Ning Pingle was a little unsure.

When he was first reincarnated, when he first arrived, his first thought was to avoid acquaintances, so he hurriedly grabbed his mobile phone and keys and went out, and he really didn't pay much attention to the dormitory.

When he came back from the KTV, the lights in the bedroom had been turned off, and the room was pitch black, and it was still the light that Shen Ning had turned on him.

It's no wonder that when he got out of bed, he always felt that this dormitory looked a little strange.

Who would be idle in a serious dormitory and put a shrine on the wall?

The shrine is usually used to place the Taoist immortal statue or the small pavilion of the ancestral spirit card, which is commonly found in the southeast coastal area.

In most places, it's not unusual to have shrines, but this alone shouldn't be in college dormitories.

It's normal to hang a Conan on the wall of a college dormitory, paste a "must pass every exam", and even pull a banner that reads "Sweep away all cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods" is much more reasonable than offering a shrine.

Who is a serious person who believes in God? I don't believe it anyway!

"Boom!"

There was a thunderclap, the dormitory lights were on and off, and the multi-handed and multi-legged gods enshrined in the shrine cast heavy shadows, and for a while it was a little difficult to see.

The atmosphere suddenly became underworld.

The corners of Ning Pingle's hooked mouth froze, and he said to himself: "Hey, is the lamp broken?" ”

He looked out the window.

On this rainy day, the lights were broken, and the room was so dark that it was a little difficult to see the surroundings.

"Forget it, no matter, maybe this thing is still pretended by me in this life."

Ning Pingle remembered the puppet mask he had placed on the desk on the bed, and ...... Let's think it's a change in the world line.

But vaguely, he became more and more uneasy about the world.

Picking up the phone, he pressed his finger on the screen, and the fingerprint unlocked successfully.

Keep playing!

Select [Explore Imperial Terrace]

[You stepped into the imperial platform, and the dust on your face made you sneeze,]

[The multi-handed, multi-legged idol is dancing on the stone platform in the center of the emperor's platform, looking like crazy, the peeling gold body and severely faded paint look rotten and old]

[He is silently watching the small uninvited guest below, the uneasiness that seems to be watched at any time makes you feel uncomfortable, you choose ......]

New options pop up.

【Get close to the idol / Explore others】

This time, there is not even an option to "find another way".

Ning Pingle felt that he might have been shot.

He glanced at the hideous idol on his phone, which was biased towards the ink wind, and then looked up at the shrine in the wall above the water dispenser.

In the dimly lit dormitory, an indiscernible statue of a god stood.

The corners of his mouth twitched again.

A flash of thunder flashed.

"Boom ......"

Between the lightning and thunder, the clay statue of the multi-handed and multi-legged god in the shrine danced and looked crazy, staring at him with cold eyes.

Lowering his head, on the screen of his mobile phone, the inner part of the clay sculpture was revealed on the statue of the god whose golden body had fallen off.

"I think I still have a very flexible standard of judgment on whether to believe in God or not."

Ning Pingle touched his trouser pocket, took out a somewhat shriveled cigarette case from his trouser pocket, took a lighter from his roommate's drawer and lit it, and took a deep breath into the cigarette holder.

In the midst of the mist, he approached the shrine and poured the cigarette that was still burning in his hand into the ashes of the incense burner on his body, with a sincere expression:

"Sir, please forgive me if you are offended."

Who doesn't believe in God? Who is not believing in God?

Not me anyway!

Ning Pingle chose [Close to the Statue].

The camera on the mobile phone page slowly approaches the idol.

[You followed your heart and approached the statue, and in front of the offering table at the front desk of the statue, you saw a sheepskin book with dust]

[You pick up the book, sweep away the gold dust falling on it, and choose ......]

【Open the book/Continue exploring】

Ning Pingle directly clicked [Open the book].

On the mobile phone page, the book in the background picture suddenly zoomed in, and the game character's hand gently opened the book.

When Ning Pingle's gaze swept up, he was immediately attracted by the handwriting on the page.

I saw that after the yellowed cover was opened, several notepads were wrapped in the cover, and a few lines of distorted small characters were written on the paper.

