A person was lying at her feet in the dim alley.
Song Yi instantly took several steps back, a chill rising from the soles of her feet.
The sticky feeling underfoot made Song Yi look with panic towards Tang Si, who had caught up.
The evening wind blew coldly, the scent of blood intensely permeating the air.
Tang Si immediately sensed something was wrong.
"Don't be afraid." The man's voice was steady, pulling her behind him with one hand.
Tang Si crouched down, took out his phone, and the flashlight illuminated the person lying on the ground.
It was a middle-aged man, about 30 years old.
Blood flowed from his head, and Tang Si frowned, looking at the wall beside him where a nail protruded.
On the man's forehead were several obvious nail holes.
It was clear that the man had deliberately struck the nail with his head.
Song Yi felt a chill all over and her scalp tingling, not knowing if it was the scene before her or the night wind.
