Back in the studio, I moved a bench and sat at the door to borrow some "daylight". Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe more I think about it, the more I think it's not that simple. Although it is 4 o'clock in the afternoon, it is possible that most of the people are still stranded at the place of work, but many first-floor shops in the community who do business and local landlords who make a living by collecting rent, the so-called working hours are meaningless to him, even if it is a stormy day (it is estimated that there should be a typhoon landing), there will not be a single figure to be seen, right? Thinking back to the way by car, there was not a single car or person, and even in this weather, there were no lights on any floors, so that the whole city was like being abandoned, with sand and dust raging and lifeless.

Could it be that there was a disaster, and when I was alone at home, the government organized the safe transfer of the people? That's. American blockbusters don't have this speed. I had a vague sense of foreboding in my heart, but I didn't want to admit it: I felt as if I was isolated in another parallel space, just like "Silent Hill......

Hey, don't scare yourself, maybe there was a city-wide power outage on the day of the typhoon. Send a WeChat message to Wenya and ask what's going on, how are they doing there.

took out his mobile phone and edited WeChat and sent it over. After waiting for a while, no one replied.

Then I looked through the major groups, and it was unprecedentedly quiet, and all the chat records were as of 1 o'clock at noon.

It's better to call, it's faster. I dialed the elegant phone, and the receiver came with a "beep...... I stared at my phone intently at the sound of "......", and every "beep" was a suppression of my psychological defense. In the end, however, no one answered. I couldn't be reconciled, so I dialed N times repeatedly, and then I changed people and called again, and the result was an endless "beep...... Honk...... Toot ......".

I sat down and felt like I was really finished, I must have been trapped here by something. Now think about the taxi, how could it be such a coincidence, just when I was running. And the driver didn't say a word all the way, and finally left me alone, I'm afraid that it was that car that took me to some special place.

My body trembled and tears poured down my face.

What can I do now? I'm alone......

Thinking about the past, it was in this room that I watched "The Conjuring Series" late at night with Manji's father, watching "People Play Ghosts", I always shouted that I don't feel it anymore when I watch horror movies, no matter how terrifying the ghost is, I am used to staring at it for 5 seconds. Now, however, in every dark corner of the house, there may be a figure hiding a silent gaze on you, who will come out in a strange and what form they will take, slowly approaching you, or suddenly rushing over to the tip of your nose, or it will always be behind you......

I turned around suddenly!

Nothing.

What to do? What am I going to do?

I lit the flashlight on my phone, and slowly, cautiously, swept towards the darkness: Manji's father's tool cabinet, the tool wall, the tool cart leaning against the tool table, the vehicle hanging on the wall for maintenance, the door of the toilet, the glass cabinet for goods, the wooden sofa, the computer desk...... Sweeping around clockwise, I was ready for something to pounce on me at any moment. Simply, nothing happened. Unfortunately, I will continue to suffer from this fear, not knowing when it will be a head.

The loud sound of "Didi ......" pierces the eardrums! The heart almost rushed out of my throat.

It is a prompt sound that the phone is out of battery. I hurriedly got up and plugged my phone into the power cord left on the wall.

Hey, am I stupid, knowing that there is no electricity to pay back......

"Drip!" The phone actually started charging!

Got a call?

I quickly turned around and pressed the light switch on the wall. "Let's, let's, let's, let's!"

I pressed 2 back and forth, but nothing changed in the room.

I sat down slowly and looked up at the wall clock, which was getting darker and darker. I vaguely saw that the time was 5 o'clock.

No, I can't sit still, since there is no way out, there is nothing to be afraid of, the big deal is death. Just like last night, didn't you survive in the end? Perhaps, the real way to get yourself out of here is to meet "them".

I tidied up my clothes, picked a wrench from Manji's father's tool wall, left my phone here to charge, then took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and walked out.

It was already dark outside, and the sky couldn't tell if it was obscured by clouds or if it was already dark. It's October now, October in S City, and it's getting a little cooler in the morning and evening, around half past five, and the sky is getting darker. Obviously, it's not time to go completely dark.

The thunder had gradually dissipated, only in the distance, with occasional brightness.

I reached out and tested the wind, and it didn't seem to be as strong as it used to be. Now is the time! Without further hesitation, I tightened my collar and plunged headlong into the wind.

I'm going to take a look around the neighborhood first to see if there's anyone else. Although he didn't report any hope, he rushed to the outside world, the scope was too wide, and he didn't necessarily gain anything if he encountered unknowable dangers.

Having made up my mind, I decided to go around the community clockwise and do a planned investigation.

A wrench is a good thing, and when held in the hand, it gives a sense of security more than a mobile phone.

First stop: local shops.

At this point, I felt empty in my stomach. No one's shop is black-lit, but now the whole street and the whole neighborhood are black-lit, so my eyes have basically adapted to the night life, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

I'm glad I didn't hold my phone all the time and rely on that light source, otherwise I would never have been able to get out of that room.

I expertly found the biscuit and ham shelves, picked out my favorite, and then went to the freezer next to the front desk, grabbed a bottle of milk tea, and couldn't wait to eat it.

Roughly filled, I began to think, and I felt that my previous thoughts were still a little under-considered.

Now, if you walk clockwise according to the original plan, you have to pass by about 200 meters of lawn, opposite is a large family, aborigines, a small third floor with a single courtyard, and two large iron doors have been closed for a long time, blocking the outside world. I had hardly seen the door open, and I didn't know when the owner would come out, or what exit would be in the other direction of the courtyard. In short, this place is not worth exploring.

Further forward, there is the grain and oil store, which is almost collapsing. When Manji's father first moved to the community, he felt fresh, and wanted to feel the life of his fathers buying rice in the grain and oil store, and he also went to buy a bag of rice, but when he came back, he found that half of the bag was full of rice worms. This grain and oil store has hardly been in operation since then, and it has been abandoned and locked there all year round, so it should have little value.

Further on, there is a T-shaped intersection, where the "J" of the "Ding" leads to Xiao Xu's house, that is, it goes around a short circle and returns to the street where the studio and Xiao Xu's house are located.

If you continue to walk along the "Ding" side, there are several machine tool processing shops on the right-hand side, and there is also a row of lawns in front of the store.

"Manji......" Thinking of Manji, I only felt choked in my throat, and the last piece of bread in my mouth was difficult to swallow. No, I can't delay any longer, I need to find them as soon as possible. I stuffed two corn sausages in my pocket, grabbed another bottle of mineral water, grabbed a wrench, and hit the road.

I still have a little hope in my heart, although I think it is impossible, but without this hope, I am afraid that I will not be able to move an inch. I decided to go to the lawn of Manji Changla Baba to see if I could find some clues.

Along the way, I also sat down in my heart to confirm my previous thoughts, I should indeed be "isolated from the world". Now that the wind had stopped, the whole neighborhood could hear a pin drop quietly, and no other color could be seen except darkness.

I bent down and sniffed along the lawn of Manjira, but I didn't smell. Suddenly, I felt so funny, I was so funny, I smelled all the way, peed all the way, and then picked a place to turn around twice, squatted down and pulled, sometimes I had to look around, sometimes I smelled the flowers in front of me...... I couldn't help but laugh, and tears of laughter were about to come out.

"Didi......"

Suddenly, a familiar melody came from the empty quarter, which was very clear in the empty community.

That's the music of the snake......