In the middle of the night without stars and moons, Lu Qing ran for his life on the desolate Gobi Desert, like a detached young beast, looking for a warm place to stay. Lu Qing didn't know why he was in this ghost place, and he didn't know where he was going to flee? But he didn't dare to stop for a moment, because there was something behind him all the time.

Fear does not arise from impending death, but from the unknown itself. The things behind him are hidden in the yellow sand, and only vague rudiments can be seen, as if they do not belong to animals, do not belong to humans, do not belong to this era, and may not even belong to this world.

Their footsteps were getting closer and closer, but Lu Qing was already exhausted. Just when hope was swallowed up by darkness, a hut appeared on the Gobi Desert not far away. Lu Qing seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and ran towards the hut with the last of his strength.

The door to the hut is opened, and an old man in ragged clothes appears.

"Something chasing you?"

"Help me." Lu Qing begged bitterly.

The old man's cloudy eyes flashed with an unknown light.

"Come in." With the owner's permission, Lu Qing dodged and hid in the hut.

But at the moment when the wooden door of the hut was closed, Lu Qing suddenly felt that something was wrong. Human instinct told him that the old man was gone. He subconsciously wanted to leave, but he didn't touch the deadbolt, and not only that, but the door behind him also disappeared.

The huge mental pressure almost made Lu Qing almost collapse, he groped forward in fear, and just after taking a few steps, he felt his feet slip and fall into a puddle. Lu Qing wanted to climb out along the edge of the puddle, but found that the wall of the puddle was slippery and arc-shaped, and there was nowhere to borrow strength.

Gradually, the water in the "puddle" continued to heat up, and when the neurons of memory and touch intersected, Lu Qing's brain suddenly compiled a terrifying message. It's not a "puddle" at all, but it's like a cauldron on a blazing flame.

As time passed, Lu Qing's thinking became more and more blurred under the severe pain, and the festering skin and flesh dissolved in the water and turned into a delicious soup. Although he was on the verge of death, Lu Qing still stared at his unwilling eyes, wanting to see what had happened to him. However, his eyeballs were evaporated with a white membrane by the high temperature, and his vision became more and more cloudy.

When the smell of meat in the cauldron permeated the whole cabin, the room was lit up. The old man reappeared, with a group of tall monsters behind him. I saw one of the monsters holding a steel fork in his hand, and suddenly plunged into Lu Qing's shoulder, picking his whole person out of the boiling hot soup like a cooked stewed chicken, and sending him into a huge mouth of blood.

"Ah!!!h

Lu Qing suddenly woke up from his dream, sweating profusely. He took a sip of water, picked up his pen and wrote in his notebook:

If fate locks the river, the fish will lose their direction. I woke up from a nightmare and fell into another nightmare, and so on and so forth, with no end in sight.

Lu Qing was tormented by this nightmare for half a year. Half a year ago, his girlfriend mysteriously disappeared, and his best friend also died mysteriously, which caused him serious psychological problems.

Although I regularly seek the help of the best psychologists, it is useless. Lu Qing still falls into all kinds of bizarre nightmares every night. He knew where the nightmare began, but he never saw the end.

Lu Qing is an orphan who was raised by his uncle since he was a child. After graduating from university, he went on a study tour abroad, but because he had been refusing his uncle's funding during the period, the study tour process was very hard. Fortunately, seven years passed in a flash, and Lu Qing completed his studies excellently.

After returning to China, Lu Qing settled in City A and became a freelance book translator. Every day's work is to constantly change the form of words. This job seems to be easy, but it is actually very boring. But isn't that what life is all about? Plain is true, Lu Qing is very satisfied with his life now.

However, fate is always so unpredictable, and the original boundless blue sky may suddenly be covered by dark clouds, which can catch people off guard. At the moment when the sun was completely gone, no one could have predicted how long the storm would last.

Half a year ago......

Lu Qing lay on the bed staring at the ceiling with his eyes scattered, as if trying to summon his lost soul. For a long time recently, he has been suffering from severe headaches. However, the doctor insisted that there was nothing wrong with his head and that the headache was probably caused by excessive brain overwork. After getting up, Lu Qing simply washed up and dialed a familiar number.

"Baby, how about a dinner date? It's been a long time since we've seen each other. ”

"Sorry, dear. I just got a mission and I'm going on a business trip, okay next week! Well, yes. The other end of the line hurriedly hung up.

Mina is a fair-skinned and petite girl, with big brown curls and shiny brown eyes that fascinate Lu Qing, the only fly in the ointment is that Mina is a workaholic and spends most of her time drowning in work. She does love Lu Qing deeply, but she also loves work.

The curtains were opened, and the streets were filled with busy and scattered passers-by. The sunlight outside the window is not bright, hazy and slightly gloomy, just like Lu Qing's life, which is never fragrant or crispy.

