Coming home from the hospital made me feel much more comfortable.

Every day, I nervously wait for the mission news from the supernatural space station.

The masked man said that the task could be posted on a screen, in a prompt, or in a dream.

For three whole days, the task did not come, but accompanied my grandmother to play checkers for three days.

I never thought I would enjoy retirement at such a young age! Drink some wine at any time you want, drink some wine at any time, and sleep at any time you like.

I'm no longer being pushed to work by my parents, and I'm going to quit that boring job.

Originally, when I first went to work, I was full of confidence and enthusiasm.

But after a long time, I chatted with the old salesman and realized how easy the business was ten or twenty years ago, as long as you were diligent in your mouth and legs, you could make a lot of money in those days.

Now, there is no confusion in this industry, and it is not the junior who is on top, but the daughter and the young master with a family background, why? People's parents have social relations, and in a word, the performance of their daughters and sons is likely to be the top of the company's annual income in a single order!

In the era of spelling dad, there is no way!

Even if you work hard to get promoted, you won't make money without continuous performance growth.

Ordinary people want to have continuous excellent performance, then you have to work hard in the sales industry!

In the past, sales were coaxed and hot, but now they are lonely, the more you can say that customers don't believe you, the more they think you are a liar, but you don't say it? Who knows what you're doing?

In short, if an ordinary employee wants to turn over in the sales field with his strength, then you really have to spend a lot of money and a lot of time to study human nature!

To put it bluntly, as long as you are not professional enough to do sales, then go where to play cool, don't waste your youth as soon as possible!

It was half past eleven o'clock in the afternoon, and my stomach started to drum again.

After playing the last game of checkers with my grandmother, I went downstairs dressed casually, rode my dad's broken bicycle, and went to the vegetable market to buy wine and meat.

Favorite mixed duck, sausages, mixed shutters, broad beans, small fish, duck collarbones, croquettes, as little as a little to buy and go home to drink.

I like to eat and drink, and eat as much as I want, and eat less of everything.

Before I go home, I don't forget to buy my grandma a few old-fashioned pastries, or this routine, and I will have less of them.

When I go home, put all kinds of food on plates and bowls, pour wine, turn on the TV and play a movie, and watch it while drinking.

After all, my grandmother is old, and she feels a little tired after eating and drinking with me, so she rinses her mouth and lies on the bed to rest.

My dad went to my aunt's house in the morning to help with the work, and stayed there for lunch at noon.

My mother went to work in the factory, and at noon the factory took care of the food.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors, just after drinking the fifth bottle of beer, the good TV picture turned into a snowflake pattern.

Looking at the snowflake patterns all over the screen, I feel like I am half awake.

After a few hiccups, I hurriedly got up and brought a pen and a notebook on my computer desk.

Pushed the food and drinks on the dinner table to the side, ready to record the prompts that would appear on the screen.

However, to my surprise, the screen stabilized without any text messages.

Instead, another form of storyline emerged.

It's like a clip from a whole movie interspersed with another movie.

The new images are devoid of any sound, nor are they as beautiful as those of normal films, like a documentary with a combination of surveillance and ordinary perspectives.

In the picture, the night covers the earth, there are no Wumao horror films shot in my country, and the lighting effects are specially given to you, making it the same as a comedy.

This night is the natural color of the night recorded with a camera device.

In the city, the lights of thousands of homes have long been extinguished, and it seems that it should be after midnight.

In a residential building, the lights of a family suddenly turned on in the dark.

A man was neatly dressed and sorting out his clothes, and a copy of his ID card was on the dresser next to him, as if he was planning to go out.

A woman walked from another room in suspender pajamas, revealing a large area of snow white under the translucent suspender pajamas.

Seeing the appearance of a woman, something in my lower body had a certain reaction.

The woman holds a pair of men's jeans in one hand and a pair of casual men's leather shoes in the other, neatly arranged in a suitcase.

It seems that the woman is helping the man pack his luggage.

