November 19, 2015, at 3:57 am.

Dongling Road, old city, vegetable market.

Blood flowed from the cracks of the black floor tiles, washing away the original color over and over again.

The extremely fishy smell emanated from around the fish shop and blew far away with the wind.

Snowflakes fell from the sky, and it was another gloomy day.

The sky was not bright yet, there was only a faint afterglow, and the man in a leather apron was killing the fourth fish.

The rusty knife was firmly held in the man's hand. As the blade light flew, silver fish scales splashed on his apron and on the ground.

The dead fish widened its eyes and witnessed the tragic situation of being stripped of the skin before the morning light came.

The man's hair was gray and long, and his bangs blocked his left eye. He was a little handsome, but he was a little older, with wrinkles imprinted on his face, and the cigarette in his mouth fell from time to time with the knife waving.

A pair of eyes looked indifferently at the dead fish that had been cut into two pieces by him, and there was nothing else.

"Bang bang bang!"

The fourth fish was used by him for three minutes, scraping the scales, taking the internal organs, cutting them into fish fillets, and pouring them into a large red plastic bucket.

After kicking the boot, the man shouted without looking back:

"Two sons, put them on and change the bucket."

"Okay, master."

The young man called the second son was full of energy in the early morning and ran quickly from the back hall, took the plastic bucket away, and put it back into a large blue plastic bucket.

He didn't leave without leaving with his hands, and his eyes fell on the figure at the mouth of the fish shop.

The man looks very strange, wearing a black windbreaker, with black hair that reaches his waist, wearing a mask and a cane, which makes him very inconvenient to move.

He had been smoking a cigarette at the door, staring at the fish-killing master. There were more than ten cigarette butts under his feet, but he didn't say anything or leave.

He asked half an hour ago, but he didn't get an answer, so he felt it was even more weird and spoke.

"Sir, you are..."

"Bang!"

The fish-killer cut the knife into the fish board with force. The cigarette at the corner of his mouth finally finished sucking, and the long ashes fell into the plastic bucket I just received.

"Second son, I won't do business today. Let's have a point of view. I'll go out to do something."

Men have been very resolute in their speech and doing things. They didn't care that Erzi had already pulled off their leather apron before they could react.

He kicked the plastic bucket outside back into the shop, threw the gloves on the chopping board, grabbed the cell phone next to him, and walked out.

The second son was still stunned. He looked at the master's departure and saw the long-haired man also leaning on crutches, following closely behind.

He couldn't help scratching his head and murmured:

"Is the master going to the bar again...Is it breakfast now?"

...

The man wearing only a gray shirt walked in front, as if he was deliberately waiting for the long-haired man behind him, so he was not walking quickly.

Through the streets and alleys, the two of them walked for more than half an hour in the wind and snow.

It's bright too.

Finally, after a lot of twists and turns, the man walked into a bar.

The long-haired man stopped and looked at the bar brand, called "Demon", which translated as "demon".

The location of the Devil Bar is very remote and the door looks shabby, with only one small door.

It also has a roller shutter door, which blocks half of the small door, as if it is unwilling to open it to the public. Just by looking at the storefront, you can tell that it is a year.

The long-haired man shook his head slightly and then walked in.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see a long straight road, which is extremely dark. The path that is dozens of meters long is illuminated by only a wall lamp in the central part.

Of course, you will definitely not get lost if you have one way.

And after entering the depths, the long-haired man finally realized that there was a unique world here.

I also understood why the man who killed the fish brought him here.

There must be music in the bar.

The music played here is playing songs from an album by a very niche foreign band, Demon Band.

It is called "Lost Hell".

This song was naturally not something that a man with long hair could hear, but was written on the big screen when he entered the bar.

“Heavy Metal Music…”

That's right, the theme of this bar is heavy metal. After walking the long trail, it is an extremely huge open hall.

The main color of dark red is paired with depressing black, and there are almost no lights, but there are really many people.

Even though it was already early in the morning, there were still about a hundred and ten gatherings here.

Everyone gathered on a high platform in the middle of the bar, and the square platform of more than ten square meters looked like an octagonal cage.

A charming woman, freeing her white body shining in the dark, lying in an octagonal cage covered with red petals.

It seems like he is dead, but not dead.

She stared at a sculpture above the octagonal cage, which was a black skull.

But it is not a human head, it looks extremely strange in shape, and it is as weird as the head of a demon with the tones of the place and the melancholy darkness.

"roar!!!!"

As the song "Lost Hell" reached its climax, the hoarse and roaring sound of the man in the song came out, and the highest point of the atmosphere appeared in the entire bar.

In the most eye-catching octagonal cage, the woman's body was not enough for a tablecloth, and she once again tore off one third of it.

The head of the demon suddenly fell down and hit the chest of the woman lying flat in the cage.

A large number of red petals were shaken from the bottom of the cage, and the head of the demon returned to its original position.

The tremor of the mechanism, the woman's painful moans, the irritability of the music, the roar of the men in the audience, as if the red petals of blood were flying.

The long-haired man frowned and his heart was beating wildly. All this was too similar to the situation in the haunted house he had experienced before.

"Why is this atmosphere so much as a supernatural power that can interfere with my emotions..."

"Does it sound good?"

Just as the long-haired man stopped to watch, the fish-killer walked to him with two glasses of wine in his hand and asked hoarsely.

"Not nice."

"I don't think it sounds nice, either."

"Then are you still coming every day?"

"I came for a purpose, just like you."

The man who killed the fish sat at the farthest from the stands, took a sip with a wine glass. The madness around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. He was just a spectator and was not affected by anything.

"Your name is Ji Li, right?"

The long-haired man sat side by side with him only at a table, and nodded slowly.

"Why would Captain Gao Yan, who is famous, be so down and killed fish?"

Ji Li's words made Gao Yan, the former police legend, appear on the face of the criminal investigation captain fifteen years ago.

The suffocation that had been over fifteen years seemed to finally exhaled from his mouth, and Gao Yan drank the wine in his glass in one go.

Then he turned his head to look at Ji Li, and gently lifted the long bangs that blocked his left eye with his hand.

A hint of sorrow of time passing by was revealed on his slightly vicissitudes of life, and his left eye, which was covered by gray hair, was fully exposed.

His left eye is gone.

But it's not blindness, not dug up, not injured, but...
Chapter completed!