When I was watching TV, I never understood why there was a notebook at the back of every horror story. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info I didn't suddenly realize it until now.

The Chinese New Year is over, everyone is happy, the children go door to door to receive red envelopes, and the miserable adults can only use their pitiful salaries to distribute red envelopes everywhere. But they also smiled at the children's joyful expressions.

But life still has to return to the normal trajectory, go to work when you should go to work, and look at the store when you should see the store. The Spring Festival can only express the tiredness in my heart.

Xiao Ling is also such an ordinary employee, and even during the New Year, she can't go home for the New Year, so she can only turn around with another understaffed store and manage it with peace of mind.

At night, the sky and the earth seem to be turned upside down, and the sky that Xiao Ling sees is rendered by all kinds of ceremonial flowers, he is so colorful, so colorful, and Xiao Ling's face is not Yang Hong.

But every family has closed their doors and gone home for the New Year, and there are almost no pedestrians on the street, only Xiaoling's shop is still flickering with dim lights.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, looking at the deserted streets, Xiaoling sighed a happy Spring Festival

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, on the deserted street, Xiao Ling could already think of the happy scene of their family together.

The third day, fourth and fifth day of the Lunar New Year.

As the days passed, Xiao Ling gradually realized that something was wrong, thinking that there was still no one on the street. And the few remaining shops were also turned off one by one.

Xiao Ling began to be afraid, she knew that maybe she would be next, that terrifying thing seemed to be devouring everyone, they might have died.

die

What a terrible synonym, Xiao Ling doesn't want to die.

She had to find out what was going on, and every phone call, walking through the streets, the inexplicable fear had been invading her heart.

"Sorry, your call didn't answer, beep"

Xiao Ling had no choice but to use his pen to write down this impending death.

Eventually, she was the only one left with all the lights.

After waiting for a long time, she was fine, and when she turned on her phone again to make a call.

I was stunned by the motionless time, 2:16.

2.16 minutes, 2.16 minutes.

It turned out that she had died a long time ago, and that day she was in a hurry to have a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner with her family, but the rushing car was knocked out, and her last clip was the empty street, and the time on her mobile phone.

Actually, not all of them write notes, and not all of them are writing notes, and when you're looking at me, you're already stuck in another cycle.