Oushelin Heita City District, the name of this city is derived from the gathering of heavy industries nearby. The large chimneys of major factories look like large towers from a distance. They are also dark because of the smoke exhaust all year round. In this area, you can still hear the jingle of large machines working even at night.

Most of the people living in this area are middle and low-rise residents of Oushelin, and their identities are more of workers in these factories. There is no way. No ordinary or economically powerful civilians will choose their homes in such a noise-filled place, and the air here is really not pleasant.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, the day shift was handed over between day shifts, and the workers on the day shift stepped off their posts and walked out of the factory gate in oily work clothes. Bart was one of them. He was a boiler worker in a factory. His usual job was very simple, just to shovel some coal into the boiler that would never be filled. He always saw in the newspaper how crystal technology developed rapidly, but in his life, he actually had nothing to do with crystal, and even the lighting was made with oil lamps.

However, he was in a pretty good mood today, and his workload was a little smaller than yesterday. He didn't even have the energy to take a shower when he got off work. He kept wiping the charcoal on his face with a towel. Today was his wife's birthday. Although his life was difficult, he still valued this festival very much. If a lower-class person like them couldn't have fun in hardship, what else would he mean to be alive?

He was going to buy a roast chicken, which was a luxury for them. It was a luxury to eat it once a month. He picked a greasy chicken in the store, and also bought a bottle of inferior ale and a candle. Candlelight dinner was the theme of this evening, so he decided to experience the life of the upper class.

"Mila, Mila, come and open the door for me. Today I have prepared a gift for you. If I don't open the door for me within 10 seconds, I will enjoy it alone."

Bart stood outside the door, thinking of his wife's expression of joy when she saw the gift in his hand later. After waiting for a while, no one came to open the door...

The lights in the room were on. When he went to work this morning, he also specifically told him that he would come back to celebrate his birthday in the evening. At this time, Mira might have been busy cooking in the kitchen but didn't hear it. So Bart shouted a few more times, but no one answered. He walked back and forth outside the door for two minutes. He felt that even Mira was using the toilet, it should have been done at this time, but after shouting twice, no one answered. Bart's face immediately thanked for his sweat. He remembered the rumors about the visit of Hei Tower recently, and there were cannibals appearing at night!

It is definitely not possible to continue waiting. Put the roast chicken and buy wine on the shelf at the door. Bart adjusted his posture and rushed towards his wooden door. The advantage of working in the boiler room all year round is that he has a lot of strength. After a few collisions, the wooden door has signs of looseness. He realized that it was almost done. He took a few steps back and rushed forward suddenly, and the wooden door broke in response.

It was just a first-floor house, with the bedroom, kitchen and living room connected. The scene inside the house was obvious. Bart glanced back and forth. First of all, there was no one in the living room. He was about to walk into the kitchen and saw that the lights there suddenly went out and swallowed his saliva. For some reason, Bart was a little nervous. Although his steps did not stop, they were much slower. He was a little worried, but he just didn't know what he was worried about.

Bang!!

The glass of the kitchen window suddenly shattered. The sound made Bart's footsteps suddenly accelerate into the kitchen. He fumbled for a while and turned on the switch in the house. The scene that appeared in front of him stopped his whole body. His throat seemed to be choked by something. He sucked his nose several times, and tears couldn't stop falling from his eyes.

Mira's body was lying on the kitchen floor, her chest was torn apart, and blood and intestines were scattered all over the floor... These freshly prepared side dishes were placed on the kitchen table. The aroma of the food was mixed with the fishy smell of blood, which made people dizzy. A stream of blood rushed to the mind. Bart grabbed the kitchen knife on the chopping board. As a man, he was angry at this time!

He jumped out of the window, and there was blood on the ground, running wildly. Bart felt that he had never run so fast, and the infinite power in his body was supported by him. He ran along the blood on the ground, and soon ran to an old factory. He knew that the abandoned place of a bankrupt factory was filled with thick black pipes. The sound from a distance came to his ears. The cold wind in the winter night blew across his body. He suddenly shuddered and a figure appeared in front of him.

"Is it you? Is it you!! I want..."

"Kill me? Hahaha... it's me, but what can you do? Humans are just humans after all. You are so smelly that I don't even have the desire to kill you, but you don't cherish the life I gave to you so much. Do you think you have lived too long?"

The man was wearing a black coat with some bloody smell on his body. Bart would not retreat. He roared and rushed to the opposite side, feeling the strength in his body. He felt that he would definitely be able to remove the murderer from the top. Whether the subsequent garrison would arrest him was no longer something he cared about. He only knew that the person in front of him must die!

The kitchen knife slashed at the other party's neck with great momentum. Bart's red cheeks and bloodshot eyes made him look like a madman in the dark, but he was facing a more vicious existence.

The boots kicked the belly, and the flesh and blood in the abdomen rolled like waves. Bart retreated and hit an abandoned iron pipe at a faster speed than the forward rush. The blood in his mouth mixed with broken internal organs could not stop spraying on the ground in front of him.

"Are you scared? How did you feel before you die? Can you tell me? Sometimes I really want to know that feeling, haha... it's really boring!"

The man stepped on Bart's head and said, "The body on the ground has no breath, and his expression is a little boring. He turns around and wants to leave, but another figure is added behind him.

"Hey, it's very busy. I have a question to ask you... are you free?"

Kylot held an obsidian blade in his hand and slowly knocked on the iron pipe beside him.

"What kind of guy are you?"

"Good guy? No no no, I just passed by. Suddenly there was a question to ask you... What it felt like before dying? Do you know? This may be a bit difficult. I suggest you think about it and answer me, otherwise, I might let you try it yourself."
Chapter completed!