"Have you ever seen eyes like the moon?"

"Weird posture, eyes looking straight at you"

"The kind where every pore on the body is tightly contracted and the hairs stand on end. Struggling in despair and misery."

As he talked, Wang Ling's pupils got bigger and bigger. He sat on the square table in the library, gesticulating with his hands constantly, and raised the corners of his mouth in an arc. Looking at the panic on the faces of the girls, he felt very proud.

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Gu Zhiming has always hated this kind of guy, who takes pleasure in other people's fears. He is a scumbag who always tells girls ghost stories. He has a plain appearance and is still inconspicuous in the crowd. He usually looks like a boring gourd, but only when he listens to it

Or when telling supernatural stories, I feel happy.

The library at noon is like a paradise at dusk, warm and drowsy.

A senior medical student was flipping through medical books carelessly, looking out the window from time to time to enjoy the bleak autumn scenery.

"Gu Zhiming, have you read the news? This morning." After a while, Wang Ling turned to the student who was reading and asked.

"Which one are you talking about?" Gu Zhiming said casually, yawned, lowered his head and continued reading. This answer was very similar to his tone. In the eyes of others, he had always been a gentle, simple and Buddhist-like ordinary student, unremarkable.

He has no special appearance and no talent that ordinary people cannot match.

"Which one else could it be? Of course it's the one from the archaeological mural. For us medical students, this kind of thing is extraordinary." As he spoke, Wang Ling's usually casual eyes became serious.

"Oh, I know. I heard what that guy said. I never took what he said seriously. He always said seven points out of three points. Every time, it was extremely exaggerated."

"He's just like that, his looks are exaggerated. To be honest, the fat people in our school with his body type are really rare." Wang Ling said sarcastically, "But this time is different, please be nice

Take a look at this." As he said this, he took out an old and yellowed newspaper from the magazine column in the library and threw it on the wooden writing table next to Gu Zhiming.

When Gu Zhiming saw the title, he suddenly got excited.

A student at Rende Medical College committed suicide after suffering from schizophrenia...

It records an incident in 2003: This was a student in the Department of Surgery at their medical school who committed suicide by slitting his wrists due to schizophrenia. When he was dying, his face was hideous. By calling up the surveillance video, we learned that he had been shouting at the top of his lungs before he died.

He said mindlessly: I'm almost finished! Someone come and save me! There's not enough time! I'm going crazy! Crazy! He has no nose, but he has six ears, three hands, and two heads! God,

What's wrong with studying medicine? Why should I suffer such a punishment? Finally, I yelled a chilling word. This is a monster that escaped from hell! When the light is restored on the cave wall, no one will survive. Hurry up.

run!!

At that time, this incident caused a sensation in the entire school. On the one hand, in order to prevent the incident from spreading, and on the other hand, the school did not take the suicide note seriously, so it decided that the work internship was too stressful and caused a mental disorder, so it hastily dismissed the incident.

Zhiming was still in elementary school, and his father was a famous surgeon at the time and a well-known expert in the medical field. As soon as this incident came out, his father became too lazy to think about food. Every time his mother came in and out of the room, she

His face was pale and his eyes were hesitant. Although he didn't remember it very clearly, this was the clearest memory of his father's life.

All the things rushed into Gu Zhiming's mind like a tide. He held his head with both hands and his brain was buzzing. All the pictures he didn't want to recall appeared in his mind like a slideshow. He couldn't stop at all. The color of blood and

Shadows spread like vines in my heart.

"A Ming, what's wrong with you? Are you okay? What happened?" Yang Qianxue asked with concern, her voice was like 35-degree warm water, which made his brain less swollen.

Wang Ling was watching silently from the side at this time, his eyes full of meaning, as if he was expecting something.

"It's okay. I just haven't been feeling well lately. It's okay. I'm fine now. Let's talk about the lab report first." Gu Zhiming pretended to smile casually, with big beads of sweat still hanging on his face.