Ate some breakfast hastily and drank a glass of chilled champagne, which was Lu Qing's long-term work habit and helped to help the brain wake up. Then Lu Qing sat down in front of the computer and yawned and browsed the mailbox. Most of the work of freelance translators is done by mail. Lu Qing slid the mouse to rummage through the emails related to work, but after a long time, he found nothing. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and he had hoped to use his work to resist the pain in his head.

Just as Lu Qing was about to turn off the computer, the mailbox page suddenly refreshed autonomously, and a new email without a title was received in the inbox. Lu Qing scratched his chin and clicked on the email, and found that it was blank inside, and the interface was still empty after refreshing it several times, which was a little inexplicable.

At this moment, the weather outside the window, which was not bright, suddenly covered the top with dark clouds, and a burst of muffled thunder rumbled through the sky. At the same time, a terrible howl suddenly came out of the stereo. Lu Qing was shocked by this sudden sound and broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly turned off the stereo power.

At this point, a sketch appeared on the originally blank mailbox interface. A dilapidated room is depicted against a gray-black background, with a man crouching in the center with his back to the screen. As if an optical illusion, the man's shoulders were shaking slightly. Lu Qing thought it was just a dynamic flash effect, but he rubbed his eyes and looked again, but the man was motionless.

When Lu Qing frowned and approached the screen to take a look, a strange scene suddenly appeared. The man in the sketch suddenly stretched out his right hand and quickly traced something with his fingers in the open space beside him.

Lu Qing was startled by the sudden movement of the man in the painting, but his eyes were trapped on the display screen with fear. I saw the man write a twisted line of address: No. 13 Zhengyang Street. When the man in the painting writes this address, it is as if his fingers have been suddenly broken by excessive force, but the writing does not stop, and continues to write two bloody characters on his blood-dripping finger bones: Run!

Immediately, the picture on the screen began to burn, and just before the picture was about to burn out, the man suddenly turned his head to reveal his side face, and Lu Qing stared at the half of his face with trepidation, as if it was his best friend. Lu Qing carefully checked the strange email again, but there was no sender at all in this email.

Lu Qing rubbed the slag on his chin vigorously, and his mind was disturbed by the strange email just now. Could this be Tempo's prank? He hadn't heard from Tianbao for three days, and his mobile phone had been unreachable.

Lu Qing has lived with his uncle in the countryside since he was a child, and his cousin couldn't play with him when he was young, and his peers disliked him as a city boy of "unknown origin", and he was always deliberately ignored. At that time, only the simple Tianbao was willing to approach Lu Qing, and the two naturally became the best playmates.

Since Lu Qing went abroad to study, Tianbao came to City A to work, and finally carved out his own world. In fact, the main reason why Lu Qing settled in City A after returning to China was Tianbao. Tianbao has an honest personality and is not good at scheming. He began to deliver water in a drinking water company, and was appreciated by his leaders for his steadfastness and ability. Later, because of the pertinence of a large number of customers, Tianbao gradually established his own water delivery company, and his career flourished in a few years.

After having a career, Tianbao has enough time and material conditions to ponder some things he likes. Tempo is obsessed with horror movies and joined a mysterious horror movie club a year ago, where there are often some good movies to share. Tianbao originally wanted to pull Lu Qing to join, but Lu Qing was not very interested in those mysterious movies. Although he also persuaded Tianbao to look less at those things of unknown origin, it didn't work.

"Ding, jingle, jingle."

Just when Lu Qinggang wanted to dial Tianbao's phone again, the ringtone of the landline phone came, and he answered the phone and heard that it was the property management company.

"Hello dear residents, we are very sorry for the power outage in the early hours of this morning. Now the line is being repaired, and the power supply may be restored in the afternoon......"

"Got it." Lu Qing didn't want to listen to these professional ramblings at all, and just as he was about to hang up the phone, the computer screen in front of him fell into darkness after a rapid flicker.

"Wait, you said the power outage in the early hours of the morning?"

"Well, yes. There was a fault in the line at 3am, sorry for the ......"

"There's a power outage in this building?"

"I'm sorry, sir. It's not just this building, it's the whole community. ”

I only heard a "bang", and the microphone in my hand fell to the ground. Lu Qing shook his head vigorously, stretched out his hand and touched the computer case, which was warm. Is it a hallucination? At this time, Lu Qing's brain was in chaos, and he subconsciously wanted to drink something. But just as he walked to the refrigerator, a sharp pain hit his brain, his whole body began to sweat, and the strength in his body seemed to be suddenly drained, and his legs were sore. Lu Qing endured the sharp pain in his head and opened the refrigerator, but the scene in front of him directly shattered his reason.

A bloody goat's head appeared in the refrigerator, staring straight at him with those lifeless eyes.