When the shadow of death binds your body, the only thing you have to do is to pull it off like cotton, which is a surprise victory.

——Lu Shaozhen

"The dawn has passed, and sorrow has lasted forever."

"What?"

"If you cannot survive in disasters, you will die in disasters."

"shit!"

...

When Lu Shaozhen woke up, the sky outside the window was already dark. The state of the blood-colored abyss seemed to be a metaphor for reincarnation, playing the true nature on the huge curtain.

The blood moon hangs high, and the misty evil light spreads endlessly.

It hurts! Unparalleled pain!

The head seemed to explode, just like countless bullet shattered shells reversing and moving around the brain's skin!

What happened? Am I infected by the X virus?

I don’t want to die! I don’t want to become those ugly and irrational aliens! I have old people and young people. How can I make money if I don’t go to work? How can I support my family if I don’t make money? Young men are the burden of society. They endure pressure from all directions while singing youth without regrets.

I was a little panicked, but it was still calm in general. The warm and warm colors intersected in my pupils. My confused vision was like a car window in the rain, and everything I saw had a hazy charm.

Lu Shaozhen stood up with his head and tried hard to calm his eyes and looked around. He found that he was in a small room. The wood chips in the room were piled up, the corners of the wall were penetrated by rain, and moldy moisture was emitting. There was a huge double bed in the center of the room, with white sheets and mold spots everywhere, and the broken wood chips were covered with it. It was obvious that they were old.

The surroundings were terrible and there was no sound.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?

The question suddenly came to his mind. Lu Shaozhen tried to recall all the past, but in the end he had no choice but to find that any trace of memories was futile. At least, he could not think of the reason why he was confused.

The memories of the past are as far away as they happened in the previous life. He walked around the room, and the wooden floor made an overwhelming creaking sound.

There is an oil painting of a woman's body that is not hung on the wall. The clear and sorrowful figure looks like a temptation from a different space, seducing a hidden dream in his heart. Lu Shaozhen moved his sight, and the dim curtains were written with the evil color outside the window, and the swimming dust was like a ghostly star floating in the universe. Finally, he was shocked to find the ardent blood that penetrated from the ceiling. The pungent smell began to fill the empty nasal cavity when he saw the blood, which was so sweet that it made people swell.

vomit!

The sudden nausea almost made him vomit, and his stomach acid surged, and he couldn't help himself. He blamed all this on the cause of the three-guard half-tube. When he was in pain, anyone felt that his organs were redundant.

He staggered and tried to find the exit of the room, but there were only four walls, and everything in the small space was fully visible, but there was no door!

What's going on! How did you come in without a door, or you were brought in by someone!

By the way, windows! The only connection here with the outside world is windows! If you want to escape, you can only have no place!

Lu Shaozhen carefully stepped on the blood-stained old wooden table, and the peeling paint made a slight sound. He carefully checked the structure of the window and finally accepted the reality helplessly - the window was welded to death, and the gaps on the edges and bearing parts were sealed with molten iron!

It seems that someone threw himself here through the window and then turned the space into a secret room.

Wait! Something is wrong!

The part where this window welded to the inside is on the inside! In other words, if you want to weld to this extent, you must also be inside the house!

Cold sweat immediately flowed down from Lu Shaozhen's forehead. The extreme horror made his mind clearer. He frowned tightly and checked again, and finally had to accept this incredible fact!

Click!

The slight tingling sound of water drops on the wood chips was particularly harsh in the extremely quiet room. Lu Shaozhen looked up suddenly like a frightened rabbit, and saw that the blood seeping out of the ceiling gradually increased to condense into drops and fell. The aura of evil intentions was like a man-eating flower plate covered with viscous ink stretched out its wriggling antennae to wrap his heart. Lu Shaozhen felt extremely frightened.

One drop, two drops, the strong pressure seemed to be about to crush the heart, and Lu Shaozhen stepped back against the wall in horror.

But this is not a solution. Blood will not flow because of fear. Lu Shaozhen tried hard to restrain his fear and turned to find other ways out.

The courage of the deepest fear was radiant. Lu Shaozhen turned his eyes to the house again. Although many clues were not hidden under careful observation, the connection between them was that the antelope horns was left untraceed, because you would not understand at all why the little bear doll on the head of the bed was spliced ​​with fish fin-like limbs, and you would not understand why the yellow white paper pressed under the **** was translucent like oil.

Lu Shaozhen picked up the piece of paper tremblingly, without any handwriting on the paper, but just when he was about to turn his attention to other items, the scarlet light outside the window hit the paper.

Huh? What is this?

I saw sloppy handwriting on the oiled paper. Although there was only one sentence, I still needed to be carefully identified. He looked at the window and saw that it said: "Dark is coming, I will sleep forever. If I am not ready, the revolver is the only way out."

