This group of people unleashed the darkness compressed in their bodies unscrupulously, one or two, and finally converged in a small space, forming a gray torrent that hovered in front of my eyes.

I felt scared and uneasy, but I couldn't leave.

I'm a storyteller, and I'm a person who can't tell the truth. I had to sit here and look at them with a smile. They must not be allowed to discover my true state of mind at this time.

I got up slowly, I didn't feel any pain in the corners of my eyebrows, but my legs were sore. Maybe I've been saying it for a long time. Then I slowly knelt down, knelt down to the audience on stage, closed my eyes deeply, and saluted respectfully.

The moment my forehead touched the cold floor, the corners of my mouth lost my smile.

When I looked up again, I didn't need to stay here any longer, so I straightened up. The show is over and I'm going to get out of here and go back behind the scenes, a dark, damp place.

There were taciturn companions there, who just looked at me and pursed their lips without saying a word. I also learned from them and left quietly.

Leave quietly. I wanted to, but I found I couldn't. I shuddered – behind the scenes, I could clearly capture the full view of the audience.

What a spectacular view.

The group of people were like dead fish, staring at the balls of the balls, raising their necks at an incredible angle, looking up at the ceiling, men, women, and children, all of them with their mouths growing, and everyone's necks became thick and short.

As if performing a religious ceremony, they stood in place in rows and columns, their mouths open. The gray surging current gradually rose into the air, centered on a point in the air, and spun rapidly, forming a huge gray silkworm chrysalis.

For a moment, when the height reached its limit, the silkworm chrysalis came to a sudden halt, almost in defiance of physics. Then it glanced around maliciously, and the next moment, it suddenly spun in reverse and rapidly, and the gray silkworm chrysalis split apart, turning into thin lines that quickly extended from people's gaping mouths.

Parasite. Gray parasites.

I couldn't control myself anymore, I touched my face, my hands were wet and sweaty. I yelled at them, "Shut your mouth! That's a parasite! Don't let parasites enter your body! ”

"It's useless. You are a storyteller, and you will never be able to tell the truth. No one will believe you. I jerked my head around, only to see a grey transparent figure standing beside me.

He wears a smiling clown mask on his face. The clown mask is gray.

I was sure that this was the first time I had met this "person". But I am no stranger to his voice.

Voices from another world. Gray transparent man from another world.

"Why are you here? Why is it in Minecraft? ”

"This is not your world, this is not where you are supposed to be. This is a warning. Don't come back to this place, leave here, don't try to say useless things again. ”

His clown mask distorted, and a pair of dark eyes opened, staring at me from behind the mask. I could feel his gaze. A sight from another world.

Why am I so sure he's from another world? I was deeply puzzled. But I didn't want to listen to him, and turned my head to look at the audience, and I don't know when the last gray thread formed by the gray silkworm chrysalis had entered the mouth of the last audience member and disappeared completely.

Everyone kept their mouths shut at the same moment. And they don't know when they have an extra mask on their hands.

Wrong! I exclaimed. That's not a mask, it's their face!

I looked closely, and the faces of this group of people were actually devoid of facial features, and became a gray, flowing plane. They skillfully reattached their faces to the gray plane, and in a few moments, everyone was back to their normal features.

They looked at me at the same time with expressionless expressions, cold eyes and mocking smiles on their lips. After a long time, they turned their heads and left the theater in line.

"Hey!" I shouted. I wanted to keep them, I wanted to do something for them, but they didn't hear them, and none of them stopped because of my voice. I tried to rush off the stage and grab them.

But the next moment, the gray transparent man stood in front of me, and the clown mask had been strangely twisted, revealing naked anger. Immediately, he jerked open his mask—underneath was a gray flowing plane. Grab me and swallow me in one fell swoop. I lost consciousness.

"Don't be here again! This is a warning! In the dimness, I could faintly hear him yelling at me.

I snapped my eyes open to find that the space in front of me was distorted, and I was panting, my back soaking wet. Sweat ran down my sideburns and dripped onto the back of my knee-clenched hand.

Suddenly, a soft, warm hand touched my shoulder. I looked up and saw a woman in a gray suit and skirt with long, chestnut hair curled up in the air, hunched over and carrying a leather bag, looking at me worriedly.

"Are you alright?" She asked me this.

I straightened up, leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes, and shook my head slowly. When I reopened my eyes, my vision was no longer blurry, and I barely smiled and said, "Thank you, but I'm fine." ”

She looked at me for a moment and smiled, "That's good." Your face was so pale and sweating that I thought you had a heart attack or something. ”

"Thank you for your concern, but I don't have a heart condition. It's just that I suddenly feel a little dizzy. ”

I lied, but I didn't feel guilty. First of all, I couldn't understand what had just happened to me, and secondly, I didn't want to waste more of this gentle woman's time, and I didn't want her to worry about me more. She was beautiful and young and reached out to me, a strange boy. Enough is enough.

