Chapter XXVIII

His head hurt a little, and there was nothing dangerous around, but Uncle Zhang didn't dare to be careless. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info He got out of bed and cautiously walked out of the bedroom, looking up from the rest of the world.

Over here.... Could it be the room inside the door?

He remembered that the door had been opened, and there had been a strange noise coming from inside the door.

However, when the somewhat cold door was completely opened, there was nothing like ghosts in his eyes.

Later, he had done a thorough investigation in that room, but he had made no additional discoveries, the only thing that was something out of the ordinary was the piece of paper.

That life diary that records some things!

However, in Old Man Zhang's memory, before he even had time to read the contents of the diary, it seemed that something had happened.

But what happened, now Old Man Zhang has no way of knowing, but he knows that after that, he will completely pass out.

He subconsciously touched his pocket, but it was empty, and there was no trace of the diary in the other corners of the room. In the dark, the diary seemed to have completely disappeared from Old Man Zhang's field of vision.

Could it all be because of that diary?

At this time, Old Man Zhang suddenly had an idea in his heart.

In fact, until this moment, he has not been able to figure out the current situation. All around, everything was different, and there was no weird environment that made him even more confused.

Shaking his head, he glanced around, although the impression of that room in his mind was still a little vague, but Old Man Zhang was still very sure that this was not that room.

So what the hell is this place?

He didn't have a clue, so he had no choice but to look for it in the room, hoping to get some clues.

The house is not big, there are only a few rooms, and the inside of the house is very empty, and all the corners are clear at a glance. Therefore, soon Old Man Zhang thoroughly checked the entire house, inside and out.

However, there was not much to gain, and the only thing that was wrong was a pair of hanging calendars.

Because the paper torn off in the diary is stopped at a delicate time period.

-- May 4th!

That is, the diary they had seen in the warehouse earlier, almost two months before the serial disappearances.

But is the calendar just forgotten by its original owner, or is it... Is this the day now?

From the environment outside the house, it can be seen that the answer seems to be the latter, and I don't know why, but at this time, Old Man Zhang is more willing to believe the latter.

As for why this is the case? Old man Zhang had no way of knowing, but in his intuition, he remembered the piece of paper again, the piece of paper that recorded his life diary without even giving him time to read it.

What if, instead of not reading to him, the way of reading is a little weirdly different?

If it was really that life diary, it brought him to this room during this time period. Is this even what the diary is about, and that's what the diary is in?

Everything in the Realm couldn't be handled by common sense, not to mention that he really couldn't find a better reason now. And the diary, perhaps, is the only way to read the contents in this weird way.

Either way, the answer seems to be out the door. If this was really two months before the spate of disappearances, then perhaps nothing had changed in the village at this time.

And, whether the speculations in his mind were true or not, he had to try his luck outside, and it was clear that nothing would go wrong by staying in this room all the time.

Through the window, I could see that it was almost noon outside, and the May day was a little hot. I don't know how the others are now, but if they're all in the same situation as him, it's possible that they'll meet here.

In this forgotten time!

When I went out, it was warm all around, but there was no other house to follow, and everywhere was empty and undulating, as if it were a mountain.

Although everything around him didn't seem to be abnormal, he was also wary of that heart, even if it was ordinary here, he didn't dare to forget the fact that this place was still inside the Strange Domain.

However, regardless of how true his previous guess was, this place was a little different than anything they had encountered before. Although the surroundings are ordinary as usual, a strangeness that can't be said at all is still full of Old Man Zhang's heart.

Perhaps, as they guessed, perhaps in the dark, some subtle changes are taking place in the entire dormitory, and those treacherous realms have been more or less affected.

But are these good or bad for them?

Shaking his head, Old Man Zhang decided to leave this issue for later consideration, and he didn't plan to delve into it. After all, they can only go back there if they completely crack this place, and everything is meaningless until then.

He exhaled deeply, then smashed his face with some vicissitudes of life and walked towards the foot of the mountain.

Although the surrounding area was empty and there were no houses, he could still see some scattered buildings at the foot of the mountain. He naturally knew in his heart that maybe it was the one they had found in the warehouse, the Gao Yue District that he had written about in his diary.

Of course, this unknown village may no longer exist. What you see here is just a fiction of the Strange Domain, silently interpreting the things that happened at that time, and things that no longer exist at all.

If, as he guessed, everything was as he thought.

Time is still passing quietly, surrounded by old roads that seem to be a little depressed, uninhabited, and barren and eerie.

Old man Zhang walked alone, very quiet, as if all the sounds around him had disappeared. It's also quick, because if he can, he can find some clues quickly.

From here, the view to the foot of the mountain is not far, only a few hundred meters away, but the mountain road is winding and winding, but it becomes very long.

Old man Zhang didn't know how long he had been walking, until a figure suddenly appeared in his field of vision, and he realized that unconsciously, he finally slowly approached the village.

However, he was not in the mood to study this village, but paid more attention to this figure.

This is a middle-aged man who looks like he is thirty or forty years old, his face is a little pale, and he looks a little weak all the way. The mouth is also babbling, and he keeps babbling and saying something. (To be continued.) )