After a while, the man had already sorted out his suitcase and pulled the zipper.

A man and a woman hugged and kissed each other for a few seconds before the man put the ID card on the dresser into his pocket.

He pulled the suitcase to the gate and put on his shoes, kissed the woman's lips again, and then opened the door, reluctantly said a word to the woman, closed the door, and went downstairs alone with the suitcase.

There is no elevator in this hallway, and it is an old-fashioned residential building.

The picture ends, and there is a large snowflake pattern on the screen.

I casually put my pen and notebook on the bed next to me.

Maybe it's the effect of alcohol, and I feel like what's playing on the TV screen is a waste of my time.

I took the food and the glass to me, opened the sixth bottle of beer, poured a glass and drank it all.

I took a bite of the shutter and chewed it in my mouth.

I poured another glass of beer, just drank half of it, I don't know when the picture stabilized, and an indescribable picture of a man and a woman naked appeared on the screen.

When I saw the picture, the beer went down my trachea, and the half glass of beer I drank in my mouth made me vomit it all over the food.

After a continuous cough, I don't want to drink alcohol!

The woman in the picture is still the same woman just now, but the man has changed his appearance.

The man who left before was not handsome, but he had a good figure and was quite thin.

And the man who is now struggling with women is fat with big ears and big shoulders and round waist.

I said in my heart: This woman's life is really rich and colorful, and it is infinitely happy!

The picture only lasted for a short while, and then it stopped, and the snowflake pattern appeared again!

Taking advantage of the appearance of the snowflake pattern, I quickly cleaned up the table, poured all the dishes, put the plates and bowls together in the sink, wiped the table clean, put the wine bottle aside, and then sat down again.

Looking at the stable picture that started to play at some point, a tall and fat man was wearing a pullover jacket, buttoning his hat on his head, and putting his hands in the pockets of his jacket, hurriedly walking from the community to the entrance of the community.

That's when I noticed something was wrong.

In the first set of clear images, it is an old-fashioned community, that is, an open one, and taxis can drive into the courtyard at will.

The community in this group of changes is closed, and if you want to take a taxi, you must walk to the entrance of the community.

Moreover, judging from the garden layout of this community, it is very similar to a high-end community, which is very different from the previous community.

The fat man in the previous picture and the woman are very similar to the man walking in this neighborhood, although he can't see clearly with a hat.

I picked up the glass and drank it with one eye still on the screen.

The fat man walked out of the neighborhood, took a taxi and left.

The picture stops, but there is no snowflake pattern, and it is always in super fast-forward.

Looking at the cars and people passing by occasionally at super fast speeds in the picture, I didn't find anything wrong.

The only thing that makes me feel like it's time to change.

In the picture, from night to early morning, the screen returned to its normal recording state as soon as it was bright, which means that there is no longer a fast-forward mode in the picture.

The security guard of the guard room raised the barrage for the police car, and walked out of the guard room, said something to the police officer who opened the window, and stood there to watch the police car enter the community.

The perspective of the picture also follows the entry of the police car, and continues to shoot with the back of the police car.

Following the shooting angle of the police car, it became clear that this community is indeed a high-end community.

On the left side of the main road of the community are townhouses, and the appearance of the residential buildings on the right is also extremely exquisite.

Two police cars stopped in front of a villa, with four uniformed officers coming down from the Jetta police car in front of the head and two plainclothes officers from the van behind them.

The picture deliberately took a close-up of the rear structure of the van, the driving area is isolated by welded steel pipes, and the two rows of seats in the back are simple rows of seats leaning on the side doors of the van, which looks like a special police car used to arrest people.

A woman in her thirties with long hair and a shawl, dressed in cotton casual clothes, stood in front of the villa and said something to the police officers who had already gotten out of the car.

After a few words, the woman leaves, walking out of the frame.

The six officers who arrived scattered around the villa, and two of them had already made a detour back to the back of the villa.

Two police officers stood at the door of the villa, ringing the doorbell and shouting loudly.

