“…… Flight 180 exploded at 9:25 p.m. yesterday after takeoff. According to the news from the New York airport, no survivors have been found, and the Coast Guard and Navy search and rescue teams are now in full swing...... Authorities believe that the plane crash is extremely difficult, and all passengers and crew members who have boarded the plane are likely to be killed, including 40 students and teachers at Mount Abraham High School in southeast New York, who are traveling to Paris en masse. ”

Alex, who had been home for a day, couldn't sleep at all, slumped on the couch, watching the search and rescue boats on TV salvage the bodies floating on the water, a complex mood mixed with fear, sadness, happiness, and guilt welled up in his heart, and tears couldn't stop falling.

Several of the passengers were lucky enough to get off the plane just before takeoff, the report said. The National Transportation Security Administration and the Federal Bureau of Investigation have rushed to the scene to begin an investigation into the incident......"

A loud thunderclap outside the window drowned out the chatter of commentary on the television.

Alex was startled by the thunder, turned his head to look at the open window, and sobbed as he walked to close it.

Another huge bolt of lightning streaked across the sky. Between light and dark, even the trees on the street outside the window look particularly hideous.

The rain was heavy, and except for a few dim street lights, there was no one on the road.

But somehow, Alex looked out the empty window, and suddenly had a creepy feeling, as if a pair of eyes hidden in the dark were staring at him.

He hurriedly closed the curtains.

The feeling of being watched has not gone away.

This eye is everywhere, looking at everything about itself.

……

Everyone has this feeling of being stared at by the eyes of the dark.

After all, you never know how much mysterious power is hidden in the seemingly uneventful life.

For example, since ancient times, there have been east and west factories and Jinyiwei.

Another example is the KGB and the Mossad in modern times.

Of course, there are even more powerful sunrise masses.

You can't guess whether the aunt who is taking out the garbage on the street corner or the old man playing chess at the corner of the alley is watching you......

Or are they all ......

In fact, Alex's feeling was very correct, because no matter whether the mysterious "Grim Reaper" was watching him or not, at least Qi Zihuan was indeed watching his every move.

Qi Zihuan hummed a little song at this time, closed his eyes slightly, and devoted himself to the work of monitoring and nanny.

After carefully researching each survivor's address, he was pleased to find that since everyone else was a teacher and student at the same school, they all lived in the same school district, separated only a few streets from each other.

So he rented a house in this school district, and then relied on his soul power to become much stronger recently, and at the same time sent many small paper figures to let them infiltrate every survivor's home to station.

I don't know if these little paper figures have the ability to prevent those seemingly accidental deaths, but at least try to catch the traces of the "Grim Reaper" when he set up the scene.

……

More than half a month has passed since the accident.

The memorial service organized by the school also ended a week ago, and the classmates and teachers who used to get along day and night are now buried six feet underneath.

During this time, Alex often suffered from insomnia, and although nightmares like those on airplanes never happened again, the feeling of being stared at always lingered.

It was summer, and there was not even a hint of wind in the sweltering heat.

The electric fan in the room was whirring and whirring, but Alex still felt a little hot. He scribbled through the books and magazines he had recently bought about the structure of the plane, but his mind was thinking about other things.

Will the life and death that the Oriental said be true?

Is there really a Grim Reaper in this world?

Was my nightmare a hallucination or a real preconception?

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound.

Startled, Alex turned his head to look out the window and found an owl that had hit the glass looking at him with wide, round eyes.

"Damn it!" Alex was furious and threw the magazine at the window.

The magazine was swept in by an electric fan by the window, and a few pages were shattered and then blown all over the house.

One of the pieces flew in front of Alex and slowly landed on his thigh.

He slowly flipped the fragment open, only to see that the fragment had cut off a long word.

Only "Todd" remains.

"Todd?" He was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly jumped up in shock.

rushed to the living room, ignoring the surprised eyes of his parents who were watching TV, and used his landline to dial the mobile phone number left by the Oriental man in a panic.

