The dim light stared at me with cold eyes. The passing car was stuck with a scream of dead evil spirits, I held a long shadow and stepped on the cement that still had the heat of the day. Ground, crossing the road where vehicles are running, I am not sure if those who pass by me also have warm breathing. The weird pictures that keep popping up in their heads instantly turn into thousands of white hands Attacking me, I ran wildly, stumbled in the black river of fear, opened my mouth and wanted to call for help but couldn’t name anyone.
During the struggle of the soul, I finally arrived at the familiar black tall building
When I entered the gate of the community, a strange woman walked opposite me Come here, why is she weird? Because I’ve never seen anyone who can wear a pair of high-heeled shoes that I recognize is very high and can walk smoothly without moving knee joints. The woman is very young and long and is delicate, with appropriate light makeup on her face. But it gives people a feeling of stiff and lifelessness. The long diagonal stream blocks half of the eyes, half-length hair is scattered on the shoulders, and she is wearing a plum red see-through tulle with a black sling inside. She was wearing a pair of white hot pants, her white thighs were exposed to the yellow light, and she stepped on a pair of black high-heeled shoes. She was holding a black bag in her hand. The bag was not big, and she didn’t know what she was carrying. It always felt round shape! I am not tall, and the woman is much taller than me. When the two pass by, I can’t help but look up. The woman’s head is still looking forward, but a weird smile is pulled up on her stiff cheeks. The deadly white face was strange. The woman seemed to notice that I was looking at her. Her half black eyeball hidden in the flowing sea suddenly turned to my direction. The frequency of my heartbeat almost broke through the wall, and quickly accelerated a few steps to get away from the woman. The moment I staggered, I smelled a sweet smell. I turned my head and saw that the woman had left the community. The straight back and the regular clatter of high-rooted shoes gradually faded away. I stood at the gate of the community and stared at the woman closely. The figure of a woman is crossing the road, and the vehicle is driving towards the woman but passing by her side. At this time, an ordinary black car passes through the woman’s body, and the woman disappears in the middle of the road along with the speeding car. When the car passed through the woman’s body flashed across her head, the woman suddenly turned her body to me and put her index finger on her lips.
Panicked and turned around and ran towards the bedroom. The trees beside the road were thrusting into the soil with their teeth and claws, as if it could penetrate the body of passersby and devour a soul when the wind rose. Because I ran too fast, I accidentally fell to the ground, groaned and got up, took out my phone and looked at my knees, damn it, the skin was broken, and the blood was spreading around my knees at an extremely fast speed. After a while, the mobile phone brighter than the street light was lying on the ground. Before I had time to pick it up, I lowered my head to pick it up. At this moment, something not far from the mobile phone attracted my eyes, and the white light on the mobile phone was illuminated by a person. Lying there with his little finger, a few sticky blood flowed out from the short position,I screamed and ran to the bedroom frantically. There was no one under the building. I stood
waiting for the elevator anxiously at the elevator entrance, venting heat toward the elevator corridor! Finally, the elevator door opened slowly like a dying old man, walked in and pressed the floor. When the slowly closed elevator door was about to close, it opened strangely to both sides. I quickly flashed out of the elevator and looked around. There was no one, only the cold walls and the cold lights. At this time, the elevator was slowly closing. I had to gritted my teeth and pushed open until the central door walked in. The elevator slowly rises in a quiet and narrow space. Here, when I heard my slightly rapid breathing, I sensitively caught a trace of weirdness, so I quietly pricked up my ears and listened carefully. Strangely, people’s breathing sounds like a breath, but what I hear is Two breaths and one breath, hold your breath gently, after a breath, I heard a faint breathing coming from beside me. At this time, my whole body was stiff, but my head became clear and gradually adjusted Breathe to calm itself down, and prevent it from discovering that I have noticed its existence, time seems to be walking slowly here, sweat has been
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wetted The clothes. The elevator stopped suddenly when it was on the fourteenth floor and slowly opened. I opened my eyes wide in surprise as I watched as they walked in
A group of men and women of all colors who came chatting with each other
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My name is Song Qijian. I am 20 years old this year. I am an ordinary office worker who has just graduated. I live a regular life every day.
And I have a habit. When the sun shines through the window and fills my bed every day, I get up and finish the painting exercises that I have to do every day as if I get a hint. Go to Work.
I really like to turn the wonderful lines into beautiful pictures. My works are different every day. Maybe it was a small wild flower swaying in the wind yesterday, but today it is a plant. The tall tree that grows on the silent wasteland in a forest will probably be a red shoe falling in the rain tomorrow. Whenever I put aside all thoughts and draw them carefully, I always feel a mysterious power hidden in those intertwined lines waiting for me to open it, and my paintbrush is the key.
Until one day an unfamiliar picture appeared in my world, I couldn’t help reshaping it on drawing paper, what I saw was a fuzzy man’s face, messy The lines can vaguely recognize a man with deep facial features, as if his mind was shrouded in a faint mist.
From that day on, all my pictures were filled with the man’s ambiguous face, but no matter I painted hundreds or thousands, I couldn’t see the man’s true face. I was crazy. Want to tear the veil, but in vain.
No matter how eagerly I want to get rid of this headache, I have to eat, so IYou must go to work to continue to explore and solve this difficulty.
Just this morning, I was tortured by a man to the verge of collapse. I angrily threw my paintbrush from the high building, screaming and tearing up all the paintings, and then no head He closed the door back and left the shredded paper in the room to go to work.
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I remember that I worked overtime today and came back very late. Where should I be at the moment?
I was thinking about this problem, and the thoughts that suddenly broke into my head stayed in the moment when the shredded paper was flying, my body was empty, but my head felt filled with ice water, stiff The pain cuts my willpower.
When I opened my eyes, all the pictures quickly turned into bubbles and disappeared. I was standing in the elevator with the elevator door open. A group of men and women who looked like working and talking and walking into the elevator, I leaned in the elevator He drew a distance from them.
The elevator door slowly closed, and I took a look. There are eleven people in total, five women, and six men, wearing high-end white-collar clothing, some of them face back Some of them talked to each other, and some stood silently. No one paid attention to me in the corner. (Uncle Ghost: www.guidaye.com/ please keep the reprint!)
I look at the rising numbers of the elevator, and feel unusually slow.
Suddenly, the pale light above my head suddenly went out, and the elevator creaked and stopped in place. I heard women’s screams and men’s suppressed gasps. Someone was crazy. Press the elevator button, and the elevator door stuck in there motionlessly.
I hugged my head and squatted in the corner. The lacrimal glands quickly secreted a lot of fluid. I wanted to scream, but my throat hurts like a sting. The cold feeling of helplessness swallowed me.
At this time, a pair of icy hands encircled me from behind and took my hand.
I want to break free, but my body is already stiff, I closed my eyes, trembling lips, and asked in a low voice: “Who?”
The hands are still Holding me stubbornly, then a warm body pressed against my neck, and my breath floated over the back of my neck. Amid the noisy crying, I heard three words from a man’s low, magnetic voice: “Song Qijian.”
I was shaking my body and struggling to break away from the man’s confinement. The man didn’t do much entanglement, and easily let go of me, but when I got up, it covered my ears again. “Song Qijian, you can’t escape, we are connected to life and death!”
As soon as the voice fell, it disappeared like a wind blowing over a lake. I took away the room full of screams and flustered footsteps, leaving the empty cold wind into my body.
I took out the mobile phone in my bag, a small area of light was illuminated by a light, I looked around