Seeing that no one opened the door and no one answered, the two police officers took out the police equipment used to break the door directly from the car and broke the door directly!

At this time, the camera's perspective is changed from a top-down view of the monitoring state to a follow-up perspective.

The interior of the villa is luxuriously decorated, and the shoe cabinet and wardrobe at the door are perfect for storing shoes and clothes, which looks very clean and tidy.

The modern décor and floor-to-ceiling windows make the already large living room look particularly spacious and bright.

The furniture, fittings, appliances in the villa are clean and spotless.

Even the kitchen and bathroom on the ground floor are quite hygienic and tidy.

It can be seen that the owner of this house is a person who has high standards of life.

When the two officers in the house finished checking the first floor, the other two officers also entered the room.

The two police officers who were the first to enter the house pulled out their guns and tiptoed up to the second floor, and the camera angle followed them into the second floor.

The second floor consists of a small living room and four rooms, the corridor floor is covered with carpets of various elaborate patterns, and several murals are hung on the walls.

Tightly gripping their pistols, the two officers cautiously tapped through one of the doors and entered the room with their guns raised.

The window in the room was closed, and a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl with long hair was lying on the bed covered in blood, her white dress was soaked with blood, and the girl's white panties had been pulled down and hung on the ankles of the girl's feet.

Both officers pinched their noses when they saw this.

Subsequently, the two police officers split up, and they opened all the rooms, wardrobes, and lockers on the second floor, and they opened all the doors that could hide people.

In the whole house, there was no sign of a fight, and all the windows were closed.

The next scene is cut to the main door of the villa, where the police outside have pulled up a cordon, and the forensic doctor then arrives at the scene and enters the villa.

The picture stopped, and there was another big snowflake pattern!

I felt that the wine had woken up at this moment, and the cold sweat that had not been in place for three days was flowing out again.

Turning around and looking at my grandmother, who was already asleep with her back to me, I felt a little relieved.

After all, the supernatural space station is absolutely secret, and no information can be leaked.

But when I think about it, I'm watching a movie, and this picture is forcibly inserted, and I'm passively watching.

Presumably, the supernatural space station should be able to take care of it.

Turning around, the TV picture stabilized again!

At night, the picture is a dense forest shot from a high place, with large trees swaying in the wind, and it seems that the wind is strong, and the black clouds in the sky occasionally streak a bolt of lightning.

This picture made me nervous a little more, it was even more terrifying than a horror movie in a certain country.

The wind and moon blew harder, and the lightning became more frequent, and after a while, the rain poured down.

Although there is no sound on the screen, I can make up the horror scenes in the dark night of thunder and lightning.

The footage was also blurred by the rain.

The picture goes from high to low, from top to bottom.

The camera recorded the thunderstorm and did not feel anything out of the ordinary.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed, and the dirt bag on the far left side of the camera seemed to move.

I frowned and leaned forward, but I couldn't see clearly.

The night was dark, and with such a heavy rainstorm, there was nothing to see in the camera frame.

But with another flash of lightning, I finally saw clearly that the dirt bag washed by the torrential rain moved a few meters away in the direction of the camera frame!

Each time it got closer, I subconsciously sat back, and I was afraid of this fear.

Suddenly, several bolts of lightning struck at the same time, and the moving dirt bag had moved to the camera!!

The dirt inside and outside the dirt bag kept loosening, and finally under another flash of lightning, two skeleton-like figures sat up in the dirt bag, and the two of them said in unison: "Who killed us!" ”。

What was supposed to be a silent picture suddenly let out a ghostly cry, making me "ah" and fall on the bed.

In an instant, the picture returned to the movie I had watched before, and the sound returned to normal......

My palms were covered with sweat and I couldn't stop shaking.

"Hmm~~" My grandmother cleared her throat a few times and said, "What's wrong with you?" What are you shouting? Falling asleep wakes you up, really! After that, my grandmother lay down again.

I just looked at my grandmother coldly and turned my head to the TV screen......