"Hey, Mr. Qi? I don't know if it's because I'm sensitive, but I think something will happen to Todd. ”

He covered the microphone with his hand and whispered, not wanting his parents to worry about him anymore.

"Address." Only two words came out on the other side.

He quickly gave the address of Todd's house.

"Okay, got it."

Before he could ask what to do next, the other side hung up the phone after speaking succinctly and neatly.

Why is there a whirring wind on the phone?

Alex didn't think much about it, and hurriedly said to his parents to go to the same school to get his homework, then rushed out the door and got on his bicycle, and quickly headed in the direction of Todd's house.

……

Todd was half-lying on the couch watching TV, with a bowl of potato chips resting on his stomach and a half-drunk can of beer on the floor next to the couch.

His parents went out for dinner tonight, and they had told him that they would not come back until late, and asked him to go to bed on time.

He has a cheerful temperament, and after more than half a month of calming down, although he occasionally gets depressed because of the accident, he gradually returns to a normal life on the whole.

The show on TV was boring, and Todd was clicking on potato chips while holding the remote control aimlessly changing channels one by one.

The screen jumped fast, and suddenly there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing in the stuffy living room.

His heart moved, and he retreated two more channels.

It's a TV shopping show that sells stretch shaping underwear.

Todd is not very interested in this kind of show on weekdays, but today for some reason, he stared at the screen on a whim and watched it for a long time.

Breast augmentation, waist slimming, buttocks lift, sexy ......

Only a few bits and pieces of the pitch reached Todd's ears, and his breathing began to be a little rapid along with the large expanse of snow-white, plump skin on the screen.

After a few more moments, Todd got up and turned off the TV and walked briskly to the room upstairs.

He pulled out a wooden box containing various childhood toys from under the wardrobe, and anxiously went to the side of the bed and dumped all the contents directly.

Dinosaurs, creeps, remote-controlled cars, and watercolor pens littered the bed and floor.

At the bottom of the wooden box is a movable wooden board, and when it is opened, there is a copy of Todd's long-cherished PLAYBOY.

As soon as the belt was unbuckled and his pants slipped down to his thighs, Todd sat on the edge of the bed and couldn't wait to start a classic hand exercise.

The world is blurred.

Todd, staring at the magazine, felt himself start to float.

Getting higher and higher......

In the living room, the beer can, which had been pinched slightly dented, suddenly reset and made a crunchy "bell" sound.

Todd was climbing to the top, and before he reached the top, he suddenly heard movement downstairs.

Parents are back?

Cold sweat flowed down, and he quickly put the magazine back in the wooden box, covered the movable plank, and then got out of bed and ran to the closet.

As soon as he took a step, he happened to step on the watercolor pen scattered on the ground, and his feet slipped, but the pants between his feet restricted the movement of the other leg, and he could not adjust his balance in mid-air.

The whole person fell backwards.

At the rear is the bedside table.

Todd's temples were aligned at the hard right angles of the bedside table.

Just as he was about to collide, Todd only felt something hit his forehead, causing his head to tilt back slightly.

"Bang!"

Todd fell hard, slamming his side face on the long side of the bedside table.

……

"Todd! Are you at home? Open the door! I'm Alex, Todd, open door! ”

Alex banged the door of Todd's house with his fist, and Qi Zihuan stood next to him.

As soon as he arrived nearby, he saw this mysterious Oriental man standing on the road in front of Todd's house, frowning and looking up and down Todd's house.

It is said that after receiving his call, Qi Zihuan rushed here, because he happened to live nearby, so he came faster than him.

"Bang bang bang!"

After several minutes, no one came to open the door, and Alex was a little anxious, and the slamming of the door was a little harder.

"Mr. Qi, did you bring your mobile phone? Otherwise, we'll call his parents and ask......"

Before he could finish speaking, the door opened.

Todd, whose right cheek was swollen high, was looking at the two men at the door with a puzzled expression.

The little paper man upstairs silently and quickly inspected every room.

Nothing.