"Do you need to go to the infirmary? We'll talk about the lab report later." Yang Qianxue's voice was full of worry, and her expression was as confident and smart as ever. When Gu Zhiming was a child, he once had a mindless fantasy. If there really is a God, then he wants to become

A sheep, and Yang Qianxue, turned into a rabbit or a deer. The two of them always smiled brightly together, carefree in nature, basking in the sun under the shade of trees.

Gu Zhiming smiled and declined, took out the stack of thick printed reports, and the three of them discussed it. It was obvious that Wang Ling's eyes were erratic towards Yang Qianxue's face, as if he was looking at her.

Demonized.

After returning home, Gu Zhiming thought about it, turned on his mobile phone and scrolled through the hot search list. The top-ranked title suddenly attracted his attention. Relics of ancient civilizations were discovered in the mountains of Zhoukou City, Henan Province - a painting carved in a cave.

The murals. Looking through the pictures, although they have been blurred and damaged for too long. But if you look closely, they are indeed so lifelike, like real people dancing together. But surprisingly, those people have long faces.

They have three heads and six arms, and they are irregular. Some have three eyes and three legs, and some have their bodies simply connected together, just like what we call conjoined twins, making weird movements.

Brush - a picture flashed through his mind, that person, yes, it was that person! The one described in the student's suicide note was exactly the same!! Is this a coincidence?! Or is there something hidden somewhere?!

When he was young, his father once told me: Human beings have evolved over millions of years, but they are often very stupid. When a person has abilities that they do not have, he will be tolerated by the world. At that time, he was still

I was very confused. As I talked, I saw a confident smile often appearing on the corner of my father's mouth. Every time I saw my father so excited and happy, he would feel satisfied. Until that day, after the strange suicide note appeared, my father became silent.

, sometimes ecstatic, sometimes excited. Finally, before he graduated from elementary school, he came to the end of his life.

Gu Zhiming slowly leaned on the chair in front of the desk. When he thought of the tears shining in the corners of his mother's eyes before his father died, he felt sad, but he had a premonition that this would be a disaster for him, no, for their family, and even for them.

For the entire medical school, an unprecedented disaster is coming.

At this time, a red exclamation point popped up on the friend add on WeChat, and I saw the person's avatar and nickname: It was a classic portrait of V for Vendetta, a masked man wearing a mask, and the name was the matching joker.

.The application column said: Hello, are you Mr. Gu Zhiming? I have something important to tell you. It is of great importance. Please reply as soon as possible.

Gu Zhiming felt surprised and a little creepy at the time. After all, in that tense atmosphere, it was as if he was in a multi-dimensional space, and everything around him became distorted. He added WeChat and said hello, and the other party responded instantly

What surprised Gu Zhiming was that it was a cute little bunny greeting him. He found this incongruity a bit funny. Then he sent another one: Hello, do you remember?

No, my name is Lu Xiaochuan.

The name Gu Zhiming sounded very familiar at first, but it was probably too long ago and his memory was a little blurry. After thinking about it, he added another sentence: Do you still remember the urban devil I mentioned to Na?

Urban Demon?! Gu Zhiming's brain seemed to have been electrocuted, and all the neurons were buzzing. His heart also trembled with his hands, and his scalp suddenly became numb. A chill spread throughout his body, and his childhood nightmares resurfaced.

On my mind: American urban legend, the mysterious dancing man who appears at night——Slider

man!

Just when he was shocked, the rooms seemed to have been hit hard by a blunt object, and they opened with a "bang!". With the sound of heavy footsteps, the people who walked into the room made him suddenly stunned and lost his mind.

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There was silence in the house, and time seemed to stand still.

A face that Gu Zhiming never wanted to see again was now looking at him with a strange smile.

"Do you still remember me? Gu Zhiming, I'm Lu Xiaochuan, the one who found you on WeChat. Sorry, I know you won't open the door if I knock on the door, so I have no choice but to do this." A seemingly middle-aged man strode in.

, waved his hand symbolically as a greeting.

"Ah...of course I remember this." Gu Zhiming was a little timid when he answered, and he really didn't want to think about the past things.

