Fog Formula-Warning Book of Fog City Search Chief's Strange Talk

It's two o'clock in the morning. Lower city, Kotobuki.

The night filled the air. In the deep alley, a gust of cold wind blows, blowing the street lamps that have been in disrepair. The wooden lamp post showed a decayed black in the weak white light, with dense erosion holes all over it. The street lamp hanging on the top of the pillar made a creaking sound in the night wind, and swayed like a wind chime on the edge of the road. As the only light source here, it cast swaying shadows on the ground.

Like ghosts, with a coolness penetrating down the spine.

Even people who don't know the inside story should instinctively feel that something is wrong when they come here. The air seems to be permeated with coolness, the night sky of Yukimizawa, which was polluted by the lights illuminating the sky and turned into neon, has lost its color here, and the narrow sky at the top of the alley presents a cold pale gray.

Even the sound is gone. The buzzing of mosquitoes, the rustling of weeds, the sound of car horns in the distant street. These voices that should have filled every corner of the city are gone here. Only the street lamp was still ringing stubbornly in the wind, making a harsh and hoarse "squeak" sound stubbornly.

It makes people subconsciously think of the sound of rust rubbing, as if what hangs there is not a lonely lamp, but a broken ghost bell.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

However, a crisp collision sound suddenly sounded in this alley, it was the sound of the heels of leather boots hitting the ground. The crisp collision sound was like a hammer hitting the silence in the darkness. It came faintly from a distance, and echoed in the walls of the alley, creating an empty mixed sound. The light beam of the flashlight rises and falls with the steps, tearing the curtain of night like a sharp sword. Where the light source was, a black and red figure stepped firmly through the darkness and broke into this deserted alley. And without stopping, go step by step to the deepest point.

So the darkness suddenly became "noisy", not because of [auditory] noise but [visually] noise. Under the light of the flashlight, countless swaying shadows are reflected in the darkness. Those shadows that were originally hidden in the darkness suddenly emerged and swayed strangely under the light. It was obviously a deep silence, but it seemed to be able to hear To the whispers of those ghostly figures.

It's like a sea of ​​[shadows] hidden in the darkness of the bluestone ground, usually hidden under the sea covered by night. At this moment, the strong light swayed to reveal those twisted limbs under the sea surface, waking up countless ghosts in the darkness, discussing in the void what kind of intruders came.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

However, the visitor didn't seem to care about those swaying shadows, and walked through the inch-by-inch deep alley with unwavering steps, and the sound of the steps still echoed smoothly in the alley. For those shadows, this was undoubtedly a great provocation. For a moment, there seemed to be a scream in the darkness that wanted to penetrate the human soul, as if there were countless wailing and wailing coming out of the shadows. Those shadows seemed to seep out of the darkness, to tear at fresh blood.

In an instant, the fog in the air dropped several degrees, and the intense chill approached the black-red figure like a tiger. Milky-white fog seemed to rise from the ground, as if distorted limbs gushed out from a blind spot of vision.

But the voice walking on the ground seems to have some kind of tyrannical magic power. Stepping forcefully in the dark alley. The flashlight he held in his hand was obviously just an ordinary flashlight, but it was like a sharp sword splitting all the depths. The man just walked calmly, and all the shadows trembled wherever he walked, deterring countless shadows surging in the darkness.

So the silent "noise" gradually subsided, and those [whispering], those [screaming] and [wailing] also disappeared together. It's as if it never existed in the first place, but just an illusion brought on by fear.

Everything returned to silence again, as if nothing had changed. Even the light, which had been "squeaking" all the time, fell silent. Like the wind stopped, no longer shaking.

Only the sound of footsteps didn't stop, walking towards the deepest part of the alley step by step.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Five meters... Ten meters... Twenty meters...

