"Huh? Are you listening? The neighbor said again, he was a little elegant, but in my eyes he seemed to have turned into a ghost, waiting for an opportunity to take my life!

"You're in danger right now, there's something coming!" I shouted in a panic, but he only showed a surprised expression, not half panic, and the banter in his eyes made my face even hotter. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Indeed, I now behave a lot like a creature living in a mental hospital.

There are three and a half minutes left, and he still has three and a half points to live.

Looking at him with a mocking face, I clasped my hands and punched him in the stomach without taking a few steps, and he curled up in pain, and finally there was some panic on his face.

"You want money, but what do you want? I'll give it to you, don't fight. "He started begging for mercy, and he looked like he thought I was here to rob the house. But it doesn't matter now, it's about pulling him out of this house.

If there's really a monster or something, the small indoor environment is obviously not suitable for escape, I think it's better outside, and the space is large, so it's easy to escape.

"Let's go! Don't play dead! Lao Tzu doesn't want money, Lao Tzu only wants my own life! I saw that he wanted to fight back, and punched him in the stomach again, and this time he retched a few times, vomited some dinner residue and gastric juice, and fell to the ground weakly.

I dragged him out the door, and the illusory numbers jumping above his head were three points.

He had three more minutes to live.

Dragged him out of the house with all my might, I felt a little exhausted, I felt that he struggled quite hard, almost couldn't hold him down, this should be the result of my usual inactivity, now I hate the laid-back self before, why don't you exercise your body stronger?

Putting aside those distractions, the voice-activated light lit up with the sound of my footsteps, and I controlled myself not to think about the strange voice-activated light that had gone out before, and he turned his head to look at me as I dragged him to the ground, and I read doubts and deeper fear in his eyes.

Is it because I didn't rob him of his money that I felt a sense of trust in me? Or is it simply a fear of my severe mental illness?

As I continued to drag, he struggled a lot less.

"Convinced?" I asked tentatively.

"You need treatment, I know a lot of doctors who can help you get out of it." The neighbor said with a trembling voice.

I was silent, but continued to drag him, he saw that I did not speak, and immediately began to shout for help, it turned out that I did not call for help just now because I was afraid that I would turn my face, and now I know that I am very sick, and finally give up hope?

"Shut up! You are dying, you know? I slapped him in the face, withdrew my hand and dragged him towards the stairs.

There's still two minutes left, damn it, why did it go by so fast!

He felt the pain in his body, closed his mouth, stopped talking, just glanced at me with a resentful gaze, I was inexplicably a little flustered, I was a little afraid of his eyes.

There was a minute left, I let go of my hand, he rolled down the stairs, this minute, I only dragged him half a floor, I ran down this half floor, put my hands on his shoulders, stared at his dim eyes, tried to suppress the anger in my heart, and said word by word: "There are really ghosts, why don't you believe it, ah!" Why don't you believe it! ”

After saying that, I immediately rushed downstairs, joking, it's only the twelfth floor now, don't I run and wait for death?

That thing is here, and it would be strange if I were still in this corridor, not dying.

It's just that half a day's lifespan, I feel irritable when I think about it, why is that person so stupid? Even if you have the slightest belief and run downstairs with me, there will be no so much to do! I don't believe it's because I'm afraid of losing a piece of meat or losing a few hundred dollars

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A few minutes later, I ran out of the hallway out of breath and came to the neighborhood, was the man dead? I looked up and saw that the illusory white lotus flower had indeed disappeared, and I already knew that I could see the lotus flower through the object, and it could not be that the building was blocking the lotus, so the person should really be dead.

Yes, dead, half a day's life, that's it!

I don't dare to go upstairs, I don't dare to go home, what if the monster, or the ghost, is still there?

I felt a sense of unprecedented confusion, if I continue to detain like this, I will die sooner or later, right? And if I die in a car accident tomorrow, does that mean I'm going to die soon?

Thinking of this, I forcibly bred up my spirits and watched vigilantly for anything around me that could threaten my life, and it took me a while to realize that I seemed to be a little too neurotic, but, am I really not going to die in a car accident tomorrow?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt a wave of great fear turn into something omnipresent, enveloping my whole being, my body, my mind.

