It's cold.

Bering felt like half of his body was now immersed in icy water, and from the ends of his limbs to his brain, everything was transmitting "cold" messages.

His body was extremely heavy, his consciousness was blurred and hazy, and his whole person seemed to be "pressed by a ghost", let alone getting up, and he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

The unconscious will to survive made him desperately keep his consciousness awake, this feeling is not pleasant, and now his will is like a lonely boat floating in the turbulent waves, and the dead tide of the sky is consuming his will, and a careless, Bering will completely fall into the abyss.

But fortunately, Bering still barely held on.

"Hiss......"

Twitching his fingers subconsciously, Bering opened his eyes blankly but reluctantly.

Here it is...... My room?

He slowly got up from the ground, and although his body staggered and almost fell back to the ground due to weakness, he still got up.

Inhaling softly, Bering looked around at the environment he was in.

It's a small room, and the décor and furnishings feel familiar, because that's what Bering bought with his own hands.

That is, this is indeed his room.

With this thought in mind, Bering looked under him who had just stood up.

Then in the next second, Bering's pupils looking at the ground shrank slightly!

Because he saw something at his feet.

The shape of the palm of the hand, the blood-stained silver body, the yellow bullets, and the red bloodstains.

"This is...... Gun?! ”

Bering subconsciously took half a step back, and then almost fell to the ground.

At present, this situation made him a little unresponsive for a while, and in a daze and panic, he subconsciously glanced at his body.

Then he saw a small hole in the white shirt he was wearing, and a large red blood stain next to the bullet hole.

Fingers ran into the hole and touched it, and Bering retracted his hand after rubbing his body for a while.

He glanced at the pistol that had fallen at his feet again, and a ridiculous and strange thought rose from his mind: "Could it be that ...... 'I' used this gun to shoot at my body?" ”

Otherwise, you can't explain the bullet-like bullet hole on your body and the pool of blood under you?!

It's impossible for a man to come to relatives himself, right?!

The current situation was so unconventional that Bering's thoughts, which had just come out of the confusion and chaos, did not react for a while, and the whole person's brain shut down.

After emptying his mind for several minutes, Bering slowly came back to his senses, and his chaotic consciousness was pulled back into his body again.

He clutched his chest - where the bullet holes left marks: "Calm down......"

"The current situation is that 'I' came at me with a pistol not long ago, and I pulled a small hole in my body, and I felt cold because my body had lost too much blood."

Thinking of this, Bering scratched his hair blankly: "But why is this happening?" ”

He remembered that before he lost consciousness, he should have finished his graduation thesis in college, and fought until dawn.

Why did he return to his home from the dormitory in a blink of an eye, and he had an extra cut on his body, and even an extra pistol in his hand?!

"Could it be that I crossed over?"

Rubbing his head, Bering finally reluctantly came to the conclusion that "he seems to have crossed over".

Desperately pressing the tiger's mouth, Bering felt that his body was cold, and even his thoughts seemed to be frozen: "In other words, I am actually 'dead' now, and this coldness on my body, can it be said that I am possessed by a corpse?" ”

No, we have to find some clues.

With this in mind, Bering searched the room carefully again.

After some checking, he eventually found a journal somewhere on the shelf.

Looking at this diary, Bering's eyes were a little complicated.

In his memory, it seemed to be a diary that he had only started writing about when he was in high school, and had discarded it when he got to college.

I don't know if I can find any clues from this diary......

With a soft sigh, Bering turned the first page of this diary.

Then, the next second.

"Huh?"

Looking at the strangely shaped ghost drawings on this diary, Bai Ling was stunned: "This thing is not ...... Did I make up some random characters when I was a kid? ”

In the past, Bering used to make up some character drawings that others didn't recognize at all. The characters are completely disorganized, chaotic and complex, and the handwriting is so ugly that no one else can read it.

When he saw these strings again, Bering was still a little nostalgic for the first time: "Let me see, this word means 'two', and this is 'zero'......"

When all these characters were put together, Bering looked at the information in front of him and fell into deep thought.

These glyphs, when spliced together, form a sentence.

[On May 16, the 15th year of the new calendar, a meteorological disaster occurred in Xinhai City]

Flip down.

[On June 23, the fifteenth year of the new calendar, the first origin-level xenomorph "Red Spider" was born in Chenfeng City]

Keep flipping.

[July 6, 15th year of the new calendar, Yorkshire, country M, "Pale Lady" advanced to the origin level]

[On July 8, the fifteenth year of the new calendar, Tokyo, country J, gave birth to the third origin-level xenomorph "Rift Girl"]

[August 17, 15th year of the new calendar......]

[September 13, 15th year of the new calendar......]

This information is recorded on every page of the journal, covering the entire planet, from the birth of "xenomorphs" to natural disasters.

Looking at this diary, Bering glanced at the electronic alarm clock on his desk.

It is now March 15 of the fifteenth year of the new calendar, and there are still more than two months to go......

"No, no, no, it's possible that this thing was written down casually when I had the second illness of middle school," Bering thought, "I remember that I used to like to write this kind of chronicle-like thing, but I didn't expect that the 'I' of this world likes to cause some disasters......"

After turning all the pages, Bering finally turned to the last page.

After converting the characters on this page into words, Bering was completely stunned.

[If you look at this line, my plan has succeeded, I am dead, and you have replaced me]

[The following content, you have to remember, is very important]

[I am a prophet, the content of the diary is true, very important, and related to the disaster!] 】

Because these characters are not written language systems, they are only replaced by certain words, so when they are converted into words, they often lack the words to modify and appear flat and straightforward.

However, even these flat and straightforward words have made Bering completely at a loss!