"No, I didn't do anything. Anyway, it's okay, then goodbye. She smiled, like a gentle cat.

I looked at my palm, a breeze caressed me, and behind me I heard the sound of high heels gently hitting the steps. The "click" of the heels faded away and finally became as elusive as the wind. I think she has blended into the flow of people and has become a colorless and tasteless landscape.

I'm off track. This is an established fact.

But maybe I don't have to worry too much.

Because, the trajectory is there, and it won't go anywhere. Whether it blends in or deviates, it's just a fleeting landscape. In the long river of time, everyone is instantaneous, not permanent.

On the morning of the last day of June, it was no different from yesterday, and the snow-white sunlight happily ran in from the large open balcony and washed all corners of the house.

At this moment, I glanced up at the sky, the sky was lighter, although it was blue, but I could still see a gray white when I looked at it.

The time is 7:00 sharp. The sky that had been dark all night may not have completely woken up at this moment. There's no way, it's the last day, it'll be paid tomorrow, and laziness is inevitable.

At the moment I was touching my limbs on the floor of my bedroom like a cow. I stood in the corner of the small square table, and a gray suitcase was leaning against the wall, silently watching me.

With a white bandana tied around his head and a mask on his face, he held a feather duster in his hand to collect all the dust that fell from the corners and swept it into a plastic dustpan. In the process of sweeping the ashes, I accidentally found a No. 5 battery, the buttons of the shirt, and the corpse of a cockroach.

My phone is playing some music right now. It doesn't matter what you put in it, it's just a matter of relieving your boredom. After a while, the previous song ends. After about five seconds of silence, the melodious sound of a violin came from the phone. It is "summer of Kikujiro".

"It's a good fit. Although I don't call Zhengnan, I have no plans to go to my mother. ”

I hummed casually, concentrating on cleaning the floor in my bedroom. Then watch the sun walk around happily. Well, it's clean. In the end, just wipe it with a damp rag.

After cleaning up, I untied my bandana, ripped off my mask, took out the iced mineral water from the refrigerator and took two sips, then sat on the corner of the wall, looking at the blue sky.

"I can see you've just been lazy." I'm talking to myself.

At 18:30 this afternoon, I will go to the train station to take the bullet train to the remote mountain area located on the outskirts of Gimhae City, a place called "Bainiao Mountain".

It is said that there is a township at the foot of the mountain, and I am not sure if there is really one, anyway, I can't find it on the mobile phone GPS. But the company said that there were, and several of the other trainees who would accompany me also said that they had heard of that place, so it must be real.

On the morning of the 25th, I went to sign up as soon as I arrived at 10 o'clock.

It was a grand mansion, and I was reflected in the gleaming glass of the revolving door—a white T-shirt, brown jeans, gray canvas shoes, and a plastic watch on my wrist.

The front desk lady is young and beautiful, her tone is soft and kind, and her big eyes seem serious and focused when listening to me, and it is difficult for people to have a bad impression of this company.

"You're the first to sign up." She smiled.

"Oh, thank you, that, please take care of me."

She didn't say anything more, a light smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and two small shallow dimples appeared on her white and tender cheeks. I watched her slender fingers crackle on the keyboard, and I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like for someone like her to read a scribble.

I signed up - the process was surprisingly easy, much easier than I expected. So I left and went straight home. I was expecting a rigorous scrutiny and long interviews and things like that.

But there was nothing, after registering the name, filling out the form, writing down the name and contact information, and after making a copy of the ID card, I was told that I could go back, and then I just waited for the call.

For the interview, I also bought a book called "30 Years of Sayings" that specializes in analyzing the subject of Dialects - a book written by a 30-year-old Dialect Master, but it seems to be very unpopular, and when I went to the Eden Bookstore to buy it, only the last copy of this book remained.

Two days later, a phone call came into my phone in the morning, and I took it, and it was someone from Guimet Entertainment. Let me go to the company in the afternoon.

When I got there, I met the other trainees for the first time. There are 54 people in total, and the oldest is only in his 20s, all of whom are men. That's a lot less than I expected.

But then the people who came in and told us some basic regulations were very happy, saying that this year was the most crowded year.

"An early harvest!" That's what he said.

So for the first time, I realized that the thing of proverb may be objectively an unpopular culture. But it doesn't matter to me whether it's cold or hot. There is no better option for me at the moment, and there is no way back.

Around 1 p.m., I had just finished eating the curry rice I bought from a convenience store when there was a knock on my door. Knocked three times.

"Here we are." I opened the door and it was a man with long blond hair wearing a mask, who looked at me and nodded, saying that he had come to check out.