Am I really not going to die right now?

Maybe I'm dead now!

Will there be a meteorite to kill me? Will it?

How long will I live? Deducted half a day of my life, how much more do I have? I hate myself now for not seeing my own life left, if that were the case, even if there was only one minute left, I would have lived with peace of mind, not as scared as I am now, right?

Perhaps, by that time, I will be even more scared, right?

My thoughts became more and more confused, I walked to a tree in the community in a daze, put my hand on the tree, my weak body instantly collapsed, the hard and cold earth gave me an incomparably kind sense of security, I realized, I still seem to have some dependence.

But, I'm afraid this is also a delusion, right? What can the earth do for me? Thinking about it, I lay down on the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long it took, I woke up, I got up with soreness, the sky had turned bright, my head seemed to be being dragged down by some heavy object, extremely heavy, the lingering ice and snow dream in my brain was gradually replaced by a scorching reality, of course, the burning was my forehead, I felt very uncomfortable, no wonder, this kind of weather to sleep outside for a night, not cold that is superman, right?

But I felt satisfied, after all I was alive, I slowly walked up the stairs, and after a night, the thing was gone, and now the upstairs should be safe.

Presumably.

However, I always felt that something was wrong, that something was missing.

I was so tired, I needed food, water, a warm bed, and medicine, all of which I had only at home, and I hesitated to walk three floors, and finally made up my mind that I had to go home, and if I went on like this, it would be dangerous if the fever did not go away.

Walk, go up, continue to go up, although I have made up my mind in my heart, but the more I go, the more empty my heart becomes, after all, there is likely to be a person with an extremely tragic death lying on my way, I am used to seeing death, but it is far away, it cannot be deeper than the bloody scene to give me.

The more I didn't have the courage to go upstairs when I thought of his death, his struggle, his roar, and the terrible images that might have flashed in his mind before he died, I changed my mind, I didn't go back, there was a family on the seventh floor, and my dad was a drinking friend, and when my dad was at home, he often came to fight with my dad, and my dad often went to look for him, and after I lifted my dad who was drunk a few times, I remembered the location of his house, and went to him, maybe it was a good idea.

I never thought about looking for help from others before, from childhood to adulthood, whether it was falling, being scolded, being beaten, I was a person, at most my dad was added, and now, I want to find a person who is ignorant and ignorant of good and evil, is he worthy of my trust?

I don't know, but I don't have a better choice, so I'll just leave it at that.

Ten seconds later, I stood at the door of his house, hesitated for a moment, and knocked lightly on the door, but the sound was too quiet, I knocked hard again, the debilitating effect of the cold was so great, I obviously felt that I was forced, but the force of knocking on the door was still very small.

The first time, there was no response, and now it may only be about seven o'clock, and he may not have woken up yet.

The second time, I heard a low sound of footsteps, and I didn't expect my hearing to be extra sharp because of the high fever, is this a benefit? I suddenly became unstable and almost hit the door, I woke up, and the moment I just lost my mind, infinite sleepiness suddenly and brutally surged up, almost taking away my consciousness.

I reminded myself that I couldn't sleep, that I needed to be awake, and patted my face, the hot face was stimulated by the cold hands, and as I wished, I was a little more awake.

After waiting a little longer, I finally heard the long-awaited sound of the door opening, and although I was reluctant to admit it, I was in anticipation.

"Merck? Why are you here? Come on in! He looked me up and down, embarrassed, and pulled me in.

He seemed to see that my face was wrong, and touched my forehead, and suddenly he was startled, and asked me again and again what happened to me, why didn't I go home, I couldn't answer for a while, I was a little afraid that he also regarded me as mentally ill, I learned a truth from my neighbor, never want to make someone believe something he never believed without paying any price.

I think at the last moment, the neighbor should have believed what I said, but unfortunately, he bought it with his life.

Seeing that I didn't speak, he hurriedly put me on the sofa in the living room, and went to the back room to find something. He must have thought I was sick and delirious.