What does this mean? Did you say that you committed suicide by drinking? Lu Shaozhen was a little angry when he thought about this. He didn't understand what happened, so he was so confused that he would be killed by the mastermind behind the scenes?

He was not so scared when he was angry. He looked at the pistol. It was a Colt python-shaped revolver. The entire gun body was full of beauty, but the traces of the age were clearly witnessed on it.

No details can be missed. Lu Shaozhen kept reminding himself that when he recalled the plot that hints at clues in the novel he had read, he became very interested in the direction of the gun.

It was the mural facing the wall!

Lu Shaozhen was extremely excited about this discovery. Although this might be a self-deception in a desperate situation, if there is hope, it is a good thing. He tried his best to avoid the dripping blood and came to the mural. His fingers streaked across the rough picture. The woman in the oil painting seemed to have come alive, and the machine blinked at Lu Shaozhen dynamically!

Originally, he thought he was dazzled, but after several repeated confirmations, Lu Shaozhen was shocked to accept fate. He had to admit that the woman in the painting was alive!

Although he was extremely frightened, he still had to admit that the women in the painting were full of charm.

The graceful skin was incompatible with the horror and bloodyness of this narrow room. The veil-like mist covered the key parts of his body. Lu Shaozhen blinked at the portrait, and the girl in the painting also blinked.

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

Lu Shaozhen temporarily forgot his fear. The infinite imagination of the girl's private parts made him fascinated. He suddenly understood why Helen became a beauty in Greek mythology and triggered a battle between the two countries to die. The power that made people unable to control himself was really terrifying.

"I'll ask who you are first!"

"I don't know who I am!"

The two of them had a nutritious conversation with each other. Lu Shaozhen frowned and shouted: "Then I don't care who you are, do you know how I came to this damn place!"

The girl was just moving her eyes and mouth, but suddenly stood up, and the damn mist actually moved with her movement. The plump girl stretched lazily, and her face suddenly became solemn as if she had noticed something amazing. She mysteriously put her fingers on her mouth, and turned both sides full of fear in the watery autumn waves: "Shh! Listen!"

There were rustling footsteps on the dark walls on both sides of the room. The creepy cool breeze instantly made the hairs on Lu Shaozhen's neck stand up, the wild cat's wailing ears remained undispersed, and the north wind blew violently and made a sob sound.

Lu Shaozhen suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if someone had walked behind him. He seemed to have seen the pale-faced woman with black eyes staring at the back of his head ruthlessly with her thick eyes as thick as ink.

"Ah!" He couldn't bear the suffocation caused by extreme fear. He screamed and turned his head, but found that there was no one behind him.

"Huhuhu, Huhuhu." Lu Shaozhen was still in shock, wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked around carefully, and found that there was no foreign object. Then he calmed down his mood and turned around.

But that oil painting... Lu Shaozhen's mouth is big, her eyes are prominent, and the exposure of a large number of whites makes her look extremely terrifying! I saw that there was no girl in the oil painting, she was obviously a female ghost wearing white clothes!

Lu Shaozhen once saw the midnight bell, but what she saw with her own eyes today is no worse than the fabricated one. She saw the female ghost twisting and crawling over, as if the picture frame could not stop her from coming out!

Lu Shaozhen leaned back several steps and sat on the ground, even though she was sitting, she kept kicking her legs and moving backwards until she was close to the wall.

There is no way to retreat!

"You...who are you!"

"Didn't we meet just now?" The female ghost laughed loudly in a stern voice, and at the same time accelerated to climb out!

"No!" Lu Shaozhen hurriedly blocked his eyes with his arms, and his heart rose into his throat.

In this way, after a few breaths, Lu Shaozhen didn't feel anything unusual. He looked outside in disbelief and saw that there was no movement in the room. All the objects were changed, and there was no sign of moving.

Where is the female ghost? He hurriedly looked at the oil painting and saw that the woman in the oil painting still looked independent of the world, with her lazy figure convex and convex without any flaws.

What's going on? Lu Shaozhen rubbed his eyes. The oil painting was indeed an oil painting. The woman was not alive. So was the illusion she had just experienced?

But no matter who it is, there is no need to mess with himself like this! Lu Shaozhen remembered her embarrassed appearance just now, and suddenly became angry and had nowhere to vent her feelings, so she slapped the oil painting.

Only a light bang was heard, and a piece of nails hanging with oil paintings was pulled out. Lu Shaozhen was surprised to find that the tilted oil painting exposed a hollow corner of the wall.

This is... Lu Shaozhen hurriedly lifted it up, and the oil painting was empty! There was a groove inside, and there was a key in the groove. This key was easy to identify. The ornate key handle was made of gold, and the wide end of the key had a special requirement for the key hole.

