The sparse crowd was dispersed at the school gate, those who went home went home, those who went back to the dormitory, and those who went out to play in groups!

Lately, he's been feeling that something is wrong, or that someone else is wrong, or that the world is wrong. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Lin Ming, are you going to play in an Internet café?" someone called him at the school gate.

"Don't go!" Lin Ming replied lightly.

"Don't pull it, let's go, don't call this stuffy gourd, don't say a few words all day long, there are few people in the class to see him, Zhang Yun, why do you call him?" said a person next to the person who was talking to Lin Ming said unhappily.

"It's okay, everyone is classmates, let's go" Zhang Yun glanced at Lin Ming, who was leaving, and said helplessly to his friend next to him.

"Let's go, let's open the black and blow up the other side today, let me tell you, I, Zhao Xin, have been playing a lot lately!"

"Just blow it!haha!"

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Walking on the way home, Lin Ming felt that his surroundings were deserted, tightened his collar, looked at the crowd of people who were off work next to him, the lively street scene, and frowned.

"Ahem, ahem. ”

A cough came into his ears, and Lin Ming turned his head to look, and an old man in shabby clothes walked by with a fan, coughing and humming a small tune, with a smile on his face, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyebrows trembled.

"Huh!?"

Lin Ming was horrified in his heart, and watched as there seemed to be strips of black, earthworm-like small insects falling from the old man's ears.

The old man seemed to notice it too, and reached out to grab it.

With a snap, the flesh and blood were blurred, and his hands were all over, but he didn't see the general, and continued to fan the fan and walk away.

Lin Ming took a deep breath, stopped, glanced around, and then walked to the position in front of the old man, looking at the black blood stains on the ground, thinking in his heart, whether to go and remind the old man.

But when he looked up, Lin Ming rubbed his eyes, the ground was clean, and there was nothing.

Lin Ming squatted down and reached out to touch the ground, his face full of doubts, with a strange palpitation in his heart.

"Hey, boy, what are you doing? can't go, don't get in the way!" yelled all the way.

Lin Ming got up and glanced at the middle-aged man who was yelling, didn't speak, and walked away.

Opening the door of the dilapidated rental house, Lin Ming was still thinking about the strange encounters on the road in his heart, and even more than these, he had encountered similar things two days ago, he felt that he was tired of studying in the past two days, and he had hallucinations.

He rubbed his forehead, put down the textbook in his hand, went to the sink, washed his face, and looked in the mirror.

There are still some traces of pimples on the emaciated cheeks that have not gone away, in addition to the indifferent eyes, a pair of black glasses frames, a height of one meter seven, and a cheap clothes make people ignore ordinary people like him even more, and no one will want to look at him a second time when walking on the street.

Wiping his face, Lin Ming reached out to grab the towel.

I didn't catch it, but when I looked up, I was shocked.

In the mirror, he was looking at himself with a strange expression, raised his left hand, and stuck it on the mirror, Lin Ming could even see the hand lines on his hands and the length of his nails in the mirror.

Lin Ming's heart was beating faster, his brain was dizzy, and he couldn't breathe a little.

He closed his eyes tightly, took a few deep breaths, opened them suddenly, and looked into the mirror.

In the mirror, too, his eyes widened and he stared at him.

Everything works fine.

Lin Ming felt uncomfortable in his heart, stared at the mirror with an ugly face for a few seconds, didn't wipe his face, turned around and walked away.

When he came to the bedroom and turned on the light, Lin Ming picked up the textbook, just picked it up, and put it down again.

glanced at a letter on the table, this is a letter left by his aunt, who secretly sold the house left to him by his parents before they died, and then immigrated to England with his family, and left a letter to him proudly, showing off how good her situation is now, without any shame.

Lin Ming twitched the corners of his mouth self-deprecatingly.

Touching his forehead, he seemed to have a little fever, he couldn't figure it out, he hadn't been frozen recently, and he hadn't eaten anything bad, why did he suddenly feel unwell, and, was that really a hallucination?

Lin Ming's face was a little cloudy.

"Quack!" A frog croaked suddenly outside the house, making Lin Ming irritable.

After a while, he dropped the book in his hand, collapsed on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

"No, I'm on the sixth floor, where did the frog come from. ”

Lin Ming was startled!

Staring at the window with an ugly face.

Tick tock.

The bedside alarm clock was ticking and ticking, Lin Ming reached out and grabbed the alarm clock, removed the battery three or two times, and listened to the ticking sound in his ears with an ugly face.

Throwing the alarm clock on the bed, Lin Ming stood up, took a deep breath and walked to the bathroom, where there was an obvious alarm clock-like ticking sound.

Lin Ming pushed open the door and walked into the bathroom, turned on the light and saw that there was nothing, and the sound was gone, he glanced around suspiciously, there was no problem!

Lin Ming was about to close the door with doubts, but as soon as his eyes swept the mirror, he was stunned!

He was also stunned in the mirror, his expression was not the slightest wrong with his current expression, the only thing that was out of place was that he in the mirror was holding an alarm clock in his hand, and he was ticking the pointer at this time!

Lin Ming looked down at his hand, holding an alarm clock in his hand, it was the alarm clock that he had removed the battery just now, and the second hand of the alarm clock was ticking.

Syllable!

Lin Ming slammed the alarm clock into the mirror with an ugly face.

The alarm clock stopped turning, the battery fell out, and the mirror cracked.

Lin Ming in the mirror seemed to be cut into several pieces, and his ugly face looked particularly mysterious.

Syllable!

Lin Ming stepped forward and smashed his fist into the mirror, and the glass cracked even more seriously.

Syllable!

Another punch, and the sharp glass pierced the skin, staining the mirror red.

The tingling sensation made him sober up, slowly calmed down, looked at the broken mirror, breathed a long sigh of relief, let go of the tap water and washed his face, patted his forehead, trying to calm himself down.

"Is this really a hallucination? What the hell is wrong with me?"

Lin Ming asked himself and reached out to hold the mirror.

As soon as his hands were empty, his body leaned forward, and a feeling of weightlessness came.

"Huh!"

Lin Ming stroked his forehead with a painful face, and a stream of blood was left behind the corners of his eyes, but he didn't have much time to check the scars on his forehead.

He looked up in horror at the moment.

"This, is this my room?"