My name is Mo Li, I have just passed my twenty-fifth birthday, I am single, and I have been honored to enter the ranks of older leftover women.

The family structure is simple, and both parents are dead. Leftover girl, not married, no boyfriend, no dog at home except for myself, the standard type of one person who feeds the whole family and is not hungry.

The family background is average, the appearance is average, the education is average, and he finished college with a meager inheritance left by his parents, but he found a job that is a little unusual - a suspense novelist.

It's all ordinary stuff. I have published a few books, but they didn't sell much well to make me famous, and they didn't make me unable to make ends meet.

After graduating, I returned to my hometown and began my current job of writing suspense novels. I didn't have any special good friends in college, and my former classmates cut off contact like this.

In today's society, the Internet is so developed that as long as you have money, you can buy everything you need without leaving home. Therefore, my interpersonal communication is very simple and limited, and the only people I can contact are editors, couriers and delivery boys.

As a standard otaku, the daily routine is to sleep until the afternoon and get up, collect a courier, order a takeout, sit at the computer desk all night to write some stories that not many people like, and then drag the tired body and numb soul back to bed at dawn, that's all.

I thought I'd keep going until one day I couldn't write any more stories and starved to death, or was found by the courier after staying up all night and dying suddenly for days. But it doesn't matter, anyway, I don't have anything I want to do, I don't have anyone who cares, I don't have ideals and I don't expect anything to change in the future, just live one day at a time, eat and drink without worry, and I have nothing to be dissatisfied with my current life.

It's just that occasionally I think about it, such a boring life, if there is a turnaround, if there is something interesting happening.

However, I'm just thinking about it, after all, "interesting" or something, just like Ye Gong's "dragon" of the dragon, if the "dragon" really has to come, I would rather choose the day when I eat and wait for death now.

However, life, many times, is unsatisfactory, as if I never thought that the so-called "fun" would come in such a way.

In the early hours of December 21, 2012, I collapsed in bed exhausted after a night of writing novels. There are rumors that today is the end of the world, and human civilization will be destroyed today. However, rumors are just rumors after all, and "the end of the world" has not changed my life in any way, but it only adds a little laughter to my occasional bedtime sleep. I never doubted that when I woke up, the world would still be the way it is.

"Hmm... What time is it..."

I woke up from my sleep rubbing my sleepy eyes, muttered under my breath as I got out of bed, and walked barefoot to the window and opened the curtains.

The heavy curtains were suddenly opened, and the darkness in the room was dispelled in an instant, and the sunlight shone into the room through the windows, making me feel a little dazzling after being in the dark for a long time. I raised my hand to block the sunlight that pierced into my eyes, squinted at the fine weather outside, and finally couldn't bear the pain in my eyes, and pulled the curtains back again, leaving only a small gap to let a small amount of sunlight illuminate my room.

Turning around and throwing himself back on the bed, he reached under the pillow and took out his phone to look at the time, it was 3:18 p.m., and there was about an hour and a half, and the courier would arrive at the appointed five o'clock.

Wash your face and brush your teeth, make yourself sober, according to the past habits, first order a takeout that is enough for two meals, and after taking a shower casually, the takeout will be delivered almost immediately. After receiving the takeaway and eating half of it, I casually swiped my phone to watch the drama, waiting for the arrival of the courier.

I was watching a newly found TV series when I heard the knock on the door, pressed the pause button, and subconsciously looked at the time, and at 4:55 p.m., the courier was still as punctual as ever.

When I opened the door, I didn't see the familiar brother, and there was a strange courier standing at the door, wearing a peaked cap, and his face was tightly covered by a pair of sunglasses and a thick scarf.

"You—" I looked at the person in front of me and frowned, and quietly looked to both sides to make sure it wasn't just this one. I can't help but be a little alarmed when I think of the various burglary and murder cases I often see on the Internet, after all, the person in front of me doesn't look like a good person. Holding the door frame with one hand to prevent the person in front of me from suddenly breaking in, and holding the door tightly on the other hand, ready to close the door at any time to block possible danger, I stared nervously at the person, and the suspicion and vigilance in my heart deepened.

"Miss Mo Li, I'm the courier on duty today, this is your courier."