"Just remember, let's forget about it. But I am very happy to see that you can study medicine now. I remember that you were still dizzy at that time." He smiled and sat down, which relieved the awkward atmosphere.

"It's been fine since that time." Gu Zhiming kept smiling, thinking about his broken door. He was the only one who dared to enter the door so roughly, except for the robbers, of course.

"I didn't come to you this time for anything else. After reading today's newspaper, I think you have some impression." Lu Xiaochuan looked at Gu Zhiming with interest, as if a hungry wolf was staring at a wolf teasingly.

Bloody rabbit.

"Yeah. I've seen it. So is the purpose of your coming here to talk to me about this?" Gu Zhiming asked tentatively, as if confronting a ferocious beast.

"Yes, that's right. Let's talk. Of course, if you are willing, we can cooperate. I think you will understand." Lu Xiaochuan casually took out a few old photos from his jeans pocket and took them in front of Gu Zhiming.

The person above is none other than his father, Gu Yuan, a Chinese medical scholar who he admired most in the past. He was not that famous at that time. In the photo, he was posing with a group of honest villagers, with all the people behind him.

There are some mud houses in the village. They look like they were taken in the 1970s.

Lu Xiaochuan sat down again and lit a cigarette casually.

"Zhiming, I've been with your dad for so many years, but I haven't told you many things. Now you're about to graduate. Look at the photo. It was taken in 1973, when your dad was still a medical researcher and I hadn't become you yet.

Dad's assistant. Your dad often said that that place was the source of inspiration for all his experiments."

Gu Zhiming had never heard his father mention this matter, but the photo was correct, and his father's excited and joyful expression immediately brought back his memories.

"I asked him what he did there, but he refused to tell me. Later, I accidentally saw his diary. Guess what I saw?" Speaking of this, Lu Xiaochuan smiled like a rabbit.

A fox with a tail.

"It's a suicide note! Did you know?! I thought it was unbelievable at the time, but it's true that your father died of a heart attack the next day." He started laughing wildly, and such a sad topic actually became weird and ridiculous under his performance.

, like a clown on stage.

Gu Zhiming's heart skipped a beat and he looked at him in surprise. His surprised look was very funny.

"My top student, let me tell you, he was scared to death! Hahaha, he was scared to death!" Lu Xiaochuan laughed wildly again, and all the wrinkles on his face knitted together.

Gu Zhiming was startled, as if he had thought of what the other party was going to say next. He knew the answer clearly, but he fearfully prayed that it would not be the result.

After Lu Xiaochuan had laughed enough, he gradually closed his mouth, and his face gradually became heavy, like a plaster statue that was gradually solidifying.

"I was the only one who saw that suicide note. It was on the last page of his diary. I don't know if you have ever read it. I asked someone about it at the time and they said it was hidden by your mother and that it was a priceless treasure.

Indeed, it is a priceless treasure to me. You will understand later." He put out his cigarette and looked at Gu Zhiming seriously, "Also, do you know where that village is? It's at the foot of the mountain where the murals were discovered by archeology.

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Gu Zhiming was stunned at that time, his mind was running rapidly, and many things seemed to be connected together. Murals, suicide notes of mental illness, deformed monsters with three heads and six arms, urban demons, photos of his father, childhood memories, this Lu Xiaochuan, and the past

Things... these were like endless whirlpools and black holes, attracting and ravaging his spirit again and again. He never liked watching horror movies, but he really felt that the things happening around him were even weirder and more mysterious than horror movies.

Much more. His brain quickly began to integrate information, and all the terrifying things were consistent with the murals. His father must have seen something terrible in that village and inspired him, but he was killed because of it in the end.

At present, he can only explain it this way.

He came back to his senses, adjusted his breathing, and his rapidly beating heart returned to calm, and said: "You just came here because you want that diary, right? There are clues about this matter in it. Although I don't know what kind of treasure it is.

, but you also know that I am a responsible college student. I can give it to you if you want, but I have to look for it carefully. But please don’t let me get involved in this matter anymore."
To be continued...