Chapter Twenty-Seven: Memories of the Third Day

Wu Ming counted carefully, except for him, all the people were curled by hair, and in the last two days of the journey, no one in the entire brigade spoke, there was no sound, they all seemed to be dumb to each other, and he was also one of them, the only difference was that he was really a numb puppet, and the rest of the people were all looking at him, yes, as long as he was in the hotel, got out of the car, no matter where he went, everyone was staring at him.

Such a scene, even if Wu Ming looks at it now, it makes his scalp numb, mainly because of psychological pressure, and he doesn't know that behind these people who don't know whether they are alive or dead, a huge head is constantly fluttering and looking at him.

From time to time, there were even strands of hair that wanted to get close to him, but every time the strands of hair were about to wrap around his neck, there was a faint and almost invisible light on his wrist, and the shape of the light was clearly ...... What a watch looks like!!

True, he didn't see a stone watch, but it did look like a watch on his wrist, and the style was exactly the same.

But!!

As far back as he remembers, he didn't even buy a stone watch at that time!!

And with the appearance of this light, those strands of hair naturally receded, but all the relatives, parents, and friends who looked at him, they still stared at him, and he seemed to have not seen it at all, eating, drinking, sleeping, and following together, and these pictures made Wu Ming creepy.

As time passed, it was finally the day of the incident, the convoy was on the highway, the rain outside the car window was like rain, thunder and lightning, the whole world looked so gloomy and terrifying, and what made Wu Ming's scalp tingle even more was that everyone in this car window, including his father who was driving, they all looked at him deadly, his father's head was twisted over, ordinary people died so early, but his father was still driving, yes, his head turned to look at him, but his hands and feet were still driving.

Gradually, Wu Ming saw the huge pitch-black head again, it was suspended outside the window of the car he was sitting in, it was looking at him, and the huge hideous expression showed a smile, and then, a large number of hair strands floated towards Wu Ming from the car window, this time, the light on Wu Ming's wrist became fainter and thinner, and finally went out directly, and suddenly, hair surged from the window, entangled Wu Ming's neck.

Wu Ming closed his eyes for a moment, he was still cold and unable to move, and when he opened his eyes again, there was no hair around, and the huge head disappeared, replaced by a person sitting next to him, who was holding his neck with both hands, this person's eyes could not see the eyes, only the whites of the eyes existed, and the contact between the palm and his neck was extremely cold, not at all like the temperature of a living person.

And at this moment, there was a sharp tremor on the hillside next to the road, and a black shadow like a wave rose from the hillside, swept down from above, swept the convoy in it, and rolled down along the road, and Wu Ming also passed out in this tumbling.

When he woke up, he found that he was already lying in the hospital, and then the next scene was just like the past, the police came to investigate, the traffic police came to inquire, and college classmates, school teachers, etc. came to visit, and some parents and acquaintances also came, and after that, he attended the funeral in a daze, this series of events seemed to be a fast shot in a movie, Wu Ming couldn't control it.

By the time he came to his senses, he had been housed in a room where he had been until twenty-seven.

At this time, Wu Ming suddenly recalled that this house was not his house, nor was it his parents' house, in fact, after his parents died, he left him five or six properties, as well as a set of commercial shops, which was enough for him to live in for the rest of his life, but why did he not live in his own house and ran out to rent it!?

These past memories are all floating in Wu Ming's mind now, and he himself doesn't understand why this is the case, until he was twenty-seven years old, he didn't think about it at all, and he felt that it was no problem to live in a rented house, and then he traveled to the Flood Continent, and he didn't care about the memories of the past, and even deliberately forgot them.

And in the house he rented, the layout of various furniture was also very strange, and there was hardly any dark corner in the whole room.

For example, the bed is a stacked bed without a bed bottom, no wardrobe, only some shelves for clothes, and there are no closers at the same time, the whole room is clear at a glance, and there are some other features, the number of lights in the whole room is a bit exaggerated, and these lights belong to several switches, and even a few emergency lights are hanging, which can ensure that the house is bright at all times, even if the power outage will not fall into the dark.

Wu Ming was able to move freely at this time, he touched his wrist, and sure enough, there was a stone watch on his wrist, and how did it come about, was it really bought? or did it appear naturally, Wu Ming was a little unsure now.

At that moment, Wu Ming walked to the computer desk and turned on the computer, the computer desk was facing the window, looking at the cigarette boxes on the computer desk, and the cigarette butts piled up in the ashtray, Wu Ming frowned, why didn't he remember that he smoked so badly?

Wu Ming didn't care, after turning on the computer, he began to check the current time, and suddenly there was a black shadow flickering in the corner of his eye, Wu Ming looked up, and saw that on the window curtain, he saw a black shadow with only a head, but a very huge head, this head was on the side of the curtain, so you can see that the huge mouth is open, and as if laughing, a bloody mouth floated from the curtain.

Wu Ming frowned, he looked at the curtains in a daze, and then carefully recalled the situation when he got up after the upheaval of the car accident.

In Wu Ming's memory, there seems to be no thrilling thing happening in the years of being in the house, every day is dull, and there is no ghost head, and all this has completely changed in this memory, whenever this head appears, he is cold, unable to move, and then when this head leaves, he continues his life as if he ignores it.

Such days passed day by day, lasting for several years, until Wu Ming was twenty-five years old, and he suddenly realized that the world seemed to be in the midst of drastic changes.

From the Internet, from the news, from the group of his online chat system, and from his friends, he knew that there seemed to be a lot of weird things in this world, there were ghosts, monsters, and all kinds of unexplained anomalies, and the whole world was appearing everywhere, so that many people died, and even the government was helpless.

Those ghosts, those monsters, those anomalies, the government and modern technology can't explain them, and they can't kill or change them, so the government tells people to go back to their homes and go out as little as possible.

And Wu Ming recalled carefully, he didn't have these memories, in his original memory, he seemed to have rarely even gone out since he was twenty-five years old, and the time to eat instant noodles was much greater than the time to call for food, and he seemed to remember that there were fewer and fewer people chatting with him on the Internet, and in the end, he didn't even log in to the chat software every day except for playing stand-alone games.

During this time, he was unable to control his body at all, and his memories of the past were moving forward at a fast-forward pace.

Then on this day, Wu Ming was woken up by a knock on the door, he could control his body again, and when the knock sounded, his first reaction was actually to pick up a knife from the computer desk.

Wu Ming frowned and looked at his injured knife, then he put down the knife and walked towards the gate, and the closer he got to the gate, the colder his hands and feet became, and there was cold sweat on the back of his palms, as if he was afraid of the people knocking on the door outside the gate.

Until Wu Ming came to the gate, he didn't open the gate immediately, but looked out through the cat's eye, and then he saw ......

Two of his best friends were smiling in the doorway.