Lu Shaozhen held this huge key, and he suddenly understood what was coming. At this moment, the blood on the ceiling was drizzling, and the sweet and bloody smell lingered in his nose, but Lu Shaozhen didn't care about so much. He rushed to the broken wooden table and carefully identified it. He saw that the keyhole of the drawer on the side of the table was very compatible with the key.

Lu Shaozhen's heart was pounding, from oil paper to revolver to murals, as if there was a kind of arrangement that allowed him to discover all this. This foreshadowing was extremely coincidental, and in the end it all pointed to the drawer that had been ignored.

Crack, with the crisp sound, Lu Shaozhen was full of joy, and the lock of the drawer was opened! And all this was done by Lu Shaozhen!

In the drawer is a notebook with a cowhide cover. Lu Shaozhen took it out, regardless of the flying dust, and opened it and turned it to the first page.

With the red and black light outside the window, what caught my eye was a line of big words: "This diary is dedicated to my dearest self."

These words are crooked and skewed, like the poor handwriting of primary school students. Lu Shaozhen is devoted to putting his hopes on this notebook at this moment, and does not care too much about the ugliness of the handwriting.

The signature of the title page seems to have a name written, but it is difficult to identify it repeatedly. This makes Lu Shaozhen feel ridiculous. Who wrote a diary to erase his name? It seems that it was deliberately erased. What shameful things were written and it was still concealed?

This aroused Lu Shaozhen's great interest. He opened the first page of the diary, "On November 30, 2019, the weather is sunny today, and I'm not in a good mood. It's not just because the landlord's dog stole my newly steamed egg tart, but something happened that affected the whole world. Tianzuo Juewei, the treacherous Neizi, the Doomsday Yangjiu, the purple palace is majestic, the shelter is full of disaster victims, the x virus broke out completely this morning, last night's news

The broadcast is also reporting that scientists are developing antidotes for x virus day and night. The broadcaster was excited to use some confident and optimistic tone. Today... I have to admit that there is some irony. A large number of citizens have turned into blood-red monsters. We will call them zombies for the time being, spreading around with the city A as the center, order collapses, and human nature is destroyed. I dare to swear that humans are facing an unprecedented catastrophe."

Lu Shaozhen could tell, City A? Isn’t that the city where he lives? My memory seemed to be revived. Lu Shaozhen rubbed his temples. Because of work, he rented a house in the suburbs of City A. The landlord had a dog named Clinton, which was a pure-blooded Akita dog... Why does this diary seem to be writing about himself?

He then looked down, "When the zombie wave swept here, I was enjoying my afternoon tea, the rare weekend of a rare pleasure, was interrupted by the damn zombies!"

Why did this person write a diary like a sissy? Lu Shaozhen cursed inwardly, "You guy, don't pay attention to the details if such a major thing happens?"

"The zombie wave is extraordinary. Please forgive me for using this inappropriate idiom to describe it, because you can't imagine how I felt when I lay on a rocking chair and saw the zombies covered on the avenue from the floor-to-ceiling window. The landlord was besieged and killed by the zombies, but he soon stood up in another identity, and he became a zombie! The traffic congestion was terrible, and there was an alarm everywhere. I could not drive from the main road, so I could only ride a bicycle around for three or five miles before reaching the shelter of the emergency organization. Now, everyone around me is immersed in great sorrow. Some of their children are no longer human, some parents die of zombies, and the fire of cooking reflects these poor people. Dawn no longer means hope for us."

The first diary ended here. Lu Shaozhen gently groped through the pages. The tears on it were enough to prove the writer's great sorrow. He suddenly felt a sense of palpitations. The resonance between breath seemed to be consistent with the vague figure across the past and present. Lu Shaozhen didn't know who he was, just like he didn't know where he was - filled with unconcealed sadness.

Instead of turning on, he turned his diary upside down and looked at the last page, "Ten years of life and death are vast, and there is no place to talk about desolation. After this major decision, before the wave function collapses, everything will be redefined and full of endless possibilities. In the infinite universe, all those who love each other will no longer live up to each other, and all evil will hide and heroes will survive. The stars are scattered, the years are long, and the call of duty is the last writing."

It can be seen that the emotions of joy and sorrow in the writer's heart are deeply trapped in the paper at the end of the last word "结".

Lu Shaozhen suddenly felt a lot of emotion, and the emotions carried between the lines were inherited by him most directly. Although this was inexplicable, it could not be rejected if it actually happened. The grand emotional storm formed a huge vortex with the records in this diary as the core. Lu Shaozhen felt his consciousness was blurred, as if he was diving into the bottom of the water and looking at the world through the thousands of seas. Everything was quietly transforming!

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Chapter completed!