It was when I was ten years old when I realized exactly that I was different from the people around me.

I thought I was in the deepest hallucination of my subconscious, but everyone saw what I had created with my imagination, and the beauty was full of weirdness.

The fragrant but blood-dripping pink sycamore petals are vibrantly dotted everywhere the black sycamore branches stretch out, and in the warm sunlight, the breeze swaying in front of the old and dilapidated eaves, vaguely as if they are calling for something and as if they are pouring out something......

On the contrary, from that day onwards, the whole village was in a suffocating silence, and everyone began to voluntarily move away from me, and wherever I went, I was always confronted with a pair of expressionless masks and bloodshot eyes full of fear.

I don't know why, and no one told me why, but from that day on, my uncle also walked away from me, leaving only a very pale sentence: "You are not the first!" ”

And what is "you not the first" for an orphan who has lost both parents since childhood? Ten years of time, there is not a day that I have not spent in extreme loneliness and longing, but when I finally saw the end, this inexplicable light pushed me into the abyss of despair that I could not see the bottom no matter how long I fell, and the cold and fear that penetrated into my bone marrow penetrated deep from behind in an instant, so that I no longer dared to approach the place where I thought everything was going to start all over again - the village school was also the only place where I could feel at ease in ten years.

I didn't want to leave here, not at all, but as long as I walked there, no one would be there, and the school would be deserted by my insistence, and no one would come here again, even if I had only stepped here once since the incident, but for some reason the sky above it had become a habitat for crows.

Everyone was afraid of me, and they all deliberately avoided me, although after a week I was used to this kind of loneliness that has always accompanied me since birth, but this did not leave for a moment, even in a dream can give me a deathly depression, so heavy that I can completely collapse at any time.

But what puzzles me the most is that everyone would rather choose to move out than do anything to me with the intention of expelling, they are just blindly fleeing and hiding, I don't understand that their fear of me has reached the point of giving up any resistance.

Finally one day I couldn't hold back any longer, and after some hesitation, I stepped into the door of my uncle's house, but to my surprise, from what I saw through the door there was nothing but the mirror, and in the mirror were countless identical selves.

"Could it be that my uncle has always lived in this kind of place since he came? But this is not what a normal person's residence looks like. I thought as I took a slight step along the corridor of mirrors.

At the end of the mirror corridor is a mirror room that looks like a room, and I can see countless images of myself in my eyes from any direction, but this time I have a different appearance inside, and the seventh, tenth, thirteenth, fifteenth, eighteenth, and twentieth in all directions have a different appearance from the current me.

After the sudden amazement, I hurriedly tried my best to calm my tsunami-like ups and downs, and fixed my eyes, and then I clearly saw that the tenth on my chest was the blood-dripping sycamore flower that I had conjured that day, and it was deeply seared in front of my heart, and the snow-white glow at the end reflected the scarlet that kept gushing out from the top, bewitching and weird.

And the seventh me, under the terrifying and hideous face is the creepy long fangs dripping with green blood, and even the nails of the hands are pointy, like a vampire in the Western world, only a little more terrifying.

Although I don't know what this portends, I vaguely feel that the answer is here, and then I turned my gaze to the thirteenth self, but at this time, the mirror all shattered in an instant, and all around became a suffocating darkness, as if everything did not exist, just like the light, in fact, it did not exist just now, but it was launched from another world through the distance of the mirror center, and it did not exist in a way, because this is in this world, the world that I feel.

I sat patiently in my uncle's house until the sun really set, and the sky gradually darkened unconsciously, but my uncle never returned, and this place became a place where crows always belonged, but it was reflected in the ruins all over the ground, which was very harmonious.

I got up and didn't complain in disappointment, because my uncle didn't owe me anything from childhood to adulthood, at least until I was seven years old, he was with me all the way, but at my house and not his.

I think the reason why I didn't reveal the state of being seven years old should be inseparable from my uncle, it must have been something he did in advance, but why did he choose not to help me after the age of seven?

If he was able to help me through that catastrophe before the age of seven, then I have every reason to believe that he would definitely be able to do it when I was ten, but why did he choose not to set foot in it again? Until he disappeared completely, and for me it was like a plant that had suddenly lost its sunlight, and there was no hope of survival, and all that was left was withering and decaying without any suspense.

