"What's that sound?
What happened to Yamamoto again? "
The geologist continued to cover Ye Yezi's mouth. His rough hands left heavy marks on his face. The little idol's little face had turned from pink to white, and then to black and purple. He was still holding his breath in his chest, but it could be broken at any time.
"Oh!"
Ye Yezi kicked his legs and then fell down powerlessly. His whole body was tense, and he fainted.
If the oxygen supply was insufficient for a long time, even if he was saved in the end, his brain would suffer irreversible damage, and he would become a vegetable or paralyzed.
"Yes!
Go to hell! "
After a few seconds of fierce strangulation and confirming that he had fainted, the geologist walked forward.
If something went wrong on Yamamoto's side, all his efforts would be in vain. He would have to embark on the road of exile and even be imprisoned.
"Yamamoto, over there …"
Yamamoto came!
A round thing rolled to his heel. It was half of Yamamoto's head. The geologist's expression was confused at first, then he doubted life, and finally he trembled.
The rising pressure in his brain made his eyes appear dark, and the world of blue sky and white clouds was torn by black and gray.
Not far in front, next to the tool car, a little girl holding a bright red murder weapon stood alone.
There was no expression on her face. Blood dripped down the bottle and fell to the ground. Looking at the thick blood on her body, it made people's hearts stop for two beats.
The geologist's head couldn't turn, it was rusty, and he couldn't understand what was happening in front of him.
With a bang, there was an explosion, and then … Yamamoto became half of Yamamoto. What kind of surreal horror story was this?
On the ground, Yamamoto looked at his companion calmly. His yellow teeth could be seen on his cheeks.
"Hehehehe."
The thick blood was as thick as a living thing, and it made a "hehe" sound.
"Hehe, don't run so fast."
A young mother was walking on the street with her child, who was holding a red balloon tail in his hand.
The child looked up at the red balloon, and the world in his eyes was completely occupied by red.
The red balloon swayed in the wind. According to the fate of most balloons, there was a 50% chance that it would fly into the sky, and when it flew to a high altitude, it would deform and explode because of the pressure.
"Mom, look."
The strong child pointed to the distance and called for his mother in a childish voice, as if he had seen a novel toy in a shop.
There were also red balloons there, but they were human-shaped.
"What … Ah!"
The young mother turned her head and immediately hugged her son's shoulders. She covered her son's eyes with both hands. "Don't look, don't look!"
His manager, who was covered in blood, staggered over. When he saw the passersby, his face did not reveal the joy of being saved.
"Ghost, ghost, there's a ghost behind!"
A face that was no longer young was twisted. Blood was the makeup on this face. The leg that had been stabbed was bleeding profusely. He staggered and struggled to move forward. The width and depth of the wound made one's hair stand on end at a glance.
There was no one who didn't believe that there was a ghost.
This bloodied appearance, even if it's not a real ghost, it's at least a terrifying Man Killer Fiend!
The terrifying Man Killer Fiend was right behind him.
"Ah!!"
The Amerikans were frightened by the sound of gunshots, while the Island nation's nerves were so taut that they could snap at any moment in the face of the endless horrors. Seeing the manager's miserable appearance, covered in blood, a huge commotion broke out on the streets.
The Akita Prefecture had not yet been pacified, yet another wave had arisen. Why did ordinary people like them always encounter all these horrible things!
"Mom, mom!"
Children, adults, men, women, from the front to the back, even if they didn't see it with their own eyes, under the influence of the terrifying atmosphere, the streets and the square were filled with people running around like wolves.
"Bang!"
The running pedestrians caused the cars on the road to brake, the cars behind couldn't dodge in time and rear-ended one after another.
"Malugino!
Does the driver in front want to die?! "
"Ah!"
The drivers in the cars were not idiots. Seeing the pedestrians running on the street, their minds instantly sobered up and realized that something was wrong.
"Everyone in front, move aside!
How are we supposed to turn like this! "
The cars in front quickly ran away from the nearest fork, the drivers behind who were stuck in the middle of the road also opened their doors and ran. The peaceful town was instantly greeted with the arrival of the apocalypse.
"My cart."
An old lady with dentures pushed the cart. In the chaotic crowd, the cart was pushed down the slope. She staggered a few steps but didn't fall, but her dentures almost flew out of her mouth.
In the forest of the Akita Prefecture, two disturbances happened at the same time, both inside and outside the city.
The poor souls who were sent to track down the black angel walked slowly. Fortunately, there were other groups of unlucky souls. Thinking about this, they felt a little better.
"Ring ring ring."
The bell hanging around their necks rang, and no one knew if the bears in the forest had been disturbed.
"We've been here for half a month, and we haven't seen a bear …" A supernatural police officer rubbed his chin. The stubble on his chin was a little prickly.
"Is it because there are no bears in the mountains, or is it the bell that chased the bears away?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes revealed the light of a philosopher. "Because we have not actually observed bears, the existence of bears has always been in a state of uncertainty. I hereby announce that this is the superposition theory of bears in Akita Prefecture!"
The man next to him shuddered at the joke. "Then I announce that the headquarters of the Northeast Supernatural Department has produced a thinker. But how can your plagiarism be acknowledged by others?"
The group of people laughed and walked forward. They didn't look like the mysterious and scary supernatural police that outsiders imagined. In the eyes of outsiders, the supernatural department had to wear black trench coats and kill people on the spot. They would make fireballs with their hands, and their eyes would shoot murderous lasers.
"Hmm, maybe I should've studied philosophy when I was in university."
As he spoke, the thinker used the tools in his hands to clear a path.
"If that was the case, I would've been famous a long time ago … Ugh."
The words stopped abruptly. The thinker's eyes stared straight ahead like he had finally figured out the three questions of life after thinking for a hundred years.
In front of them was a world dyed red with blood. Broken flesh and bones flew everywhere. Black fur, orange flesh, and a bear's head were embedded in the trees.
Such a tragic scene couldn't have been caused by an animal in the forest. Even the resurrection of an ancient dinosaur wouldn't be able to create such a horrible scene.
Unless the bear had come from the Middle East and sneaked back to China.
"Who is this bear? Where did it come from, and where is it going?"