Marvel, who rescued him? !

George and Harry spend a night searching for treasure across New York.

The speed and power of the Rift Girl's movements are simply too fast to be human.

Moreover, the criminal methods have been upgraded again. Gang members who went to the toilet hand in hand also died together in the alley. Now groups of gang members may also face attacks from rip girls.

The blood-stained scissors have taken away more than twenty lives.

The cases that are updated every day make people more afraid of the name of the cracked woman.

Yes, Rift Girl, a reporter from the Daily Bugle was the first to publish the video he bought at a high price, a picture captured by surveillance at the entrance of a store.

The picture is not clear and looks gray and dark.

In the dark night, a man passed by the parking lot and stood next to the car in front of the store. He peeked in secretly and looked around. After making sure that no one was around, he took out a long wire and started to pry the car window.

His methods are very professional. As for the Rift Man, in his opinion, it is a scam. The New York police teamed up with reporters to try to reduce the crime rate. A smart person like him will definitely not believe it.

There was no sound in the picture, and it was eerily quiet. The man tensed his body and looked around all the time, afraid of being discovered.

The screen flickers slightly and makes a "sizzling" sound. Combined with the weird atmosphere, people can't help but feel fear.

A woman wearing a mask, long hair shawl, and a coat suddenly walked out from under the surveillance screen, and quietly approached the man step by step, and walked behind the man.

One sentence echoed through the video in the ears of everyone watching.

"Am I... pretty?"

Her voice was cold and had a special magic power.

Everyone who hears this sentence can't help but feel fear, just like you feel the cold wind in the refrigerator, and when you look down, it's a human head blowing on your hand.

A chill passed through this question, and fear began to spread through the video.

It felt like my heart was being yanked hard with cold hands.

The man was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, his face turned pale, and he turned around in fear, looking at the slit girl who was looking down at him.

A pair of weird fox eyes just stared at him, making him wet his pants.

He wanted to retreat, but he couldn't. The car behind him blocked all his paths.

real! It's actually true! There is actually a serial murderer in New York at night.

He had never felt so regretful, regretting that he did not believe what the police said.

Only then did he notice that the cracked woman was holding a pair of blood-stained scissors.

The Slit Girl used it to cut off more than twenty faces. Just looking at it, she couldn't help but imagine it inserting it into her mouth.

Exhaling cold air from her mouth, the cracked woman repeated it again in a cold voice:

"Am I... pretty?"

The fear reached the extreme. His body was shaking like a sieve, and his pants soaked in urine were stuck tightly to his thighs. From warm to cold, the man nodded tremblingly and stammered: "Pretty... pretty... pretty... pretty."

Then, the cracked girl slowly took off her blood-stained mask, revealing her unique bloody mouth. She opened her mouth slightly, and her fine teeth were exposed to the air.

"Am I still...pretty like this?"

Although I don’t know what the man saw in the picture.

But his unspeakable horror can still be felt through the video.

It was like seeing the most terrifying picture in the world.

Even though he was scared to death, his will to live still defeated the fear in his heart. The coolness soaked into his body and mind, and he nodded repeatedly with his remaining consciousness.

"Pretty...pretty...beautiful...please...please...please...let...let...let me go."

The cracked woman lowered her jaw, as if she heard the satisfying answer, and a terrifying smile appeared on her lips.

"Then... let you become... as beautiful as me!"

The voice turned from cold to hoarse in an instant, like the howl of a demon. As he spoke, he pinched the man's neck, lifted him from the ground, and cut open the flesh with scissors. In just two seconds, the slit girl was left behind. The man, wailing in pain, put on a mask and turned around and left without hesitation.

After the video was played, Taylor, who had watched the first-person view scene, did not have any fluctuations in his expression. He even wanted to laugh a little. Because of the blurry picture, he felt that the essence of the shot was not captured at all.

The reporter was very smart and added scary music to the video to avoid being scary.

To the public, this horrific video does not look like reality, but more like scenes from a movie.

But precisely because he is reality, everyone feels unspeakable fear.

George and Harry were taking a nap in the hospital.

Yesterday afternoon, the man in the video survived. So far, he is the first and only survivor to survive the Crack Woman.

Of course, this may be related to the fact that the slit girl only cut his mouth.

Two hours later, George saw the injured man.

The cut wound has been sutured, and his mouth is wrapped with thick gauze. Blood stains can be faintly seen on the white gauze.

Although the man survived, his mental state was very bad.

At George's strong request, the doctor allowed the two to see him.

Two chairs were brought and sat in front of the man's hospital bed.

I saw a survivor with panicked eyes, evasiveness, and a muffled scream every time a nurse appeared.

Although the timing was not right, the two were still prepared to question the survivors.

After handing the other party a pen and paper, George took the lead in introducing himself:

"I'm Detective George Stacey from the New York Police Department, and this is my colleague Harry Clooney, and we have some questions for you."

George said as he showed his police badge.

Not resting for a day and a night left him with dark circles under his eyes and his condition was surprisingly poor.

After hesitating for a long time, probably because he did not want to meet the cleft woman again after being discharged from the hospital, the injured named Bill agreed to the inquiry.

"Yesterday, did you hear or see anything? You can tell me everything related to the murderer."

Harry, who was sitting in the chair next to him, fell asleep directly, while Bill also fell into painful memories.

To be honest, yesterday was the most painful day in his life.

Whenever I think about it now, it feels like I have fallen into an inescapable nightmare, and even my brain is tingling.

He picked up a pen and paper, drew a circle on the paper, and then drew a mouth that was split to the base of his ears, as well as a mouth full of fangs and a pair of weird eyes.

George was slightly startled after taking the painting. Is this the look of the slit woman that Bill saw?

Wouldn't it be more attractive to look like this? Why haven't you been caught yet?

So is she cutting out a smiling face like hers for each deceased person?

Instead of reducing the number of problems, they have become more numerous.

Through the gauze on Bill's face, he could imagine what Bill looked like now. After all, this was not the first time he had seen this kind of injury on a corpse.

Harry woke up with a casual slap.

"Yeah!!! What's wrong!"

Harry almost fell to the ground. He quickly steadied himself and reached for the pistol at his waist, looking around with a blank look on his face.

He thought about it at night and dreamed about it every day. He pursued the cracked girl all night, but during the day, she appeared in his dream and asked him from behind:

"Am I... pretty?"

Without waiting for his answer.

The slit girl turned around, but what Harry saw was that the back of her head was still full of hair, and she was rushing toward him with scissors in her hand.

"Then let you become as beautiful as me!"

Before he could smile again, George slapped him awake.

Looking at George again, he actually felt as close as a reborn parent.

Thank you, George, for saving my life.

Pushing Harry's face aside in disgust, he continued to ask:

"Do you think she chose you, or did she meet you?"