He subconsciously looked at it more, frowned, and after a while, his pupils shrank and his scalp was numb.

The handwriting on that book...... It doesn't look any different from your own handwriting!

It's all the same ugliness!

This writing habit, if you guess correctly, should be your habitual work log.

Well, as for why a college student would develop the habit of keeping a work diary, that's another matter.

All in all, it is still good to write a weekday journal by hand, and when you encounter important things, keep a journal to avoid delays.

However, why do books that keep your own diary appear in the game?

Thinking of the various abnormalities after the appearance of this game, in addition to fear, a sense of tension and excitement also arises.

On the parchment book on the page of the phone, the text was clearly read.

April 11, 2027

[I heard that Mr. Zhang, the class guide of the accounting class next door, was gone when he chatted and chatted during the class meeting.

When the ambulance came, he was rushed to the hospital, and that evening came the news that he had suffered an acute illness and had died.

Things came a little suddenly, a good person, say no, it's gone. 】

Ning Pingle frowned, isn't this thing exactly what he said in the post he saw before?

He remembered the photo he had seen earlier.

In the photo, Mr. Zhang's dead and silent gaze is vivid.

He subconsciously rubbed his goosebumpy arm and continued to look.

[April 13, 2027]

[I heard that the psychological committee member of the accounting major next door went to the Tiandu River late at night to make a nest and fished for 3 hours, but the fish was not caught, and a swollen corpse was caught......

I heard that the guy was still fishing next to the corpse, I'm afraid that he is a little sick, how can the accounting class do this? Isn't he disgusted?

That's it for this page of logs.

It's the thing mentioned on the post bar again?

Ning Pingle frowned, his expression was cloudy, but he still clicked the page turn button on the page, and the book turned to the next page.

[April 15, 2027]

[I was dragged by the senior sister of the International College to attend Mr. Zhang's funeral, and I also saw the evil psychological committee member at the scene.

He complained to me that he had done those things in a daze that night, and that he felt a little numb in the aftermath of remembering it.

That afternoon, my sister asked me to go to the movies, and said that I should bring my ID card so that I could sing K, heh, KTV doesn't need an ID card, and I decisively chose to refuse.

There is no woman in my heart, draw a sword and a god of nature! I treat you as a girlfriend, and you want to fall in love with me? 】

Sister...... If so, who is here?

Ning Pingle tried hard to think about who had made an appointment with him during this period, but he didn't think about it for a long time, after all, it was a little more.

He shook his head and said with a smile: "When I was quite a woman earlier, I was serious, but when I was urged to marry, I couldn't find any of them." ”

are all reborn, so there is no need to continue to be serious...... It's okay to be a little prodigal and profligate in a principled way.

College life is good, make a decision early, lest his mother urge him to go back to his hometown to get married after a few years of disgust, and he is also happy.

A vague figure flashed in his mind, shook his head, and said with a smile: "I'm really crazy, it's nothing." ”

Ning Pingle continued to read.

April 19, 2027

[I have a fever, and I have a fever of 40 degrees! ]

Every time I got up to drink hot water, I could see a child lying next to my bed, recuperating in one bed due to a high fever.

We didn't communicate, we felt this groggy torment together.

Sometimes, he would turn his head and smile weakly at me, what a well-behaved and cute child!

When you are sick, having such a child with you can relax your depressed mood a little bit, and it would be better if you could get sick sooner.

April 20, 2027

[I was extremely convinced that the child existed, and it wasn't until the fever subsided this afternoon that I reacted, how could I lie down two sick people on this small single broken bed in the school, and sure enough, I was burned.

Shen Ning said that I may have been too inspired, and I saw an existence that I couldn't look at directly.

Laughing to death, it's just a burnt mess, is it possible that Cheng Ke can always come and stick to me?

I heard from my roommate that the last time my sister burned and saw her grandmother on the other side of the river waving to her, it was really miserable, almost the same as me]

Ning Pingle clicked to turn the page again.

The big words printed on the beginning made his hair stand on end.

April 25, 2027

[My name is Ning Pingle, when you see this sentence, I should be dead]

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