Slowly approaching the corpse, the back of the neighbor's neck, arms, and calves were very swollen, and they were covered with a layer of dirty green patches, and the whole body was almost swollen, and the closer I got to him, the stronger the unpleasant smell became, and I finally knew where the strange smell in the hallway and the strange smell in the house came from. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I put my phone on the table not far away, squatted beside him, held a kitchen knife in my left hand to keep him vigilant, and turned him over with my right hand, only to see some dark red blood flowing out of his mouth and nose, and his face was covered with dark brown reticular stripes, which looked very disgusting, of course, this is not a big deal for me, I have long been immune to this visual impact.

Only his huge, cloudy eyes made me feel a little uneasy, and his indistinguishable expression could vaguely tell that he was not in any intense emotion when he died, but these shocked and frightened eyes could be seen after several days, indicating that the cause of his death was not so simple.

I tried to take off my sticky shorts, inevitably pulling up some of the fluffy flesh, and I threw the clothes stained with unknown liquids and skin, hair, and flesh under the table with a blank face, and looked at his body carefully.

Looking at the disgusting look that is enough to make ordinary people vomit out of the overnight meal, I am still relatively calm in my heart, although the sense of smell is a little unbearable, but it is still within my acceptable range, up and down and back and forth, and I didn't find the wounds I imagined, bullet holes and the like, it looks like this guy is walking and falling to the ground and suddenly dying, I haven't learned any autopsy or anything like that, of course, in this situation now, even if I have learned, I don't have those tools, There is no way to verify whether he died of poisoning or some internal cause such as some disease.

When I got up and was about to leave, I suddenly noticed something, and from the bottom of it, he seemed... Where do you want to go before you die?

I remembered when I hadn't turned over his body, his outstretched right hand seemed to be in the direction of the cabinet for the television, and if he had suddenly fallen to the ground, he would have wanted to go inside the television cabinet to get something, because there were only windows, televisions, television cabinets, and radiators in front of him.

Of course, things should be in that cupboard, right?

I just did a cursory inspection of his house, and the cabinet drawers were only hastily rummaged through.

I walked over his body, picked up the kitchen knife again, and after walking to the cabinet, I first crouched down and checked the heating to see if there was anything hidden in the cracks.

Nothing was found.

So I turned around and opened the first drawer on the left side of the cabinet, and there was nothing.

The same is true of the second and third, and if you count some of the yellow magazines, then it seems to be somewhat rewarding.

The first drawer on the right has nothing.

The same goes for the second, and the same goes for the third.

It's strange, could it be that he just happened to pose this way when he died?

I tried to search more closely, and the third time I searched, I found a notebook under the cabinet, which was almost a centimeter apart, and the notebook was connected with a very thin nylon thread, and the thread was wrapped around the thin pillar of the cabinet, because it was covered with dust, so I searched for the third time and found that there was a thread there, and along the thread, I pulled out this notebook that had been through the vicissitudes of life.

Dusting off the dust, it looks like an ordinary black notebook, but the use of such an ingenious way of concealing it already shows that the content is not simple, and coupled with the behavior of my neighbor who wanted to get it again before he died, I feel more and more that there is a high probability that some secrets are hidden in the notebook.

I opened the notebook carefully, I was afraid of hurting the paper inside, I don't know how long this thing has been here, in case it is too rough to open and damage it.

The first page was blank, the notebook was reserved for a blank page with some patterns, and the second page (maybe this is the first page) began, and I saw the words.

This is a diary.

？？ Year?? Month?? Day, morning?? when written

The weather was cloudy

Today is cloudy as always, and the new director actually did something to Xiaoli directly in the office, a huge office! No one dares to be angry! This group of grandchildren!

But who am I to speak of them? I'm also one of the grandchildren!

Damn it!

Actually, I've liked Xiaoli for a long time...

？？ Year?? Month?? Day, evening?? when written

The weather was light and rainy

Alas, I always doze off when I go to work, and today I happened to be inspected by the leader, and I was caught by one, what a shame, Xiaoli she... Look at me as if they are so cold and ruthless.

By the way, according to the grapevine, she has been... The new director has an unspoken rule, and I...

What can I do? I'm just, looking like a coward!

The next three or four pages are very sloppy, probably meaning all the neighbors' opinions about the dog man and woman, as well as some words that only dare to be said and scolded in the bottom of their hearts, which are worthless, if you have to say that there is, that is... All the parts about time have been erased, not to say that they were coated with a modification solution or whatever, but... It's the same as if it wasn't written! But before the year, month, and day were empty enough to write some numbers!

I went on.

？？ Year?? Month?? Day, evening?? when written

Weather, cloudy

I feel like something is wrong with my colleagues, and I don't know why I feel that way...

Some people suddenly look much older, and some people suddenly look much younger.

By the way, Xiaoli was promoted, and she was promoted with the director, and I have long heard that this director has a big background behind her, and it seems to be true.

Alas... I!!! Fuck it!

At this time, he has basically stopped complaining, and the last insult is his swan song, and he may not even have the strength to complain after being oppressed by reality until now, right? If you resist at the beginning, maybe it won't be like this, gossip, I continued to read, the next few pages are basically describing some things that seem a little abnormal, such as instant noodles that can't be soaked, documents that disappeared for no reason, someone fell and lay in the hospital for a few months, saying that it was a lack of calcium, but that person also participated in a running competition held by the company two days ago, and won the second place.

This is still a relatively general anomaly, and by the second half of this diary, these anomalies have become unbelievable.

The first day was fine, but the next day it was in the newspaper and said that he died violently at home.

There are dead grandparents who still call, you say it's resurrection, it's impossible, where did you get a mobile phone in the sixties and seventies of the last century? And it's a moving number!

At this time, the diary record of his colleagues was interrupted, for no other reason, under the frequent anomalous phenomena, the whole society was in great panic, their company seemed to be shot more, because of the death of a person, their company was on holiday.

This release is a permanent release, why do you say that? Because... My neighbor's company owner somehow committed suicide by jumping off a building during the holidays.

So, my neighbor returned home and became an otaku who would be fired at any time.

The wonderful part of the diary has only just begun, if the previous ones were all about the phenomena that happened to others, then now, they are the phenomena that happened to him!

The more I looked, the more frightened I became.