I felt like I was going to die.

12/21/17, Wanghai City.

It was already half past two in the morning, and the winter night was always filled with a hint of gloom.

I lay on my back on the cold asphalt, my brain dizzy, and my bones felt like they were falling apart. I tried to get up from the ground, but I found that my left shoulder seemed to be dislocated, and it was limp on the ground, unable to exert any strength.

I tried to move my body a little, and there was a sharp pain in my left rib, which looked like a fracture.

I shook my head slightly, trying to clear myself up, but the sharp pain in my shoulders and ribs almost made me faint.

I closed my eyes tightly, stabilized my emotions for a moment, and then turned my head with all my strength to take a look around me. A dilapidated black sedan overturned less than five meters from me, with glass shards and plastic shards strewn all around, apparently in a car accident.

Yes, I remembered, I had a car accident, and almost at the same time, a huge sense of fear hit me - what was that?!

The story begins with the beginning.

My name is Wu Zheng, I am 25 years old, a Scorpio man, single, and currently a character artist at an independent game studio.

At two o'clock this morning, I dragged my tired body out of the office building, driving alone in my second-hand Hyundai, which I had just bought a few days ago, on a suburban road far from the city center. Working overtime until the early hours of the morning for half a month in a row made my spirits a little sluggish.

His eyes stared blankly ahead, and there was not a single empty highway on either side, and on either side were the excavated fields under development, and there was not a single light in the dark. It's as if only my headlights can make some light in the whole world.

I yawned a little sleepily. Who knew that it was this ordinary yawn that directly led to the occurrence of all the subsequent stories.

When I opened my eyes after yawning, I could clearly see a white figure standing less than five meters in front of my car. Under the dazzling light of the car's high beams, this figure, dressed in a white dress and with long black hair covering most of his face, just turned sideways, standing there quietly, without any intention of dodging.

I didn't have time to think about it, so I instinctively slammed on the brakes while slamming the steering wheel to the side. The car went crazy, with a screech of brakes, crashed into the roadside fence, and then the whole car soared diagonally into the air - time seemed to slow down all of a sudden, and I could feel the weightlessness of that moment, and the front windshield shattered into pieces of slag scattered everywhere. At the same time, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a strange scene that I will never forget.

The white figure who had caused me in the car accident slowly turned its face to my side. I could clearly see that underneath her long hair was a woman's face without a trace of blood, and a faint purple-cyan glow from her pale complexion—like the fart and strands that my father had been whipped with a broom all day long when I was a child. The owner of that face, looking at me with her empty eyes, gave me a strange smile, and then disappeared.

Time seemed to return to normal speed once again, and the car tumbled forward for a few weeks before crashing into the roadside fence and coming to a stop, and I was thrown out of the cab and hit the hard asphalt.

Although it is not the depths of winter, I can clearly feel that the heat in my body is constantly losing while lying on the asphalt road. I didn't wear my jacket because of the warm air in the car, and I was wearing a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt on top, not even a coat and pants. Little by little, the cold was eating away at my body – and to make matters worse, I was gradually losing the pain in my shoulders and ribs.

Although it made me feel better, I guess it was probably a sign that I was about to freeze, or even a symptom of internal bleeding... Is the pain going away? Am I going to die?

The dizziness in my head was getting stronger and stronger, and I had to close my eyes to suppress the feeling. I found that after closing my eyes, this feeling of dizziness became even stronger, and I even began to feel a little nauseous.

I tried to open my eyes, but it was a blur, and it was over, and my vision began to drift.

I didn't expect my short life to end like this, if this was a novel, I guess only Youyou Baishu would open like this......

Just as I was thinking, I felt a light hit my face, and I looked in that direction, and the bright light pierced my eyes. But I could barely make out that two men were running briskly towards me, one of them shining a flashlight in my face.

Great, I can't die—the thought crossed my mind, and I rolled my eyes and fainted.

When I woke up again, I was lying in a hospital bed, the sun shining through the curtains on my face, the white ceiling above my head, and all around—no!!!! I sat up from my bed and looked around in bewilderment!

I'm not right, it's not that the ceiling is wrong, the ceiling is indeed white.

Rather, why am I in my bedroom????

And why am I able to sit up????

Why doesn't my shoulder hurt? Why don't I have bandages on my body?

