The night in Loft City is extremely quiet.

The dim yellow kerosene street lamp stood alone beside the road, and the outline of the houses on the street could barely be seen clearly.

Linden stepped on the broken bricks and lowered his body, looking for something.

It was not because of the malicious deductions from the municipal streets that the city's infrastructure facilities were so dilapidated. It was more than a month since the time travel, and he also knew some common sense about folk customs.

According to the Night Watch Ordinance, residents are not allowed to leave their residences at night.

Otherwise, no matter what kind of danger you encounter, various departments in the city will not be responsible.

Of course, this does not mean that staying at home can completely avoid tragedies.

However, before Linden crossed over, there was still such a saying in his hometown.

Too much debt does not weigh you down.

Anyway, visions have appeared in my daily life, and my life and safety are always in uncertainty.

It shouldn't matter if you leave home at night despite the risks.

A hopeless patient,

Why would you care if your condition becomes more serious?

After some groping, he picked up a heavy stone from the ground.

Linden raised his arms high and pointed at the glass window of the clinic building in front of him.

good,

aim.

Click——

The glass shattered and fell to the ground. The sudden sound echoed in the empty street and spread far, breaking the original tranquility.

But this break only lasted for a while, and was soon swallowed up without a trace in the tide of boundless darkness.

Even so, no one opened the doors or windows from their own homes to watch this unreasonable movement.

Linden deliberately stayed for a moment to make sure no one was paying attention to him, then he supported the window sill, jumped in deftly, and climbed in.

Probably by daytime, the neighbors will only regard everything that happened at night as a person who deserved the punishment for violating the "Vigil Ordinance".

When he first came into this world, he might still be confused about this kind of thing.

But as his understanding became more profound, he had figured out many rules.

for example,

If you can hear whispers, it means that a person is beginning to be possessed.

Another example,

The more possessed you are, the more you will be regarded as a blasphemer of the Vigil Regulations.

The original owner of Lyndon's body may have died in his home because of his ungodliness.

One morning a month ago, I woke up lying on my desk in the office.

At that time, his limbs maintained an extremely weird and twisted posture.

in a small room,

There was blood everywhere.

From the brain of the original owner, he inherited some memories, including the identity of Linden, a job as a street order officer, and a rented house.

He had just arrived in Loft City, and unfortunately died within a few days of moving into the East Block.

Linden also has no way of knowing the memories before this.

There is a large missing blank in his memory.

Fortunately, no one in Loft City knew the original owner, so Linden could borrow this body smoothly.

Through this month of living, he gradually adapted to being here.

Including some weird "Vigil Regulations".

Although I don’t know much about it yet, it is enough for daily use.

Linden entered the dark clinic, groped blindly, and found a kerosene lamp placed on the cabinet.

He took out a matchbox from his windbreaker pocket and took out a matchstick.

Cha——

The bright flame rose, swaying slightly under the cold night wind, and was slowly carried to the cotton rope wick of the kerosene lamp.

The wick was lit and the room was instantly illuminated.

Immediately, Linden put the lampshade on the kerosene lamp and carefully held up the lamp panel with his left hand.

The clinic is quite neat and tidy, with a consultation desk, several storage cabinets, and a dark shadow of a hospital bed behind a curtain.

There was silence everywhere, except for the sound of leather shoes treading on the wooden floor, which was made extremely clear.

On the desk, in the second drawer on the left hand side, the medical certificate is placed inside.

He walked to the consultation table, followed the doctor's instructions, and reached for the drawer.

Not moving at all.

Is it locked?

No, it's not that. There is no keyhole on the drawer, and there is no external hasp. There is no reason why it can be locked.

He frowned, squatted down, carefully observed the desk in front of him, and fell into deep thought.

He tried several other drawers, but they could all be opened smoothly, except for the second drawer where the medical certificate was stored. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out.

At this moment,

Untimely movement interrupted his immersion in his personal spiritual world.

Tick ​​tock—tick tock—

The sound of the pendulum's mechanical gears rang rapidly.

He raised his head, looked around, and looked at the old wall clock located in the corner near the door.

The movements of the three hands were obviously a little weird. The hour hand was slowly moving backwards, while the minute and second hands were spinning wildly like crazy.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

The sound of gears alternates at a manic pace, changing from the initial orderly sequence to a coherent din.

Looking at the strange movements on the clock face, Linden felt a suction force that was pulling away his mind, causing anger to grow.

Before his mind was completely deprived of him, he stood up without hesitation, picked up the telephone on his desk, and threw it towards the wall clock.

Mechanical parts were scattered all over the floor, and several metal gears were affected by inertia and continued to roll after falling, all the way to his feet.

But this isn't the end yet.

As soon as one cycle is completed, another cycle starts immediately.

A short, rapid muffled sound echoed in the clinic room.

Lyndon lowered his head and realized that this new strange noise came from under the desk.

To be more precise, it is the drawer that cannot be opened.

Just like a wall clock, the sound is subtle at first and becomes more intense as time goes by.

It's like a ferocious beast is trapped in the drawer and is trying to escape from its cage!

He took two steps back and picked up the crank umbrella hanging on the wall behind him.

The umbrella handle wandered toward the drawer, and was quickly clasped on its pull ring.

sound,

Disappeared.

The moment the umbrella touched the drawer, the air seemed to be stagnant, making the whole room feel eerily quiet.

With his eyes fixed on the drawer, Linden did not rush to take the next action again, but looked calm and observed while holding his breath.

First rule out the possibility of human hoax.

So,

Perhaps this is also a specific manifestation of supernatural phenomena?

Is it caused by spirits?

Or something else?

He suddenly thought of the last words the doctor said when he disappeared.
To be continued...