Rustling!

The wind rose, blowing on the old man's clothes, and let out bursts of screams like the wailing of wild ghosts, desolate people's hearts. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It may have been a long time, but this time the old man felt that it didn't take long for the house to appear in front of him. He looked around, and it was quiet, as if there was nothing, but it seemed to be a little too calm.

Old man Zhang didn't plan to be rash, so he rushed into the house to wait for time, but found a secluded mountain wall, and sat down.

So far, there is still no clue, although it has been speculated that this may be the first two months of the incident. But he hadn't seen the villagers who had been playing out the deaths during this time.

Is the direction wrong?

Old man Zhang fished his head, sighed weakly, and at the same time remembered the wall calendar again, and the men who represented time, May 4th. But if so, what is the situation now?

What if everything hasn't started yet?

Stunned, this idea suddenly popped up, and then instantly occupied Old Man Zhang's entire brain. It's like the image in a videotape, but it's always on pause, or even before it's playing?

The video tape and the camera, both of which had been identified by Old Man Zhang in previous encounters, were likely to be the key to this strange realm.

Now, if this time period is similar to what is recorded in a videotape, it is possible to pause the state of "playback", or even if it is inside a certain videotape, it is not impossible.

The surroundings were still, as if everything had stopped, as if they were ruthlessly answering this question in Old Man Zhang's heart. There was a little cold around him, so he couldn't help but tighten his body, he looked around, if it was really as he guessed, then how should this suspended time period work?

Wait, maybe you can indeed usher in a new day, but that day may never get a real clue, and it will always linger in the same day. Even this day is out of time.

After all, the previous encounter is vivid, although there was the appearance of that man, but what Old Man Zhang cared about more was that village. There was nothing left in the whole village, as if it had been abandoned for decades.

No, maybe it's not that it's been abandoned for decades, but from the beginning, nothing existed there, not even any ghost, because it didn't start yet.

It's not so much what they're doing, it's more about what they're waiting for, waiting for time to turn. So, what was that man, and what was something that followed him at that time?

The man and the thing around him, the camera and the camera in the dark, I don't know where it is, maybe the most important phototape. And finally there was the village, and the two diaries they had found in the warehouse and in that room, and the wall calendar.

At this moment, Old Man Zhang has all the clues. However, it looked a little messy, which made the old man Zhang's head big for a while, and a wry smile appeared on his pale cheeks, but he couldn't figure out anything.

But if the whole village is suspended, what are the conditions for time to run again?

Stunned, Old Man Zhang couldn't help but suddenly think of something, and at the same time, this is the only thing he can find a little connection now. He looked up and glanced at the house in front of him. At night, the house seemed a little cold, and the dark environment also made the whole house extremely depressing, and I don't know what it was suppressing.

But if there's something worth trying your luck right now, then maybe that calendar is the best thing to look for. And as the place where he first came here, maybe there was something different there.

Each page on the wall calendar represents the passage of the day, so what happens if the paper on the wall calendar is torn off?

After a burst of vigilance, Old Man Zhang stood up slowly, and there was some majesty around him, which was terrifying. He glanced faintly at the village below the mountain, but it became more strange in the haze, and he didn't know what was hidden in the dark.

After thinking for a while, Old Man Zhang didn't plan to continue waiting, waiting in this kind of place was the most fatal test. Although entering the house and tearing off the paper on the wall calendar may hide some crisis, it is better than waiting aimlessly.

The surroundings were a little quiet, and it was so cold that he was suffocated, and the strange light of the moon in the sky hit the earth, although it kept the surroundings from completely falling into darkness, but at the same time, it also gave Old Man Zhang a feeling, as if it was like a pair of eyes, monitoring his every move.

Old man Zhang shuddered, staring at the house not far away, and at the same time vigilant to every move around him. One step may have been difficult, but in the end, Old Man Zhang took that step.

Because he was close, he didn't take many steps before he came to the door of the house. Although the breeze around was a little cold, it was not as cold as the ghosts, but Old Man Zhang didn't dare to be careless.

He looked at the door, and there was nothing superfluous on the rough façade, and it was a little too normal to be clean. The gate was not completely closed, hanging to reveal a small gap, and the inside of the gap was pitch black. It's like there's something hidden.,It's a little depressing.。

Old man Zhang didn't rush in directly, but first took out a flashlight and shone it into the house, and only after finding nothing did he reach out and slowly push it towards the door.

Squeak~!

With a cold touch, the door slowly opened. At night, the whole room looked a little hazy, and Old Man Zhang was nervous, but he didn't plan to stay longer, and walked directly towards the room where the wall calendar was found.

Because I had experience beforehand, I was familiar with the structure of the house, and there were not many things in the house, so it was naturally more convenient. So soon, he was in that room.

The room was small and not very well furnished, and although all the corners were clean, it smelled of depression, and I don't know what it portended. But now Old Man Zhang didn't want to think so much, and came directly to the wall calendar.

The wall calendar is a little yellow, and on the vicissitudes of life, there are still only a few words left - May 4. The paper hangs silently, as if it will never change.

But what happens if you tear the paper off?