The man didn't notice that something was wrong with him.

It took more than ten seconds for Shui Junqun to appear in a few paragraphs.

[I'm not feeling well... I'm afraid I won't be able to pick it up]

[I called my people to see if they could operate it]

[The weather is very strange today, my throat is hoarse, I'll go to a doctor later]

There are many, many statements like this, and men seem to have in their minds struggling to work in front of a computer screen.

The stiff fingers moved, patiently sending out a paragraph that was laboriously typed, and this process, which usually only takes two or three seconds to operate, now takes tens of seconds or more.

The man slowly opened his mouth, and there seemed to be a large, swollen dough at the base of his throat that became faster and faster as time passed.

What is it??

He was at a loss, and his snort became extremely hot as the "dough" grew bigger and bigger, and every breath seemed to be pressed by his internal organs, which was very uncomfortable.

The whole person thought as if it was burned and roasted and burned in the stove.

The man needs to open his mouth wide at this time, let the sour air pour into his mouth along the gap, and let the "dough" stop.

But it's of no use at all.

If he had a mirror in front of him, he would have noticed a black pustule growing in his throat, and even if he looked at the skin, he could see that the pustule was huge.

The side of the neck was even more enlarged by this black pus.

The pustule was round and round, and the tip seemed to be a small tail, which swam slowly as the air flowed.

The man looked around blankly, and he heard the inexplicable nursery rhyme again.

It's just that - this time, the first half of the nursery rhyme is getting clearer.

"The fire of deep desire..."

"Burning..."

"Dancing at the tip of the flames..."

The man behind the ballad didn't hear clearly, his throat was swollen and beyond imagination, huge pustules growing at the base of his throat.

Yes - it seems like a bare tree trunk grows a large, delicious fruit.

His eyes slowly closed, and his eyes suddenly fell into darkness, and even in the darkness, the ballad still did not stop singing.

"The blood moon hangs high..."

"Listen to the murmurs from the dirty..."

"The bells of sin and heaviness will break through the ground..."

"Fall on your knees..."

——

Shen Yu leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes quietly.

There seemed to be that weird nursery rhyme ringing in his ears, and he couldn't get rid of it.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the cacophony of the song came to an abrupt halt as if the radio had been pressed to stop.

The car is still lively, the nursery rhyme Su Hu has never appeared, but Shen Yu understands that this nursery rhyme is true.

He lowered his head and quietly rubbed his thumb and muttered, "Is this the horn before the world is in turmoil?" ”

Shen Yu's eyes seemed to look at the place where the illusory junction was, and the nursery rhyme floated in everyone's hearts along with disasters and winds.

"Perhaps?" Shen Yu muttered, I don't know who to tell it to, his eyebrows cooled down, and he looked at his mobile phone again.

The melons on the Internet are getting more and more intense.

#影后粉丝网暴普通人#

#逼人跳楼#

#人肉, Curse #

Things seemed to be moving too fast, and the direction was not expected by the onlookers.

Nowadays, every country in the world has taken measures to close the Internet, but the news of what happened in each country is still as difficult to fathom as the smell, and it quickly spreads to the Internet.

#M国出现巨大鸟儿#

#爱及遗迹疑似流出液体#

#沙漠中出现神秘绿洲#

#天空中的琼楼玉宇#

#海啸? Doomsday! #

There are all kinds of hot topics on WB, and many strange things are happening, which has set off a wave of turmoil on the Internet.

#世界末日#这个话题倒是一直在热搜榜高高挂着, this form does not allow others to think about it too much.

In various places, the more famous ones simply appeared illusions, although the Secret Bureau had already explained this, but the masses still did not buy it.

Shops are closed, social media is lively, and the probability of suicide is increasing rapidly.

Shen Yu only paused when he saw this, the world turmoil is a necessary procedure, just like fighting monsters, the boss has to give the warrior a little poisonous buff, it can't be so easy to succeed.

And the climax didn't come.

Shen Yu has encountered many strange species, most of which exist by relying on negative emotions such as human greed, delusion, and infatuation.

So it's so chaotic right now, and at the same time, it can make these things more exciting, which in turn fuels the trend.

The Xuanmi Bureau also seems to have realized that the existence of Xia Qingwen, a positive energy hero, has the disadvantage of walking on the tip of the knife, and if you are not careful, you will fall off the altar, causing a greater flood tilt.

The good thing is that the situation in the whole country has eased a bit, and although it is still sometimes severe, it is much calmer than outside.

Shen Yu could think of getting out of the panic of those organs first, and in the event of a sudden disaster, there was no way to deal with it, so he had to rely on his own weak experience to barely cope.

Especially in country M, which is known for its freedom, it must be a daily war.

Shen Yu yawned and got ready to sleep.

...

"What?!"

The slightly older woman glanced her lover up and down several times, and then wondered if he had been stimulated recently, otherwise how could he say such nonsense?

She softened her tone slightly, as if she was coaxing a child, "Qianzi, why don't you go to sleep, I'll help you ask for a leave." ”

Luo Qian staggered back a few steps, opened his mouth and still wanted to defend, "What I said is true-he really..."

Before the fire captain who was on the verge of seriousness could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the woman, and her tone was a little unacceptable, "You're really tired, hurry up and go to sleep." ”

Luo Qianne closed his mouth and was pushed by the woman to lie on the bed.

He closed his eyes, and he really wanted to get a good night's sleep, but the scene kept coming back to his mind.

The young man looked at himself with a numb look in his eyes, obviously the muscles around his mouth were close to stiffness, but he still picked it up stiffly, and the light in his eyes was gone-

This scene disturbs the people and does not have peace.

He tossed and turned irritably, but the stiff face always appeared in front of him, and then the picture suddenly flashed, and the face in front of him became more and more cold and black, and the viscous blood slowly flowed out of the seven orifices.

Luo Qian couldn't help frowning, and his eyebrows rolled over and over impatiently.

Luo Chuliu sat by the window with a frown, and the man on the bed also frowned, with cold sweat on his forehead, obviously falling into a nightmare.