Fortunately, I still have a vague memory of what happened that night three years ago.

Seven years old, an age when I was still curious about everything around me, and my cognition was extremely imperfect, so when my uncle pulled me to the cemetery that night, I didn't know what the raised mounds represented, and I didn't know what the things I saw represented, and I didn't feel any horror at first, but I felt that there were other people, and I wasn't alone.

That day, my uncle and I had chosen a great hiding place near the largest of the thousands of graves, and it was evident that someone had dug it a long time ago.

"Uncle, what are you bringing me here to see?" I asked, even with a hint of excitement.

"Come and see an old friend!" The uncle replied with a serious expression, but his eyes did not leave the large lonely grave in the center of the cemetery.

"Is it an old friend of my uncle? Uncle is so amazing, I want to make friends, but I don't know why, there doesn't seem to be anyone in the village who wants to be friends with me......" I looked at my uncle with pleading eyes.

And my uncle finally turned his head and held me in his arms, but his eyes were already a little moist at some point, and he jokingly said, "It seems that Ling'er has never regarded my uncle as a friend!" Uncle is still so good to you! ”

I burst into tears when I heard this, and the joys and sorrows of seven-year-olds often don't need too many complicated reasons, because I only focus on the most essential side of things, like getting a candy for no reason, even if it is of poor quality, it is enough to make me happy for days.

"That's because my uncle is too old! You can't usually play with me. I happily stubbornly stubborned.

"Hahaha, there's a reason why uncle doesn't play with you, but uncle can't say this reason, but although your uncle and I don't have a wife, I will try my best to make up for the part of your father's love, as for the part of mother's love, it's all up to you to feel it from the TV series, and father's love is deep, often so deep that no one finds that it has always existed, so uncle, I will endure my heart and use the coldest loneliness in the world to teach you the strongest strength and independence, and you have to learn these to survive......"

"But I'm not ...... at all"

I didn't agree with my uncle at all, and I couldn't wait for him to finish speaking, and I couldn't wait to interrupt it, trying to argue something, but in the middle of the sentence, my uncle's thick and powerful palm completely covered my mouth and nose.

After a few fruitless struggles, I finally calmed down and looked ahead with my uncle's fixed gaze......

There was a man who was coming out of the largest lonely grave, but it was not like walking, for he had not lifted his steps at all, but had been floating.

Just by looking at the clothes, I could conclude that he was by no means from our time, although at that time I didn't understand what the Republic of China costume was, and the dark black shroud and hat on the upper body and the white robe on the lower body were very loosely attached to the already somewhat shriveled body.

Looking at the way he wandered back and forth in front of the grave, he seemed to be waiting for something......

A person who had never been seen before and the peculiar forest in this midnight cemetery made me feel a trace of suffocating horror in just a moment, and subconsciously held my breath, and watched quietly without taking my eyes off it, and after about two or three minutes, I don't know why my uncle crawled out, and when he left, he gently told me in my ear not to make a sound, I was very obedient and hurriedly covered my mouth, and my eyes widened, although I didn't understand it, I still looked at everything that was going to happen in front of me motionlessly.

I saw that the man greeted him with a smile when he saw his uncle, and the expression on his face pulled the only remaining layer of flesh and skin so that people could see the entire skull.

However, the uncle did not speak, but continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened, but the man seemed to have received the most satisfactory reply, and welcomed the uncle in with a smile in his eyes.

After the two of them entered, the thousands of acres of cemetery returned to a deathly silence in an instant, and the darkness raged again, covering everything again, maybe no one was awake at the moment except us, as if it was also suitable for the reproduction of another kind of thing, like a ghost......

And the human world that spreads to the whole world, the forbidden and covered up may really be the only way to the end, but before you want to set off, you have to be prepared to accept the loss in advance, and many people often feel that this price is too great, so they often try their best to stabilize the present and hope for other ......

And for me, fear swept over me uncontrollably like a flood that had just broken through a dam, and I could only fool myself again without any choice, like countless difficult nights in the past seven years: don't think, don't be afraid, because beauty is always in the next moment when you open your eyes! But today I'm really not sure if I'll ever see that exciting sunrise again.

Because just as I was distracted, something completely broke me, and another person floating in the air was pulling my uncle's head with his intestines attached to it, and he was looking in my direction, as if he had noticed something......