7:12…

Time seemed to freeze, or the phone was broken, because Wan Qing suddenly discovered something. That is, his phone that used face unlocking was facing his face and did not unlock it.

He stretched his index finger behind his phone.

It still has not been unlocked, and there is not even a prompt for fingerprint error.

He clicked on the screen again, clicked again and again, and the image of unlocking the password never popped out.

The lit phone screen seems to be just an oil painting showing 7:12, and there is also a lot of gray on it. The weirdest thing is that there is gray on the front, back, left and right of the phone!

According to common sense, there must be a side that is not bad, right?

He didn't know what posture he had to use to make such a dust distribution, which was really contrary to common sense.

“…”

After Wan Qing looked at the phone twice, he stopped figuring it out, but got out of bed, walked slowly to the window, and looked out.

This room he was extremely familiar with was full of strange smell, and he wanted to see what it looked like outside.

He now wants to see some figures appearing in the alley outside: Lao Hu who is selling pancakes, Sister Zhang who sells small wontons, Brother Jie who sells hand-catched pancakes, and those little children, and office workers who are hurrying to go...

He now was extremely eager to see these people, even at some point in the past, he was very annoyed to hear these people's voices.

But Wan Qing didn't see it.

To be precise, he stopped before he could even walk to the window.

He stood more than one meter away from the window, standing blankly, staring at a certain direction in the sky outside the window, his eyes wider and wider, his eyes full of shock, as if he had seen something incredible.

In fact, where his sight is just a very ordinary thing.

A sun.

The sun in the sky.

Just like the sun he saw every day in the past, today's sun is not much different.

The only difference is perhaps that

This sun is gray.

...

Gray sun?

Wan Qing stared at the sun.

Maybe because of the gray, the sunlight was not dazzling and did not burn his eyes. Just staring at him did not cause any discomfort to him.

After staring at this for a long time, Wan Qing finally moved away from his gaze and continued to walk to the window.

Finally, he walked to the window, clinged to the window, and looked down.

It's still the same alley, which is no different from the past. Even the various breakfast stalls are the same as every day in the past.

The only difference is that there is no one.

There is no one in the whole alley.

The side door of Chenguang Primary School not far away and the campus can't be seen clearly because there is fog.

The red fog, thick as blood, covered the whole world. Only the center of the alley can be seen clearly. Everything else was submerged in the blood-red fog, and the gray sunlight could not penetrate it.

“…”

Wan Qing held the cell phone in his hand tightly.

He felt that he might be dreaming, but after thinking about this, he became suspicious again: Can people realize that they are dreaming?

He doesn't know.

And although everything here is weird, it is too real.

He could smell the decay that seemed to flow in the air, he could clearly feel the touch of his body, he could clearly hear his breathing, he could even think about all kinds of things and make all kinds of guesses...

Suddenly, Wan Qing turned around suddenly and looked at the location at the entrance of the bedroom.

He suddenly felt like someone was looking at him behind his back.

And just after he turned around, he really saw someone!

A man stood at the door of his tightly closed bedroom room with his back facing him.

...There was obviously no one there just now!

Wan Qing no longer cared about the strange scene outside the window, but just stared at the man who appeared silently and turned his back to him.

The man was about the same height as him, with short hair, white long sleeves on his upper body and black pants on his lower body. He stood there quietly, facing the door, with his back to him, and without moving.

“…”

Wan Qing's Adam's apple rolled up and down, subconsciously swallowed, feeling his mouth dry and tongue dry, and at the same time, he unconsciously clenched his hands.

His feeling is even more nervous now than when he faced the weirdness before.

At least at that time, everything could be explained by "time travel", but now everything is completely beyond his understanding. The world is so strange that there is no quietness at all, which has increased his psychological burden...

What?

Wan Qing's attention was suddenly dispersed by his left hand.

I didn't notice it before, but now he unconsciously clasped his hands and found that there was something in his hand: what he held in his right hand was naturally his cell phone, which could be clearly sensed from the familiar touch, but the thing in his left hand was a completely unfamiliar touch.

Small, hard, roughly like a spherical shape, and there seem to be stripes on it...

Wan Qing slowly raised his left hand and raised it in front of him slowly opened it - in the process, his gaze never left the man with his back to him.

Then he finally saw what it was with the focus of his eyes.

That's a... fruit core?

A black thing, like a fruit core, has uneven surfaces and dense veins.

This is also the only thing he has seen so far that there is no dust on the surface.

What is this? Why is it in your own hands?...

"Yi Zhela shouted and said, "I'm sorry..."

Suddenly a sound rang in Wan Qing's ears!

Most of Wan Qing's attention was on the man with his back to him, and a small part of his attention was on the black fruit core that was inexplicably appeared on the left hand. His current mental state was like a tense string.

The sudden sound caught off guard and suddenly broke his mental thread, causing him to shake his whole body.

The phone ran out of his hand and fell to the ground. With a "click", he lay on the floor tiles and stopped moving. The black core was the same, and it fell on the floor tiles that had been drawn through a short parabola.

Then it blended into the floor tiles.

It was like a drop of water melting into the lake water, but it disappeared, and the floor tiles were still flat, without cracks or pits.

But Wan Qing only paid a little attention to this situation, and immediately, his attention was attracted by the sudden sound, and at the same time he frowned and gritted his teeth.

The sounds gave him the feeling that there was someone talking to him, but he couldn't understand a word, but he could clearly feel the distortion, madness, despair, and pain contained in these sounds...

These emotions were like this sound, not like they came in from his ears, but like they were directly reflected in his mind, causing a storm inside, sweeping his brain unruly, and like thousands of needles, they kept pricking everywhere in his mind.

If it weren't for his extraordinary will, he would have been unable to bear it and shouted in pain. But although he didn't shout, he had already clenched his hands tightly, trembling with pain, and the flesh on his face was thrusting.

And even in this situation, Wan Qing still raised his head tremblingly, trying to stare at the man with his back to him, his eyelids twitching from time to time.

He had a feeling that if he let the man with his back to him leave his sight, he would approach him, and then...

Something horrible could happen.

This may be a kind of genetic memory in human bones, and I always feel that only things in sight can feel safe.

But the fact is that the man stood at the door like that, still facing away from him, never moving.

...

Damn it, stop calling!

Wan Qing stood by the window, shouting in his heart, and his body trembled wildly. At the same time, his eyes still did not leave the direction of the man at the door, staring at him with all his might, but his vision was blurred by the huge pain like a tide.

He felt that he could not hold on and fall down at any time.

He had thought that the world was too quiet and made people feel irritated, but now he wanted to return to the quietness he had before.

At least it's better than the current situation!

He didn't know how long he had been persisting. In the long-term pain and torture of such words, he no longer had the concept of time.

He didn't know how long he could hold on.

If he continued like this, he felt that he would be tortured by these sounds.

In fact, this sign has already appeared.

Wan Qing saw the world in front of him rippling, like the waves of water.

Maybe he has started to go crazy, Wan Qing thought in his heart.
To be continued...