Time may have stood still, so that the old man stopped all his movements in an instant. Under the tense atmosphere of the pen, fun and pavilion, drops www.biquge.info of cold sweat kept sliding down on Old Man Zhang's forehead, and the coldness around him also made him raise his whole heart to his heart at this moment.

The paper, as if accompanied by his slight breathing, fluttered unhurriedly, rustling against the pages inside, making a series of creepy sounds. In the silence of the night, the sound was very clear, like the slag of bones, and the sound of constant wiping was cold and terrifying.

Grunt!

Old man Zhang unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, although this did not make him feel at ease, but at least it would be a little more comfortable. He looked around, then at the piece of paper in front of him, and after a while, he finally made up his mind and put his hand on the calendar.

The cold around him made his hands tremble in a trance. He was vigilant, ticking, and slowly pinched his fingers on the paper.

This paper is very dry and dry, this is the first impression of the old man, and it is just like the visual feeling brought by the paper. But it doesn't matter what the paper is, Old Man Zhang smashed his mouth and stabilized his mind, but he didn't plan to dwell on it.

Hiss!

Gently, Old Man Zhang didn't even feel how hard he was, he just sank his hand naturally. Then, with a clear tearing sound, a crack soon appeared in the paper, and as the arm gradually sank, it finally broke open completely.

Tick~!

Cold sweat dripped quietly, and the surroundings suddenly fell completely silent, as if at this moment, everything stopped.

Time.... Maybe it's still passing, a second or two, but at this moment, Old Man Zhang didn't feel any change. Was it a success or a failure?

At this moment, Old Man Zhang had no way of knowing, he staggered against a corner and sat down, everything may only have to wait for time to verify.

Tomorrow, the 5th of May, I hope it will be different. In his thoughts, his thoughts kept floating, and he didn't dare to sleep here, so he could only pin his hopes on that ethereal speculation.

There is still no one else's whereabouts, and perhaps they are the same as him, somewhere in this time period, or at some point in time, quietly waiting for something. But what it was, Old Man Zhang had no way of knowing, and he couldn't know where the point that could bring them back together was.

In short, now I can only hope that when the time comes, I will find something, and when I reunite with anyone else, the situation will change. At this moment, Old Man Zhang was silently in his heart, but he was thinking like this.

The night is very long, and it looks a little overwhelming, although the old man Zhang is also famous in the dormitory on the surface, but he is still a person after all, how can he not be afraid? His mind raced, and he wanted to use this to avoid the extremely suppressed fear in his heart.

At the same time, his back was only against the wall, hiding his body in that small corner, and his eyes were constantly vigilant about every move around him. I don't know how long this state will last, or even whether it will last forever, Old Man Zhang can't know.

Now the only thing he can do is wait. There was some quiet around, but fortunately there were no ghosts or anything like that, appearing anywhere in the house. Old man Zhang took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, and it had been several hours since it got dark.

Because he didn't know what time it was, Old Man Zhang just wrote down that point in time, hoping that it would be of any use in the future. However, although it was confirmed that a few hours had passed, it was uncertain how long the wait would last.

He fumbled his pocket, took out a slightly crumpled cigarette butt, put it in his mouth, and lit it. In fact, Old Man Zhang didn't have the habit of smoking before, but he just wanted to use a trace of bitter taste to eliminate the depression in his heart.

In fact, many residents have not smoked before, but after the extreme depression of the Trick Domain, they are more or less infected with a little bit to repel the depression in the Trick Domain. But it doesn't matter what, because of the bitter taste. It really reassures him a little bit.

Tick~!

Time passed, and I don't know how long it was, but nothing particularly strange happened during this period, and under a series of extremely depressing atmospheres, the world finally slowly brightened.

All around, there seemed to be some temperature in a trance, and the night's waiting made Old Man Zhang's body a little numb. But at this time, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he slowly stood up from the ground and relaxed his body. He looked at the whole room, and it was not as oppressive as it was during the day and night, but it was just a little depressed.

Later, the wall calendar is still hanging there alone, and I don't know if the Chinese characters of "May 5th" are the answers, but Old Man Zhang doesn't want to stay here too much, because the village may have already given an answer.

After recovering his thoughts, the numbness in his body finally slowly recovered, and then Old Man Zhang took a step and walked outside the house. The night's wait made him a little tired, but he could only move forward, rubbing his eyes to make himself sober.

groped all the way, and soon Old Man Zhang came to the main hall. He didn't stop long, he just walked out of the gate.

The distance was not long, so soon Old Man Zhang came back to the outside of the house. At this time, the sky had just dawned, and there was still some cold of the night left around. Old man Zhang subconsciously glanced at the village, but it was too far away to see anything.

He had to smile wryly and shake his head, this answer might have been able to be guessed by him a long time ago, but he didn't want to admit it. In this regard, he could only take a reluctant step and slowly walked towards the village.

Since he couldn't get an answer from here, he had to go to the village himself. He had to get an answer as soon as possible, and if he could, find a few other people, and take a rest, after all, the long sleepless hours also made him seem a little overwhelmed.

It was still the same as yesterday, and it was a little cold and depressed along the way, but this time it wasn't like then, until he was completely close to the village, and there was no one to see.

However, this is obviously not the most important thing, what Old Man Zhang cares about most at this time is still the answer to that question.