“靠靠靠，谁他娘的往这里塞纸条啊！”我后脖颈子发凉，但手里捏着的东西实在太像线索，硬着头皮把脸凑过去。

一张皱巴巴的纸条，字写得歪歪扭扭，像是用指甲刮在油腻腻的墙面上抠下来的。借着远处摇曳的灯光，勉强能辨认出几个字：“速走，此地有古怪！”

我皱着眉头，把纸条翻过来背面，除了点污渍啥也没有。喂！搞什么啊这是？明知故犯是吧？故意整我？这年头装大佬容易，装到被人当真，连送死都带着虔诚，这谁顶得住啊！

“古怪？”我这社畜脑袋飞速运转，脑子里划过无数部剧里的情节——诅咒、陷阱、怨灵？还是说……这根本就是个骗局，故意把我骗进这种鬼地方的，等会儿就捅个穿帮剧，看我怎么收拾他！

“呵，跟我斗？”我冷哼一声，把纸条塞进口袋，拍了拍身上的灰，决定反其道而行之。既然要装大佬，就不能让人看穿。 chunks of light dancing through the gloom as the wind howled through the old city streets. The scene was straight out of a horror movie, but I, with my oversized coat and nonchalant demeanor, was walking through it like I owned the place.

A group of teenagers, dressed in flashy clothes, were loitering nearby. They noticed me and exchanged glances, their eyes narrowing as if I were a rival trying to take over their turf. Without warning, one of them stepped forward, blocking my path.

"Hey, you," he sneered, crossing his arms. "What's with all the drama? Trying to be a tough guy?"