! You who died miserably!"

When the drunk saw that the monster looked like himself, his psychological defenses collapsed. He had no intention of resisting at all and just turned around and ran away, grabbing the knife.

This time he didn't even have time to figure out the direction. He felt like every nerve in his body was about to break, and he ran in one direction with all his might.

He didn't know where the end was, nor where was safe, he just ran as hard as he could.

His whole body ached, his lungs felt as if they were burned, the world in his eyes slowly faded, and the drunk felt like he could no longer breathe.

“I can’t run anymore”

This is a world of utter despair, where the only choice the living have is to enter different buildings and choose different ways of dying.

"No one can survive here. Everyone will die. Everyone will die."

His consciousness was already blurred, and with his last breath, the drunk man ran into the nearest building.

The main color is white. This seems to be the only private hospital in Liwan Town. It does not cover a large area and is just a three-story building.

"dad"

"Shut up." The middle-aged man gasped heavily. He hid in the safe passage and looked outside from time to time.

After a few minutes, when he heard no footsteps, he leaned against the wall and slowly sat down. "I've seen disobedient passengers being sent into a door by the people in the Hades Tower before. Behind that door was a bloody mist just like this place. This is not a place for living people to come. It's all that guy's fault! I'll kill him if I get a chance!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He got even angrier when he saw the woman and the boy next to him. He kicked the woman on the thigh and said, "Since I married a dumb woman like you, I haven't had a good day in my life!"

The woman made a babbling sound and seemed to be very afraid of the man. She covered her legs and took a step back, but still stood in front of the little boy to protect him.

"dad"

"Don't call me that, you're just like a debt collector." The middle-aged man looked around, his face not looking too good. "I was just trying to escape, how come I ended up in the hospital? This place is unlucky, we need to leave as soon as that monster leaves."

"Dad" Even though he was being scolded, the boy continued to call his father.

After being called several times in a row, the middle-aged man finally realized that something was wrong. Under normal circumstances, if he got angry, the boy would admit his mistake or be scared and dare not speak, let alone resist.

"What's your name?"

"Just now, a young man stuck a piece of paper on your back." The boy pointed at the middle-aged man's back.

"On my back?!" The middle-aged man was furious. He reached out his hand to touch his back and pulled off a medical record.

The front of the form said the patient had died, and on the back were a few words written crookedly: "Come to see me?"