A shrill female voice came from the man's mouth, with a slight crack. Oh my God, the courier's voice is really ugly, it doesn't look like a natural sharp voice, but it seems to be the result of a deliberate voice change, very weird, but with an indescribable sense of familiarity, it sounds creepy to me.

"What about Xiao Li? Why didn't he send it today? Glancing at the courier in the woman's hand, it was indeed my name, but I still held my hands on both sides and didn't mean to take the courier, my eyes were fixed on the woman, and I asked without dispelling doubts. Actually, I don't know what the courier's last name is, it's just nonsense, although the courier is a woman, and it looks like the height and size are about the same as mine, but I'd better be careful, I don't want the newspaper headlines three days later are: gangsters pretending to be couriers to rob the house, and the woman who lived alone was found dead three days later.

"Huh? Surname Lee? Isn't it surnamed Zhang? The female courier's shrill voice was puzzled, "I'm sorry, I'm new to work, I don't know very well, I just know that he has taken a leave of absence." Your clock is beautiful. ”

The female courier said and stretched out her finger, I subconsciously looked at the round blue-gray wall clock hanging on the wall in the direction she pointed, the simple style of the bad street, there is not even a little peculiarity, I really don't see anything beautiful, this courier's aesthetic is quite unique......

"That was before..."... The old clock.

The remaining half of the unspoken words choked in my throat because of the scene in front of me, and I coughed stiffly. I subconsciously raised my right hand to cover my mouth, only then did I realize that I was still holding something.

Express delivery? When did I get my hands? I looked at the box in my hand in a daze, wasn't I just chatting with the courier? When did you get the courier? And when did the courier leave?

A series of questions came flooding in, but I couldn't find a reasonable explanation, and I even wondered if I had written a novel and wrote something wrong, so I imagined such a character. I couldn't help but turn my head to look at the sunlight coming in through the curtains, the sun hadn't set yet, what the hell was it in broad daylight?

I don't know if it's because of the psychological effect, but when I think of the ghost, I feel that the female courier just now is very weird, and I suddenly feel a chill in the back of the yin wind - of course, standing at the door in a thin nightdress in the winter must feel cold - but anyway, nothing bad seems to have happened, so I better not think about it, save myself from scaring myself.

Grabbing the wolf tooth pendant on his chest, he took a few deep breaths and decided to forget about the strange thing he had just done. The wolf tooth pendant was a gift from my father when he was alive, and I always wore it close to me, which can be regarded as a memory. Over the years, it has become a habit for me to hold on to it and take a few deep breaths to calm me down every time I am nervous, scared or sad.

I threw the courier aside, closed the door, and I stretched, deciding that I would go and finish the twelve-episode TV series before working. Well, I think that's the best part of my job, at least I have more freedom to work and when I start writing.

It wasn't until I finished watching all the twelve episodes of the TV series that I remembered that I hadn't written a word today. While muttering to himself about the misleading drama, he put down his phone and closed his eyes slightly to rest his sour eyes.

But after only a few seconds of closure, I couldn't help but open my eyes and sit up, and a strange feeling came from the bottom of my heart.

Wrong......

I frowned, and almost instantly my back was covered with cold sweat, goosebumps quickly appeared on my arms and legs, and the hairs stood on end.

Wrong.

I leaned my back against the head of the bed, clutching the pendant hanging from my chest, feeling the pain of the tender flesh in my palm being crushed, trying my best to control my breathing to calm down, I had not yet felt my attention on the plot of the TV series, but when I just closed my eyes and sank into the darkness, I completely experienced the unusual, I don't know what became different from usual, I felt very uncomfortable for no reason, there was no sound around me at all, my ears were filled with the sound of breathing that I was trying to control but still heavy, and my own violent heartbeat.

Breathe... Heartbeat... Wait a minute! What about sound? Where did all the voices go!?

I was startled, and finally remembered what was making me feel wrong—quiet.

Although I have long been accustomed to the silence of being alone, I have never experienced this terrible silence. I tried to listen, but I heard nothing but my own voice. On weekdays, you can hear the sound of pedestrians outside, the honking of cars, the barking of dogs, the sound of children running upstairs... All the sounds, all gone.

What's going on? Am I deaf? I took my phone in a bit of a panic, found a random TV episode and pressed play, and was slightly relieved after hearing the familiar opening song.

Maybe I'm just too sensitive... Wait a minute! What's that!?