"Crows..." Liu Hui felt increasingly uneasy.
At the sound of the crows, the man couldn't help trembling. "I was right, I was right! Do you see? They... those things have already set their sights on you!"
"You'll all be taken away, you..."
Finally, someone had had enough of the man's twitchy behavior. Ouyang Huanbin stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar. "Are you done yet? I don't give a damn about what happened to your fiancée. Tell me, what exactly are those things you keep talking about?!" Wan Ming had died on their very first night there, and in such a bizarre way. He was incredibly on edge.
"Caw—caw—"
The crows' cries grew urgent, as if they were clamoring for someone's death. "Look!" Bai Xiaojie stared up at the sky and couldn't help crying out.
Dozens, even hundreds of crows had landed on the surrounding buildings and tall trees, looking down at them. Even stranger, they could actually make out a trace of malice in the crows' eyes.
"Ah!"
Taking advantage of Ouyang Huanbin's momentary distraction, the man sank his teeth into his hand, then snatched up the missing-person flyer and ran into the nearest alley. His movements made him seem like a completely different person.
By the time everyone chased after him, he had vanished.
Ouyang Huanbin had bite marks on his hand. He squeezed hard, and blood seeped out. "When I catch him, I'll knock every last tooth out of his mouth..." He started to chase after the man.
"Don't." Jiang Zhao was more experienced than the others. He peered into the depths of the alley, which ran between two buildings. Even in broad daylight, it felt gloomy inside. Charging in recklessly could lead to trouble.
They couldn't help feeling disappointed that their lead had gotten away.