In September, summer is not over yet, and the temperature in the south is still high, but the air is already faintly fragrant with the aroma of early-blooming osmanthus flowers.

Gui.

Ji Shang threw away his backpack and collapsed on the bed, his mind constantly flashing through this chaotic day.

I don't know what's going on lately.,I slept very hard every night.,The next morning when we came together, I was in a daze and didn't have energy.,I've overslept several times.。

It was the same today, he slept until half-past eight and woke up suddenly, and hurriedly put on his clothes, and when he went out, the corners of his clothes were scratched by the doorknob.

What's even more unfortunate is that he went downstairs in too much hurry, he didn't grasp his balance at once, his body fell directly to the right, and his stomach hit the railing hard, so that he couldn't fall off the railing.

Although the gap between the two railings is narrow enough not to fall to the ground floor at once, it is not pleasant to fall to the next floor.

This accident scared him into a cold sweat, and his pace slowed down a little, and when he arrived at the bus stop, the bus he took every day had already left.

As a last resort, he had to spend more than 20 yuan to take a taxi, and the day's food expenses were gone.

The most outrageous thing is that because he arrived late and happened to miss the regular meeting of the department, he was severely criticized by the leader, threw the most complicated work to him, and worked overtime until more than 11 o'clock.

You don't have to think about taking the bus, just take a taxi.

The taxi fare at night was much more expensive than during the day, a full thirty-six yuan, so angry that he didn't even want to eat supper.

There's no way, I've just graduated and I'm already in financial distress, and I usually spend a little money if I can, but I spent more than 60 yuan at once, and I'm really a little unwilling.

"Damn, if you don't play with your phone today, and you will go to bed as soon as you take a shower, I don't believe that I won't be able to get up tomorrow!"

Ji Shang turned over, took off the dirty clothes on his body and threw them on the ground, and then walked to the bathroom unhindered.

But halfway through, he suddenly turned back and picked up his phone on the bed.

....... I haven't swiped my phone for a day, and I feel like it's too much of a loss if I don't brush it for a while.

Just ten minutes, just squatting in a pit.

What he just said was thrown behind him in an instant, and the smell dissipated faster than a fart.

He staggered to the bathroom, sat down on the toilet, and lit a cigarette with a lighter, but only took two puffs before setting it aside.

In fact, he has no addiction to smoking, and lighting a cigarette in the toilet is purely to hedge against the smell.

"Let's see what's new on the Internet today......."

Ji Shang clicked on the scarf, and the first message that came into his eyes was:

"The man stayed up late for a long time to suck out 10 blood clots, and the health of the young people is worrying."

“........”

Next.

"A man in the country accidentally stuck a cannonball into his rectum: he accidentally sat down while sorting out his collection."

......

6。

"The crowd in a city watched the man who attempted to jump off the building for 6 hours, and four people fainted from heat stroke at the scene, and one person was diagnosed with heat stroke and unfortunately died."

It's more 6, and it's still from the city.

Ji Shang sighed while watching it, the quality of news is getting lower and lower now.

Back then, there were still reporters in China who dared to rush to various sensitive topics, but now?

I can't wait for the community to see two dogs fighting, and they all send out to stir up a hot spot.

This is probably the sadness of the traffic era.

But it's also strange, it's hot these days, but it can't reach the level of heat stroke, right?

After watching it for a few minutes, he turned off his scarf boringly, and was about to play a game, but suddenly found that there was an extra icon on his phone.

"The Great Disaster".

What the hell is this?

Ji Shang didn't remember downloading this thing, but out of curiosity, he clicked his finger on it.

At first, he thought it was an auto-installed promotion game that he accidentally clicked on, similar to the kind of "if it's a brother, come and cut me", but he didn't expect that what popped up on the screen was just a simple notepad.

It is no different from the system's notepad.

The only thing that can be called different is that there are words on this notepad.

"On the twenty-fifth day of August, the sun is shining, and the autumn festival is windproof, which seems to be a good day."

"But few people know that this day is also an auspicious day for the Empty Mother, and the twenty-four holy land Empty Mothers gather, holding human feet in their left hands and human arms in their right hands, devouring flesh and blood to tell the world about their deaths."

"The town is shattered, disasters are everywhere, the tomb keepers who once stood at the boundary monument have long since fallen, and the gods, Buddhas, ghosts, and ghosts have entered the world, wantonly expanding their power."

"The quickest way to receive worship is not to give blessings, but to bring calamity, which is the inevitability of strife."

"The cigarette has not been lit, the blood has not been served, and the earthly plague has come."

"You woke up in bed, your mind was clouded, and you didn't know that you had only six months left to live under the orders of the Empty Mother."

Ji Shang was stunned.

What the hell, second-person fiction?

The promotion of novels is really flowery now.

He shook his head and continued to look down.

"You struggle to sit up, and the few ghosts clinging to you scatter and flee, sneaking under the dark pillow, waiting for the gate to open again tonight."

"There are three thousand dreams, and the ghosts live in the three thousand worlds, feeding on the nightmares of ordinary people, and for some reason, they seem to have a soft spot for you these days."

"A daring charm tugs at the corner of your clothes, but you, indulged in earthly desires, ignore its kindness."

"Damn the ghosts, they're probably the only ghosts and gods who sympathize with the earthly people."

"In any case, the arrogant will be punished, and even the opposing ghosts and gods have reached a rare consensus when dealing with you, a pure mortal person."

"At the corner of the stairs, General Golden Flails and Silver Lock's men have given you their first punishment."

"Hate the bride in colorful clothes and hold a black umbrella, you can't see the pieces of paper money floating in the air, and you can't smell the gloomy aroma of burning incense, but you can feel the strange impact when you crash into her arms."

"The hated bride girl lost her black umbrella, and it's a pity that she is just a little bit away from being able to accept a precious sacrifice."

"The ghost's warning seems to have restrained you, and you have slowed down, avoiding the trap that the ghost has already laid in your usual car."

"The breath of the Dust Bone People is too strong, and the newly awakened ghosts and gods are too weak, and their failure is not shameful."

"Your luck seems to be excellent, even in the middle of the night, the subordinates of General Golden Flails and Silver Lock have not been able to wait for you."

"It's an ordinary day in the midst of a catastrophe, and you're less than six months away."

Ji Shang, who finished reading the memo, gasped, if this is just a second-person novel, then the content in it is somewhat evil.

I couldn't wake up every day, almost fell down the stairs, and missed the bus twice in the morning and evening........ Isn't that what I experienced on this day?

It seems that someone has done artistic processing on his "ordinary day....... But the question is, how did he do it?

How far has big data been now?

Or is the program self-starting, secretly monitoring its own behavior?

Damn, I'm not wearing any clothes right now!

He quickly covered the camera with his fingers, divided his inconvenience by two, pressed the flush button, and quickly ran back to the room.

He was about to pick up the clothes on the ground and put them on, but at that moment, an incredible thought came to his mind.

The memo says that those "ghosts" are hidden under pillows?

If you open it now, will you see the villains one by one?

He walked to the pillow suspiciously, and when he lifted it, there was nothing underneath.

Ji Shangchang breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, it seems that this is just a bad prank APP made by a bad manufacturer.

He smiled helplessly and subconsciously looked at the phone screen, but at this moment, his pupils suddenly contracted!

On the memo, a new line of handwriting has appeared.

"You seem to have discovered something, and suddenly lifted the pillow where the Nightmare was hiding, but unfortunately, the Dust Bone Man can't see the ghosts......"