The clock strikes midnight,
The full moon hangs high,
There are ghosts and monsters wandering in the deserted streets.
The lonely shadow of the distant mountains is long, and the shadow returns to the alley for a long time.
The lights of thousands of houses were turned off, and in the only light in the quiet alley, there was someone standing next to him. He had a good figure, his ink clothes were trimmed with blue edges, and his sleeves were flying.
Slowly taking off the mask, a calm female voice sounded:
"Next, listen to their stories."
In the shadow of the corner, there are green light spots floating and floating, like will-o'-wisps wandering in the tomb.
Creepy.