The city is not large, and the city is estimated to have only six streets in total, crisscrossing and crisscrossing like a nine-square grid. There are not many cars and people in the small place, and it looks very deserted.

The farm trucks drove into a real estate company called Dingsheng Group with a deafening sound.

I glanced at the company with a dilapidated façade, even the neon signs on the signboard, and I didn't feel anything strange. So I didn't stop and kept driving towards my destination.

It didn't take long for me to open it, and I was surprised to see some white paper pasted on the wall on the right. Very ordinary printer paper, about the size of A4, formed in a neat row.

There seems to be some small print written on the paper.

The words on the paper were so small that I couldn't read them clearly with my wrinkled eyes. I just know that it shouldn't be an advertisement or a missing person notice.

For a while, his curiosity exploded. Immediately stopped the car on the road, and the person walked over. The words on those printer papers are indeed not advertisements, nor are they different from other notices for finding objects. It's just a few words.

Very quirky text.

'Twenty-one meters to go!' ’

On the most recent piece of paper, this sentence was written, with an arrow pointing to the left. I touched my head and became even more curious.

Twenty-one meters away, what's there?

Follow the direction of the arrow and keep heading to the left. Every other meter, there is an exact same piece of paper, like a countdown, and the words on the paper are the same except for the measurement numbers.

'Ten meters to go. ’

After walking more than ten steps, the wall came to an end. The arrow on the paper bends a bit, pointing to a position where it is folded inward at 90 degrees. I looked up and saw a dirty alley that was dark and damp, with little sunlight shining through.

After a slight hesitation, curiosity eventually prevailed. Humans are shitty creatures, and ******** have always controlled human behavior. Even if that behavior is irrational. But no matter who encounters this kind of situation, I'm afraid they will do exactly the same thing as me.

Therefore, human beings instinctively have obsessive-compulsive disorder to a greater or lesser extent. As long as it's something that causes OCD, there's nothing in that place. Even if the final result can't even calculate the shadow area of the psyche, human beings will still be cheap without hesitation.

I walked into the alley, which was a dead alley, and at the very bottom of it was a concrete wall. And at the top are countless old balconies, covered in cobwebs and power lines that fill the sky. The ground was even littered by the upstairs residents, and sewage flowed sideways.

I'm a little disgusted, but most of my energy is spent guessing about those weird printer papers. Who put these pieces of paper together? Is it a boring prank of some young people?

'There are four meters left. ’

After walking six meters according to the words of the arrow on the paper, I realized that since I entered the alley, the font on the printing paper had become larger. The text on the paper outside the alley is in 5-point font. It's so small that you have to get up close to see it.

The closer you get to your destination, the bigger the paper.

At four meters, a large four-point font is used, which is bold.

'Three meters. ’

At three meters, a small No. 3 word is used, which is bold and a horizontal line is added.

'Two meters! ’

'One meter! ’

The position of one meter is already one small number of Song characters. The huge text, printed neatly, but faintly reveals a certain ominousness.

'This is it! ’

Finally, I came to the last piece of paper. It's still A4 paper, but the words 'right here' basically fill up the entire page. The text, which had always been black, turned blood red here. In the gloomy alley, this blood-red color makes people tremble when they see it.

For some reason, just touching this string of words makes people feel a little scary.

Yin Hong's words are not printed. Instead, I don't know who wrote it with a brush. Ink, it seems that the use is not ordinary. I leaned in and sniffed it gently, and quickly took a few steps back, covering my nose and stomping my feet.

There was a foul smell all over the paper.

The text turned out to be written by someone stained with the blood of some kind of animal.

But since you bring people here, there must always be a purpose, right? I looked at the last piece of paper for a moment, but nothing came of it. The alleys are dirty, icy and, like all the dark alleys of small cities, nothing special.

Is it really just a prank?

I smiled wryly a few times, but there was nothing unusual after all. Just as I was about to leave, I had already taken several steps forward and stopped suddenly. He suddenly stepped back back, scrutinizing the last piece of paper made of animal blood.

The words on this piece of paper have been written for more than half a month, and the blood stains have dried up and blackened. It is estimated that many people have been deceived, and there are a large number of deceived young people writing about the marks of leaking and swearing around the walls.

But at the bottom of the wall, there was a row of small words that caught my attention.

'Don't do what is written on paper, or you will die!' ’

Small print is written on the base of the wall, which is very inconspicuous. Next to the words, there is also the words 'Ercheng No. 2 Middle School, Liu Xiaowei'. This young man named Liu Xiaowei, what has happened?

I touched my chin with my hand and thought for a moment. Suddenly I realized something. Why was that piece of paper intact at the end?

yes, why did that piece of paper stick to the wall without damage?

As you can see from the graffiti on the walls, many people have been deceived. Someone will tear up the paper in anger. But the paper was finally glued to the wall, which means that after someone damaged it, the owner who wrote the words maintained it again and re-pasted it.

Why did the guy who put the paper on it do that? If it's really a simple prank, many people will forget about it after they do it. But he kept maintaining.

And the boy named Liu Xiaowei, why did he leave 'Don't do what is written on paper, otherwise, you will die!' What about this passage? Does this mean that the words on the paper still hide some kind of branching plot?

I looked at the piece of paper that had been written in blood again, and suddenly, my eyes lit up. Reaching out and tearing the paper off. The paper also seems to be sticking to the wall using the blood of some kind of animal, with black and red stickers on the back of the wall.

Flipping the paper over, I burst into laughter. Sure enough, there was something else written on the back of this piece of paper.

'Don't look inside!' ’

There was a line of small writing on the paper, which was hard to see against the black blood stains on the back.

"Looking inside? What to see? Which one is it facing? "I was dumbfounded, this small print request is simply confusing.

(End of chapter)