Chapter 347 The Missing Left Eye

November 19, 2015, 3:57 in the morning.

Dongling Road, Old Town, Vegetable Market.

Blood was flowing in the cracks of the black tiles, washing away the original color over and over again.

The extremely fishy smell was emanating from the fish shop and was blown far away by the wind.

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

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

The knife with a rusty handle was firmly grasped in the man's hand. As the knife flashed, silver fish scales splashed on his apron and the ground.

The dead fish stared wide-eyed, witnessing the tragic scene of being skinned and boned before the morning light came.

The man had long gray hair, and his bangs covered his left eye. He looked a little handsome, but he was a little older, with wrinkles on his face. The cigarette in his mouth dropped ash from time to time as the knife was swung.

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

"Bang, bang, bang!"

It took him three minutes to scrape the scales, remove the internal organs, cut into fish fillets, and pour them into a big red plastic bucket.

After kicking with his boots, the man shouted without looking back:

"Erzi, put it on, change the bucket."

"Okay, master."

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

He did not leave with empty hands, and his eyes fell on the figure at the entrance of the fish shop.

This man has a very strange appearance, wearing a black windbreaker, with waist-length black hair, wearing a mask and leaning on a cane, and it is very inconvenient to move.

He has been smoking at the door, staring at the master who kills fish. There are more than ten cigarette butts under his feet, but he does not speak or leave.

He had asked half an hour ago, but got no answer, so he felt even more strange, so he spoke.

"Sir, what are you doing..."

"Bang!"

The fish-killing man chopped the knife into the fish board with force, and the cigarette at the corner of his mouth finally finished smoking, and the long ash fell into the plastic bucket he had just brought.

"Erzi, I won't do business today, let's go, I'm going out to do something."

The man was the type of person who was vigorous and resolute in speaking and doing things, and he didn't care that Erzi hadn't reacted yet, and he had already pulled off his leather apron.

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

Erzi was still in a daze. He looked at the back of the master leaving, and saw the long-haired man also leaning on a crutch, following closely behind.

He couldn't help scratching his head and muttered:

"Is the master going to the bar again... Is it too early to go 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 didn't walk fast.

Crossing the streets and alleys, in the wind and snow, the two walked one after the other for more than half an hour.

The sky was getting light.

Finally, after turning many corners, the man walked into a bar.

The long-haired man stopped to look at the sign of the bar, which was called "Demon", which means "devil".

The location of the Devil Bar was very remote, and the entrance looked very shabby, with only a small door.

There was also a rolling door, blocking half of the small door, as if it was unwilling to open to the public. Just looking at the facade, you can tell that it is old.

The long-haired man shook his head slightly, and then followed him in.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a long straight road, which is extremely dark. There is only a wall lamp in the middle of the dozens of meters long road.

Of course, you will not get lost with just this one road.

And when you walk deeper, the long-haired man finally realized that there is a different world here.

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

The bar, of course, must have music.

The music played here is a song from an album of a foreign band, the Devil Band.

It is called "The Lost Hell".

The long-haired man did not recognize this song, but it 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 down the long corridor, there is a huge open hall.

The main color is dark red, matched with the depressing black. There are almost no lights, but there are really many people.

Even though it is already early in the morning, there are still hundreds of people gathered here.

Everyone is gathered on a high platform in the center of the bar. The square platform of more than ten square meters is like an octagonal cage.

A charming woman, releasing a white body that glows in the dark, lies in an octagonal cage covered with red petals.

Like dead, but not dead.

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

But it was not a human head. It looked very strange in shape. With the color tone and melancholy darkness here, it was really weird like the head of a devil.

"Roar!!!!"

As the song "Lost Hell" reached its climax, the hoarse and roaring voice of the man in the song came out, and the atmosphere in the whole bar reached its climax.

In the most eye-catching octagonal cage, the woman's clothes, which were not even enough for a tablecloth, were torn off by one third again.

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

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

The vibration of the mechanism, the woman's painful moan, the violent music, and the roar of the men in the stands were like red petals flying like blood.

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

"Why is this atmosphere comparable to the supernatural power that can interfere with my emotions..."

"Does it sound good?"

Just as the long-haired man stopped to watch, the fish-killing man took the initiative to walk to his side with two glasses of wine in his hand and asked hoarsely.

"It doesn't sound good."

"I don't think it sounds good either."

"Then why do you come here every day?"

"I come here for a purpose, just like you."

The fish-killing man sat at the farthest position from the stands, holding a glass of wine and taking a sip. The madness around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. He was just a spectator, unaffected by anything.

"Your name is Ji Li, right?"

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

"Why would the famous Gao Yan, Captain Gao, fall to the point of killing fish?"

Ji Li's words made Gao Yan, the former legend of the police force and the captain of the criminal investigation team fifteen years ago, look a little lonely.

The pent-up anger of the past fifteen years seemed to finally come out of his mouth, and Gao Yan drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

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 trace of sadness of the passage of time appeared on his slightly vicissitudes of life, and his left eye covered by gray hair was exposed.

His left eye was gone.

But it was not blind, not dug out, not injured, but...

dead!