I reached out and patted my body, and found that there was no injury on my body at all, my shoulder could move, and there was no pain or itching anywhere else. Looking around, there is a bedroom of more than ten square meters, a messy double bed, a large wardrobe, a computer desk, a computer, the quilt is still the quilt, the ashtray is still the ashtray.

Pushing open the bedroom door, the layout in the living room is also familiar, the kitchen and bathroom have been checked one by one, and I finally concluded that this is really the house I rented, and there is no problem at all.

I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom in a daze, looking at myself in the mirror with a confused face, my mind was in a mess, could it be that everything I experienced last night was a dream? could there be such a real dream? I gently stroked my shoulder, I still clearly remember the feeling of lying on my stomach and not using strength, the feeling of dislocation. Last night's car accident, yes!

Something suddenly occurred to me, and I slammed open the door and rushed out of the room, taking the elevator to the first floor. When I went out and turned left, as soon as I looked up, I was completely stupid...

My second-hand Hyundai is now parked in perfect condition where I usually park.

I was stunned for a moment, and I couldn't help but twist my thigh hard, and nothing happened except that it hurt me so much that I jumped high.

It seems that I am not dreaming now, so what happened last night?? Even if it is a dream, I must at least remember how to get home, how to go to bed, how to dream, right?

I felt like I needed to calm down, and I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out my cigarette, only to touch my own ass, stock, balls, and ass.

I'm really a DJ, I just wore a pair of underwear and pants and came down????

It's good to die, the sun is still good today, and it's not cold outside at all, otherwise I'll have to freeze back as soon as I run out of the building.

I dodged the strange looks of several aunts and uncles around me, and ran into the elevator in a gloomy manner.

I took the elevator back to the ninth floor and came to the door, and I was dumbfounded again. I didn't take the key...

As a last resort, I knocked on the door of the neighbor's eldest sister, who saw my current appearance from the cat's eye and said that she would not open the door for me.

I said eldest sister, you don't have to open the door for me, you can help me call the master who picks the lock, and my key is left at home.

After a while, the locksmith came, and this uncle had to show me the house lease contract and ID card to unlock the lock, otherwise how could I prove that I was not a thief?

I said, Master, have you ever seen a thief come out to steal something in the winter, and he wears a pair of pants? He even called the locksmith to help pick the lock? Uncle also had fun with me, maybe this can appear real and make it easier to hide people's eyes. Emma, my uncle, it's a shame that you don't write novels for your imagination.

Tossing and turning, I was in a hurry, and said this way, when I first moved in, a police officer came to log in to my information, you can call him, and let him prove it.

The locksmith said that this was indeed a solution, so he called the police station. After a while, two policemen came to help me prove it.

It's still two girls.

Oh, I'll go, this time I'm kind of even-, I stood naked on the side, watching the lock-picking uncle humming and opening the lock, while talking to the two policewomen, I guess they already know each other in their usual work. These two female policemen, one is young and the other is a little older, and they didn't leave after checking the information for me, so they just stood there and said to the lock-picking uncle Balabala, and looked at me from time to time. And why can I see a figure in the cat's eye on the other side of the door!

How I wish everything that happened last night was true, then at least I would be lying in a hospital bed and receiving warm care and sympathy - not like now, being visited by an uncle and two half-members of the opposite sex like a pervert.

Why is it half? Isn't there another one across the door?

Half an hour later, I sat on the bed in my bedroom, took out a Hongta Mountain, lit it, and took a deep breath.

My emotions had gradually calmed down, and I thought carefully about the dream I had last night - I was more inclined to have it than it was, after all, everything in reality proved that what I saw was false, except for my memories...

That dream is so real, except for one thing, the thing that suddenly appears and disappears, like a female ghost...

Huh~~~ When I think of that bruised face, I can't help but shudder, that thing looks so scary.

After thinking about it for a while, I didn't feel like I had a clue. I took out my phone and glanced at the time, it was already past nine o'clock, and I was bound to be late today. As soon as I think of the director's greasy and fat face, I can't help but feel a chill, I hope I don't get bumped into by him when I enter the company. I pressed the cigarette butt in my hand into the ashtray and walked out of the bedroom door, but suddenly I noticed something, turned around and walked back, and when I looked down, the ashtray seemed to be a little wrong—

Among the large pile of yellow cigarette butts, one of the cigarette butts is white.