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Jianyang cautiously shuttled through the streets of Qing Town, surrounded by a stifling silence. Every household in this small town had tightly closed windows, with no light escaping, making the street even darker and more eerie. Only a few old streetlights flickered intermittently, adding to the unnerving atmosphere of the unusual night.
Su Jianyang tightly gripped a flashlight, its beam piercing the Darkness and illuminating his path. His other hand was firmly on the handgun at his waist, ready to respond to any potential danger. His steps were light and cautious, each one carefully placed on the open street.
Suddenly, a faint sound reached Su Jianyang's ears, like the sound of something moving. He immediately became alert and nervously looked in the direction of the sound. In the darkness, the footsteps sounded particularly clear, as if someone or something was lurking nearby.
Su Jianyang lightly brushed the trigger of his gun and aimed the flashlight in that direction, trying to find the source of the sound. However, the night was so deep that even the flashlight's beam struggled to penetrate the thick darkness, only illuminating a small area.
His heart was racing, each beat pounding violently in his chest. Su Jianyang knew that on a night like this, any disturbance could signal danger. He regulated his breathing, trying to keep himself calm.
The sounds on the street gradually became more distinct, and Su Jianyang could sense that it was not just ordinary footsteps, but also mixed with a faint dragging sound. His eyes were fixed ahead, the beam of his flashlight sweeping back and forth in the darkness, trying to catch any sign of abnormality.
As the sound drew closer, Su Jianyang felt an inexplicable anxiety pressing on his heart. He wasn't sure if it was the residents of Qing Town, or... those elusive entities they were searching for. The silence of the street was shattered by the footsteps, each one pounding heavily in Su Jianyang's heart.
At that moment, a gust of wind brought a chill, and the streetlights suddenly flickered a few times before completely going out, plunging the entire street into deeper Darkness. Su Jianyang's heart raced, realizing that this could be some kind of omen.
He tightly gripped the flashlight and the gun, ready to face any possible situation. The footsteps in the darkness gradually approached, and Su Jianyang nervously aimed the flashlight and the gun at the source of the sound in the darkness. His voice echoed through the silent street: "Who's there? Stop your footsteps!" The beam of the flashlight flickered in the darkness, projecting a long ray of light.
Upon hearing Su Jianyang's shout, the footsteps not only did not stop, but instead quickened, and a trembling old voice came from the darkness: "P...Police! It's me, Old Hu! I can't see anything, officer, please help me!"
Su Jianyang heard this familiar voice, and relaxed slightly, but still remained cautious. He carefully moved the flashlight beam, searching for the source of the sound. Finally, in a nearby alley, he found the back of an elderly man, who was none other than the old resident of the town, Lao Hu.
Su Jianyang cautiously approached Lao Hu, his heart filled with doubts and unease. In this dark and eerie night, Lao Hu's behavior seemed unusual to Su Jianyang. Lao Hu kept his back turned, as if avoiding something, and this made Su Jianyang instinctively feel that something was amiss here.
Su Jianyang slowly approached Lao Hu, his hand tightly gripping the gun, ready to respond to any possible situation. He tried to make his voice sound calm and soothing: "Lao Hu, it's me, Su Jianyang. Are you okay? Let me see you." However, Lao Hu did not respond, just stood still without moving.
Su Jianyang gradually approached, and when he reached out to touch Lao Hu's back, Lao Hu suddenly turned around. The flashlight in Su Jianyang's hand shone on Lao Hu's face, a scene that terrified Su Jianyang - Lao Hu's eyes were gone, leaving only two deeply sunken cavities oozing with bloody red, fresh blood dripping from his hollow eye sockets.
Su Jianyang felt a strong sense of shock and fear, taking a few steps back in disbelief as he stared at Lao Hu. Lao Hu's mouth opened slightly, as if trying to speak, but only emitted a low, hoarse growl. His expression contorted as if experiencing indescribable pain. Su Jianyang's breathing became rapid, and both the flashlight and gun in his hands trembled slightly. The bloody smell filled the entire space with an unbearable sense of oppression, making it almost impossible for him to catch his breath.
Lao Hu's body began to tremble slightly, and his throat emitted a series of deep, inhuman grunts, unlike any sound a human could make. Su Jianyang's heart raced as he tried to remind himself to stay calm, but even an experienced officer felt powerless in the face of such a scene.
Old Hu suddenly reached out his hand to Su Jianyang, his fingers twisted and deformed, as if seeking help, but his empty eye sockets made the gesture extremely terrifying. Su Jianyang took a step back, his fingers tightly gripping the trigger, ready to respond to any potential danger.
"Old Hu, what's... what's wrong with you?" Su Jianyang's voice trembled as he asked, but Old Hu didn't answer. Instead, he made a sound similar to a groan and then suddenly lunged at Su Jianyang. Su Jianyang instinctively raised his gun, but hesitated and didn't shoot. He used a flashlight to strike Old Hu's head, trying to knock him down. Old Hu fell to the ground, emitting a painful howl, but his movements did not stop, instead becoming more frantic.
At this moment, Su Jianyang felt a strong chill. He turned to look and saw some blurry figures at the end of the street. These figures swayed under the dim streetlights, as if driven by some unknown force. Their steps were irregular, making slight dragging sounds, slowly but unstoppably approaching. Around them, the streetlights seemed to grow dimmer, and some bulbs even burst, deepening the surrounding shadows.
Su Jianyang's heart pounded, realizing that these ominous figures might be related to the supernatural events he was facing. He quickly pushed Old Hu's body away, stood up, gripped the gun tightly, and vigilantly observed the approaching figures.
Their faces were difficult to discern in the dim light, but Su Jianyang could feel the icy breath and oppression they brought. He was keenly aware that he might be in a dangerous situation and had to proceed with caution at every step.
Su Jianyang took a few steps back, trying to find an escape route while keeping an eye on those figures. In his mind, witch Li's words and her final words quickly flashed by. He knew he had to hurry to the top of the mine to find the key to resolving everything.
He slowly retreated into an alley, hoping to shake off those eerie figures. But he found that no matter how he moved, those figures always followed him unhurriedly, as if some indescribable force was guiding them.
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