If you insist on recalling, it always feels like something is blocking that memory. So I still recall the fragments of Qing's memories, not too many.

I know my name is Nightfallen, which is a weird name. It is said that it was the grandfather who got the name. But since I was very young, I was taken away from the night village by my parents. It is said that it was taken away, but it is better to say that it was expelled.

Because every day I stay in the night village, strange things always happen in that isolated village.

As a first-person person, I naturally don't understand how weird things are, after all, I'm not a victim after all. In Night Village, it will never be me who suffers.

This is a misfortune.

Because the parents of the friends I implicated, whether they were affected by me or not, will blame me. Rushed to my parents' house and yelled at me. My background is very bizarre, and since I mentioned it in a previous story, I don't want to go into too much detail here.

In short, when I was a child, I was a child in Night Village, and I was not welcomed. Always alone. Those who were close to me would be taken home by their parents with their ears pulled by their ears.

So I was expelled from the night village, which was actually a kind of luck. At least outside the village, my bad luck constitution for influencing others has become much weaker.

It's true. It's really true. Even if the old man Yang Junfei and other bastards are now ridiculing me as a red-faced killer, this bad luck physique is really weakened by several orders of magnitude. In the night village, I was a walking bomb of doom. As the years increase, the shrouded doom also swells.

In short, I left the night village, and although I had a hard time with my father, there were joys and sorrows. At least there was no such thing as anything too weird around me. Until the age of twelve.

Originally, I was just spreading bad luck, and I wouldn't suffer bad luck. That day, for the first time, I encountered the so-called bad luck inexplicably and suddenly, and felt the bitter fruits of bad luck.

The bad luck was monstrous, enveloping me in weakness, and I was out of control.

If you have to squeeze out some stories from the few memories at that time, squeezing out some stories like toothpaste. So, when I first noticed the bad luck, I must have started with that incident......

At that time, I was in the sixth grade of elementary school in a small town near Spring City. As an elementary school student, I was in the grade where I didn't know anything and didn't know anything. Because of my family, I can't get enough of anything, and I'm not a guy who doesn't easily see the atmosphere around me. So, I don't have any friends.

Although the memory of that time, I am very vague. But that was the only thing I remember very clearly. Not only is it clear, but I can even remember what I was wearing that day and how many times I brushed my mouth. I also remember when I went to school......

The strange thing happened the morning I went to school.

The name of the primary school I attended was quite ordinary, it was called Dongza Elementary School. Why is it called East Sitting? According to local adults, the small main entrance of Dongzao was once an ancient execution ground. A lot of people who have committed a crime will be pulled here. Pull the head of the death row prisoner and sit down on his knees, press his head, cut the knife, and his life is gone.

The weirdest thing is that no matter who it is and which position it is heading towards. As long as the head is cut off here, when the head is separated, the head of the condemned prisoner will always roll down to the east, and the eyes will also turn to the east, never blinking. Over time, the locals came to refer to this street as Dongza. As a result, the primary school located on Dongzao Street was naturally named Dongza Elementary School.

The smaller the person, the greater the curiosity. I'm interested in bizarre and bizarre events. Sometimes I always fantasize in my head, why do people die without a head? Does it hurt for a person whose head has been cut off?

With the passage of time and the passing of the sun and the moon, the former execution ground has become the current Dongzao Street, and even the downtown of the town. By the time I finished washing up and running to school after six o'clock, many of the breakfast shops had already opened.

I ate two fritters and a bowl of soy milk as usual, and then walked into the school gate.

There is not much to describe about the school. Like most of the country's old elementary schools, it's in a dark alley that was formerly built from a plot of land full of negative reviews that locals don't want to mention.

The lighting of the entire primary school is not good, and because there are not many people in the town, this primary school has only a six-storey school building. The second class of the sixth grade I studied was located on the sixth floor of the school building.

I was on duty that day.

I don't know if it was because I came too early, but I went up the stairs all the way, and no one in the entire teaching building was touched. It's like there's a big world, and it's just me. Lonely corridors, dark and damp. The old white walls have been yellowed, and there is even a resurgence of skin on the root of the wall, which is often peeling off.

The height of the sixth floor is not high, but it is not short. It happens to be hidden in the shadows of nearby residential buildings, and the sun is not seen all year round. As I was walking towards the classroom, I suddenly felt that I had seen something strange in the darkness at the end of the hallway.

It was a dark shadow, overlapping the dark shadows.

It was a strange feeling, two shadows of different shades stacked on top of each other, like monsters, just holding their heads high and looking at me in a stunned state with a gaze that could not distinguish the visual organs.

Obviously it was just a shadow, but I was like an antelope locked by a predator, unable to move.

"Finally, I found it. Hee-hee. "It was like a whisper blowing in my ears, and the biting wind that froze my ears penetrated into my ear canal. I was shaking all over.

The shadow moved.

Caught in the shadows, it was like a two-dimensional creature, constantly changing angles on the floor, on the walls, on the ceiling, dragging its long, disgusting body in a series of shadows, and kept approaching me.

I tried to run away, but my feet were shaking. I don't understand why I'm afraid, that frozen fear is simply hard to suppress. Even the intellect cannot resist it. Besides, I was just a twelve-year-old kid at the time.

"Found it."

"Found you."

I was separated from it by a whole corridor, a distance of more than 30 meters from 5 classrooms. The shadow got closer to me, the thicker it became, and finally it even became pitch black. It was as if there was an extra ball of ink on the wall that carried it that could be moved.

Its claws were sharp and hideous, and it stretched out five narrow fingers like chopsticks to grab me.

I managed to break free from my fear and leap backwards. The finger of the black shadow poked at the occasional ray of sunlight that spilled through the gap between the residential buildings to the east.

(End of chapter)