"Have you ever seen eyes like the moon?"

"Strange posture, eyes looking straight at you"

"Every pore on the body is tightly contracted, and the hairs stand on end. Struggling with despair and misery"

As he spoke, Wang Ling's pupils became bigger and bigger, he kept gesturing with his hands, the corners of his mouth rose, and he looked at the girls with horror on their faces, and he was very proud.

Gu Zhiming has always hated this kind of guy, taking pleasure in other people's fears, he is a scumbag who has always flirted with ghost stories. His appearance is mediocre, he is still inconspicuous in the crowd, and he usually looks like a stuffy gourd, but when he listens to or tells supernatural stories, his eyebrows flutter.

The library at noon is like a paradise at dusk, warm and sleepy.

"Gu Zhiming, have you read the news? This morning's. After a while, he turned to ask.

"Which do you say?" Gu Zhiming said casually and yawned. This answer is very similar to his tone, he has always been a gentle, simple and Buddhist mortal student in the eyes of others, plain and unremarkable. There is no special appearance, and there is no talent that ordinary people can't have.

"Which one else could it be? Of course, it's the one with the archaeological frescoes, which is extraordinary for us who study medicine. As he spoke, Wang Ling's always casual eyes became serious.

"Oh, I know. I listened to that guy. I didn't take what he said seriously, he had to say seven points out of three, and every time it was exaggerated. ”

"He's just like that, and he's pompous enough. To be honest, it's really rare for our school to be fat like him. Wang Ling said mockingly, "But this time is different, you can take a good look at this." As he spoke, he took out an old yellowed newspaper from the magazine section of the library and threw it on the wooden writing desk in front of Gu Zhiming.

As soon as he read the title, he was shocked, and it recorded an incident in 2003: this is a student in the surgery of their medical school who committed suicide by poisoning due to schizophrenia. When he was dying, he had a hideous face and left a suicide note with the words "I'm almost done!" Come and help me! Time is running out! I'm going crazy! Lose your marbles! He doesn't have a nose, but he has six ears, three hands, and two heads! God, what's wrong with studying medicine, why should I suffer such a punishment! At the end, a creepy sentence was written. It's a monster out of hell! When the cave walls are rebuilt on the bright day, no one will survive, run!!

At that time, this incident caused a sensation in the whole school, and on the one hand, in order to prevent the matter from spreading, the school did not take this suicide note seriously, so it was judged that the work internship was too stressful, mentally disordered, and hastily handled. At that time, Gu Zhiming was still in elementary school, and his father was a famous surgeon at that time, a well-known expert in the medical field. As soon as this happened, his father became unthinkable, and every time his mother entered and exited the room, her face was bloodless, and her eyes were wandering. Although the memory is not very clear, only this one is the clearest memory left by his father before his death.

Everything poured into Gu Zhiming's mind like a tide, his hands held his head, his brain was buzzing, and all the pictures he didn't want to recall seemed to appear in his mind like a slide, and he couldn't stop at all, and the blood and shadows grew like vines in his heart.

"Amin, what's wrong with you? Is it okay? What happened? Yang Qianxue asked with concern, her voice was like ice water at zero degrees, which made his brain swell.

Wang Ling watched silently from the side, his eyes were full of deep meaning, as if he was looking forward to something.

"It's okay, I'm just not feeling well lately, it's okay, it's okay, let's talk about the experiment report first." Gu Zhiming pretended to smile relaxedly.

"You don't need to go to the infirmary, I'll talk about the experiment report later." Yang Qianxue's voice was full of worry, and her expression was as confident and intelligent as ever. When Gu Zhiming was young, he once had a brainless fantasy that if there really was a God, then he wanted to become a sheep, and Yang Qianxue would become a rabbit or a deer. The two of them are always smiling brightly together, carefree in nature, basking in the shade of the trees.

Gu Zhiming smiled and declined, took out the stack of thick printed reports, and the three of them discussed. It can be clearly observed that Wang Ling's eyes fluttered towards Yang Qianxue's face for a while, as if he was enchanted.

After going back, Gu Zhiming thought about it, opened his mobile phone and swiped it to open the hot search list, and the first-ranked title immediately attracted his attention. Remains of an ancient civilization were found in the mountainous area of Zhoukou City, Henan Province - a mural carved in a cave. Judging from the pictures, although it is too old, it is already a little blurry and damaged. But when you look closely, it's really so lifelike, like a real person dancing together. But, surprisingly, those people have three heads and six arms, and they are irregular. Some have these three eyes, three legs, and some bodies are simply connected, just like what we call conjoined babies, doing weird movements.

Brush - a picture flashed through his mind, that person, yes, that person! The one described in that student's suicide note is exactly the same!! Is this a coincidence?! Or is there a lot of hidden secrets in the dark?!

When he was a child, his father once told me that human beings often evolved over millions of years, but they were often stupid, and when a person has abilities that they do not have, they will be tolerated by the world. At that time, he was still very ignorant, and as he spoke, he saw that a confident smile often appeared on the corner of his father's mouth, and every time he saw his father so excited and happy, he would feel satisfied. Until that day, after the strange suicide note appeared, my father became silent, sometimes ecstatic, sometimes excited. In the end, before he graduated from elementary school, he came to the end of his life.

Gu Zhiming slowly leaned back on the chair in front of the desk, thinking of the tears in the corners of his mother's eyes before his father's death, his heart was sour, but he had a premonition that an unprecedented catastrophe was coming for him, no, for their family, and even for their entire medical school.

At this time, a red exclamation mark popped up on the friend on WeChat, and I saw the person's avatar and nickname: it was a classic portrait of a V-shaped vendetta, a masked man wearing a mask, and the name was the joker that was paired with it. The application column reads: Hello, are you Mr. Gu Zhiming? I have something important to tell you, and I would like to ask you to reply quickly.

Gu Zhiming was surprised and a little frightened at the time. After all, in that tense atmosphere, it was as if you were in a multidimensional space, and the surroundings became distorted. After he added WeChat, he said hello, and the other party replied with an emoji in seconds, to Gu Zhiming's surprise, it was a cute little rabbit greeting him. He found it amusing at this sense of incongruity. Immediately afterwards, he sent another one: Hello, do you remember me, my name is Lu Xiaochuan.

This name Gu Zhiming is very familiar at first glance, but it is estimated that the time is too long, and his memory is a little vague. Thinking about it, he added: Do you remember the urban demon I once mentioned to him?

Urban demons?! Gu Zhiming's brain seemed to have been electrocuted, and all the neurons were beeping. His heart also trembled with his hand, his scalp suddenly went numb, a coolness permeated his whole body, and the nightmare of his childhood came back to his heart: an American urban legend that the mysterious man who danced at night - Slider Man!

Just as he was shocked, the rooms seemed to be hit hard by a blunt object, "Bang! With the sound of heavy footsteps, the person who walked into my room suddenly lost his mind in surprise.