In the next few days, Xiao Mo forgot about the diary again. However, although the loss of the diary reminder temporarily made him lose his memory of amnesia, that almost habitual feeling still left a few traces in his heart.

Habit, this is a problem that he is aware of again these days.

Originally, if his brain was awake at this time, and there was no entanglement of the two memories of Su Hao and Xiao Mo, then he would easily find this problem. But because Xiao Mo's memories were revived and Su Hao's memories were not suppressed, the dispute between these two different memories also made him feel a headache, and he had no time to pay attention to these problems.

Bai Yimei may have seen something, so he stopped him at the door after school at noon that day:

"What's going on lately? I see how nervous you are. ”

Although Bai Yimei disguised it well, there was still a hint of concern on her face, even though her tone sounded like a question.

"Well, there have been some problems with my body recently, maybe the same condition from before has recurred."

Xiao Mo has been tortured by the two memories in his head recently, and he will produce no less than a dozen times a day, or flash in an instant, or stay for a short time.

Some of the contents of these memory fragments did not even remember him, but every time they appeared, they would stab his cranial nerves fiercely, almost giving him a splitting headache.

"If you are sick, go to the hospital immediately, it's not a way to stand up like this."

Bai Yimei seemed to have forgotten something, anyway, this sentence came out. He sounded a little weird. He rubbed his temples vigorously, as if thinking of something, and suddenly asked:

"Don't tell me, you forgot what was wrong with me?"

"I knew you had a nervous disorder!" Bai Yi glanced at him, but perhaps because he didn't think he should say that, his tone slowed down a little:

"You said you had that kind of disease, but I really didn't believe it."

"Whatever you want, but if a person who claims to be Xiao Mo appears one day, don't reject it, that is another me." Xiao Mo said expressionlessly.

"Don't bluff me with that. Come on. How do you like it, I don't bother to care about you, I'm going home! ”

Bai Yimei thought that he was deliberately angry with her, so he snorted coldly and walked away. But he stopped him again:

"I'd like to ask you to do me a favor."

"What's the busy?" Bai Yimei stopped and looked back. It doesn't seem like I'm going to refuse.

"I've always felt like lately. I ...... myself Or maybe there's something wrong around you, but it's certainly not wrong...... It is...... Anyway, you should pay more attention. ”

"I thought you were going to say something." Bai Yimei sighed lightly after hearing this, feeling like she was helpless about the boy's innocence. But she didn't argue anything. Nodding his head, he said:

"Well, I'll keep an eye on it, but I advise you to play less games lately and see how you've got."

After Bai Yimei dropped this sentence, she walked away without looking back.

That kind of doubt about himself and the surrounding environment still appeared repeatedly in Xiao Mo's induction for a period of time in the future. In the process, he rediscovered the diary and wrote down what had happened to him or around him in the last few days.

Lately, he has always had a strong intuition that something terrible might happen, so he has become more serious about diaries. Moreover, every diary entry he had forgotten soon after he had written it down, and in his observations, he was extremely surprised to find that the rest of the class had similar amnesia to his.

In order to verify his conjecture, he kept passing notes to his acquaintances in the class, and accurately marked the time on the notes, so that the time continued from time to time, so that each paragraph had traces to follow.

However, at the end of almost every class, someone who had passed a note to him in class would come to him and ask him inexplicably, saying when he would pass him a note, and he had no memory of some things in the previous class.

This memory is only kept by him, and the others have indirect amnesia, and do not admit or believe that they have ever passed a note to him. Even if the evidence is conclusive, they are still quibbling.

And this phenomenon also made him strongly aware that this may not be as simple as simple amnesia.

"Is this a paranormal event? Am I Xiao Mo or Su Hao? ”

This kind of suspicion of his own identity also came up again under the stimulation of this strange experience.

Time continued to pass mercilessly in the weird, and his idea of believing that he was "Xiao Mo" was also deepening wildly. Because he sensed the loss of his memory, he didn't dare to leave the diary at all, and he had to write it down almost every day.

And tonight, when he returned home and looked through his diary again, he saw something that sent chills down his spine.

"Oh my God! I couldn't believe my eyes, and yes, I can't describe how horrified I am now, because I seem to have finally realized what my lost memory is.

It's the size of the class, no, it's my classmates, and maybe it's everyone I've ever met.

Because I don't remember that there was a person named Wang Yong in the class, and I didn't know that this Wang Yong was still my best friend. and the one named Zhang Fan, I don't have the slightest impression.

Yes, I was shocked but I didn't believe it, I decided to check the size of the class, I don't think I'd ever play such a horrible joke on myself.

I was scared, I'm really scared now, the class was 50 people. But the record in my diary is obviously 62 people, where are those 12 people?

I just inquired around the class, and it turned out that no one knew Wang Yong and Zhang Fan. However, what made me even more creepy was that when each of them counted the class size, they all told me very strictly, and there were 62 people in the class!

But...... But why can't I see it!

Are "they" really human......

Perhaps something terrifying is quietly happening in this classroom, and I am probably the only witness to it.

I'm so scared now, I can't help but fantasize that I can keep a diary, because it proves that I'm alive.

How ironic, I was still full of curiosity some time ago, and I still prayed that this series of journals would end.

I just counted the number of people who don't believe in evil again, and it's really 50 people, yes, I'm no longer obsessed with this problem, although I feel like the whole classroom is dead at the moment, as if I'm the only one gasping for breath.

My hands were shaking uncontrollably, and maybe I had to think about how I could avoid school. ”

The date on this diary is exactly what he remembers today, but he has no impression of such a horrific account in his mind, which is much more terrifying than the content of the diary.

After reading it, he only felt as if his body was covered with a layer of ice, and there was constantly a cold air surging in from outside.

With it, he seemed to hear a series of "stepping" footsteps outside the door, but in fact, his parents are socializing today, and he is the only one at home at this moment!

He swallowed hard and frothed, then cautiously moved towards the bedroom door, and then slowly opened the door.

The bedroom door was pulled open a little by him, and he looked through the crack in the door to see a miserable area outside, but it didn't look like a person. Seeing this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said in his heart that he was scaring himself. But just as he was about to close the door, he suddenly noticed a huge force acting on the door, and he tried to close the door but couldn't close it!

It couldn't be more obvious, there are people outside the door!!

"Who? Who's outside the door! ”

He shouted loudly, but the "man" outside the door didn't seem to have any intention of answering, and there was still no sound coming from the room. But just as he was about to escape from the door, the bedroom door slowly closed again. Xiao Mo didn't care why it could be closed, and hurriedly locked it inside.

After locking the door, he immediately took out his mobile phone and called his parents, but by the time his parents returned, it was already the middle of the night.

There is no trace of Zài's invasion in the house, and as for why the door could not be closed, his parents may have gotten stuck in something, it was just an accident.

But it is not difficult to see that Xiao Mo's spirit is so weak that Cheng Dù may collapse at any time.

He barely slept that night, lying in bed like a dead body, except for the flickering ghosts that filled the dark room. There were many mutters that no matter how much he listened, he couldn't make out what he was saying......

Wandering over and over again by his pillow, it didn't gradually dissipate until dawn. (To be continued......)