The coldness in the air became more and more solemn, and the further you walked in, the more dead still and gloomy it became. The black and red figure moved forward step by step, and the street lights on both sides of the road became more and more dilapidated. Black wooden lampposts stand on both sides of the road with traces of wind and rain erosion. The pale light turned the outline of the figure into a bluish-white ghost, dragging longer and longer shadows on the ground. The pores began to tremble subconsciously, and goosebumps stood up on the skin under the clothes.

It was an absolutely eerie picture. This is already Xue Jianze in 2035, and there are various automatic cleaning robots all over the road. How could there be such an old street lamp majesticly standing on both sides of the road, and the lamp post became more and more dilapidated the further one walked. In the end, those pillars were even deserted, and the spaces between the analysis were filled with yellow-white fine sand, as if they came from another dilapidated and desolate world. That didn't even explain where the pale light in the broken lamppost was coming from. The neon lights, which are clearly dilapidated, still flicker with strange light, and the eyeballs of the faces of the advertisements on the walls of the alley seem to be watching the movements of the figures.

Fear, cold, trembling.

The darker and thicker darkness hit like a tide, and it was gradually engulfed by spiritual cultivation. The darkness seemed to condense into some kind of entity, and one could even feel the substantive coldness when walking into it. The light of the flashlight can no longer penetrate the dense darkness, and the heavy dew will smudge wet marks on the figure's coat. The light from the street lamps formed clear circles of light, and the visibility decreased further and further. The further you walked, the more darkness you couldn't see.

But the pace of the figure still did not stop, and it was still walking firmly.

The shadows that had disappeared before appeared again, and there seemed to be some whispers and whispers in the air. The milky white ghost seemed to follow behind him, and countless eyes seemed to gather on him between his steps. However, when he turned his head, the silence returned instantly, as if everything was just his illusion. At a certain moment, the illusion that he is in the middle of a crowded crowd will arise in his heart, but at the next moment, he will feel the dead silence around him, which makes his heart chill.

Even the two are not necessarily in conflict, the crowdedness and dead silence have achieved a strange unity in this darkness. The only thing left was the black leather shoes stepping on the stone slabs on the ground, bringing a hollow reverberation, even the sound carried a bone-chilling coolness.

Finally, the figure walked somewhere in the darkness. The black and red figure looked around, using those cold red pupils to look at the deep darkness around him, looking at the chaotic scenes, with an indifferent expression on his face.

"It's here."

Then the figure stopped at the end of the alley. This is his second time here. So he knew very well that there was a corner when he went further and turned left. It was here that he saved the little girl last time, and shot and shattered the [mirror] behind the corner.

That is the [door], the door leading to the deepest part of the fog.

"..."

But last time there was pollen affecting the girl, this time nothing came out to "affect" him.

He was rejected, or rather... daunted.

"Is no one out to entertain guests?"

So the visitor spoke loudly to the darkness. The content of the words seemed to be provocative. But the deep alley was still silent, without any response, and those flickering white shadows were only floating in the distance, and countless eyes in the shadows were watching here, but there was no movement.

"Looks like I'm going to come by myself."

The visitor's words were mocking, and he took out a cosmetic mirror from his pocket. Slightly took a breath, and slowly raised it in front of her.

It is said that there will be mist falling in the corner of the night in Xuejian Ze, and wishing like that mist may come true, but there is also primitive fear wandering in the mist, and behind the fear is a forbidden door. That door leads to a mysterious place called [Hidden], which can only be opened by following specific rules and methods. This method may be a specific route, a specific sentence, or a...

specific action.

Don't look in your [eyes] at two-thirty in the morning.

Seeing that Shenxiu slowly raised his eyelids, his eyes gradually touched his pale neck and chin, his grinning lips, and his raised nose... Finally, the firmness and the crazy and distorted [see Shenxiu] in the mirror——

Each other [looks at each other].

In the next second, in Jian Shenxiu's line of sight, a massive amount of dense fog suddenly swarmed up at a speed beyond human comprehension, filling the entire field of vision of the world.

Immediately afterwards.

The sky and the earth are overturned, and the sun and the moon are reversed.

The world in front of him suddenly changed.