"What!"

Behind him, five voices rang out at the same time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info In the cold environment, the voice revealed the incredulous expressions of the five people at the same time. The strange atmosphere also made the distance between them much closer to each other.

At this time, Summer gritted his teeth and was silent for a long time, as if he finally remembered, he suddenly turned over the paper of his mobile phone.

The paper had been folded so many times that he had turned it over five or six times before he finally saw what was inside. A completely faded photograph, lying quietly in the center of a paper covered in handwriting.

The handwriting also faded, and in the faint color, an ancient charm came out, stimulating everyone's hearts.

Summer frowned and reached out to pick up the photo. The cold touch takes away everyone's sight, and the bright light of the mobile phone renders the whole photo bright.

The photograph is a one-inch headshot, and the rough picture has become seriously unclear due to severe fading and the erosion of time.

However, I can still vaguely see the outline of the person in the photo, but at most I can only know that he is a man, and I don't even know his age, but I just know that it will definitely not be an old man.

Whether this photo was left by Nuo Yuanyuan's brother or not, no one will know, because the blurry picture has long been unrecognizable. Summer retracted his gaze, glanced behind him again, and handed the photo to Nuo Yuanyuan, as for the reason, of course everyone knows.

However, unfortunately, Nuo Yuanyuan could only shake his head and said, "I can't see clearly!"

Also right...!

Everyone, think about it. Even if Nuo Yuanyuan really remembers. With the photo so blurry, it's a bit difficult to identify the person in the photo. And even more so now?

"That's it! Let's see what's written on this piece of paper! ”

In the end, Summer could only shake her head and say. Behind him, everyone else nodded in agreement.

The handwriting was faded, but it was barely legible. The faint color is very chic, and it is clear that the writer writes quite well. But. That's not what they're focused on, what they want to know most now is what it's about.

"November 8th. Qing: Everything is cloudless, and the hard day with my co-workers has finally come to an end, and I can get off work with peace of mind! ”

Silence in the environment. Summer finally read out a sentence. Of course. That sentence must be, the content on the waste paper.

And this, as they guessed, was a diary. The rows of dates are followed by only a brief introduction to the experience of the person who wrote the diary on this day.

However, the days of the diary are not consecutive. Because below, there is basically no one that is connected.

November 11th. Cloudy: It's also a good day today, there is no sun. Our work isn't so hard anymore.

On November 17th, I have been working for a long time, although it is a little hard, but I have friends who meet together and have a good time every day...

November 22nd...

.........

The six of them have been watching it, but there is no nutritious content, and it is just a record of some simple daily life. Although there are occasional references to late-night gossip, the writer apparently thinks that it is just his own delusion, as well as everyone else.

I read them one by one, until the last one on this page, and the cold sentences revealed an atmosphere that suffocated them...

Why did that happen, they said it was an accident, but what did I see at the time? Why do those grimaces appear around the rebar the moment the rebar breaks?

Yes, they must have done it. They are the ones who gossip every night, and they finally can't help it and want to take action against us!

The long sentence is particularly cold. The handwriting was much more scribbled than before, and even the date that had always been in front of me was forgotten to be written.

And Fang Ming and they all understood that all things were also bounded by this day. From this day on, the Realm really unfolded to these workers.

But why didn't you start shooting until now? Is it really just the "ghost" who can't help it? All the gossip in the past was just to drive the workers out of this place?

No one spoke, no one wanted to speak. The surroundings were quiet and almost weird, without any sound, and all of them had a deep sense of depression in their hearts.

After a long silence, Summer finally took a deep breath and turned the paper in his hand over. Because at the beginning, the other side wrapped around the photograph was also covered with handwriting, although it was much more blurry than this year.

However, since there are them, of course they won't, so they just do nothing. Let go of this clue. And as the summer action ended, they finally saw the content on the other side.

The blurry handwriting was completely illegible, and in the simple scribble, they could only roughly know that what was recorded should be what happened next. Only at the bottom, a small piece folded inside, is barely clear.

It is not known why, in that case, the writer still did not leave. Moreover, they were not in the mood to know now, and took a deep breath, although they continued to study, and the last part that could barely be seen clearly.

December 25th, Christmas, but it's all over. The iron head is dead, the big stick is gone, Mu Liang is also dead, just like me, they can all see that thing, is it me next?

However, I am not reconciled, why can I be able to see? Otherwise, I could have quit my job, just like other workers. I don't want to die yet, and if I do, what will she do?

After reading the last sentence, Summer couldn't help frowning. At this time, they also understood why in that case, the writer still did not leave. Because from those few simple words, it can be seen that there is no escape from seeing that thing.

They looked at it again, and perhaps mentioned it above, but because the handwriting was completely illegible, they could not know why the writer had not left in that case. Because even if he leaves, that thing will still find him!

Merely...

Summer suddenly felt like she was ignoring something. A cursory glance at the paper to find out what it was. However, he hadn't found it yet, and another voice behind him suddenly interrupted his movements. And that voice is.

"Wait, who is the last "she" who wrote this diary?! (To be continued.) )