After waiting for a long time, the other party never replied to the message.

Suddenly, I felt an inexplicable gaze staring at me again.

I was so frightened that I quickly turned around.

The room was empty and there was nothing.

What the hell is staring at me behind my back?

A cold wind blew in through the window, and I wondered in my mind when the window had opened.

When I came to the window, I was about to close the window, but I saw a person standing downstairs.

It was a man, and he was standing down and staring at me.

When he saw me, he grinned.

The man has the same weird temperament as the security guard.

I stared at the man uneasily, surprised to see the man raise his hands at me.

And I soon realized that the man had no nails on his hands.

The thread broke in my head for a moment, and I knew that the man had deliberately let me see his hand.

I took a deep breath and pretended not to see.

And he grinned, his smile was extremely weird, and he pulled it directly to the back of his head.

My heart also paused instantly, my pupils dilated, and the humanoid was here again! And it's coming to the door!

I could only close the window, close the curtains, tremble in my legs and stomach, and half-kneel on the ground, and hold on for a while before slowly recovering.

There was a knock on the door, and I was terrified, fearing that it was the man who had knocked on the door.

Luckily, my mom shouted from outside and told me to open the door.

I hurriedly came to the door, but the moment the door opened, I was blinded.

It wasn't my mom standing outside, it was the man who had just been downstairs.

The man smiled and asked me, "Did you see that?" 】

I overcame the fear in my heart, swallowed my saliva hard, and said, "Who are you?" Where's my mom? 】

You see it! 】

The man asked me again.

I shook my head, "I don't know what you're talking about!" 】

With that, I slammed the door shut.

Fear took my whole body, and I sat down on the floor weakly, until the sound of the key opening the door came from outside the door, and my mother came home with a large bag of food.

[Mom! I hugged my mom nervously.

My mother asked me what was wrong, because I was worried that my mother would be involved, after all, Zhang Xiaoman became what I am because I told her about the security guard.

All I can say is fine, I had a nightmare.

Mom didn't ask much, kept comforting me, and then made dinner, and after eating, I went back to my room and closed all the curtains.

Then I came to the computer, and I was pleased to find that the message I sent to the poster in the morning, the other party replied.

[Yes.] 】

The other party just replied with two words.

I excitedly typed to the other side [I have a classmate who died inexplicably, is it a humanoid creature?] 】

I didn't expect the other party to reply quickly this time.

[If the death is miserable, it was killed by the followers, are you sure that there is only one accident? 】

What do you mean? Could there be other dead people?

[At present, only one student has an accident]

I typed quickly, and the other side responded immediately.

[Maybe you have a classmate missing, but you forgot about it, you should also be targeted by the class, right? ] 】

Thinking of the security guard and the strange man, I shuddered and typed yes on the keyboard.

[Don't trust anyone around you, humanoids can tamper with some of your memories, if you want to resurrect forgotten people, you must go to the humanoid world, humanoids can't kill people casually, they have their own rules, but if the number of missing and forgotten people increases, the development of events will expand, and even if you know how to prevent humanoids, you must be careful of humanoid followers, if they find out that you know that humanoids exist, the followers will definitely tear you apart. 】

[How do you know this!] I continued to ask.

But the other party did not answer my question, but continued to remind me.

[If you are targeted by humanoid followers, then look for humanoids, find their inhuman characteristics, it is better to be forgotten than to die, as long as you keep the pain when you are forgotten!] 】