The area of ​​Hangu Pass and Yangcheng is dangerous.

But what about the place outside this area?

late at night.

The blue moonlight shines on the earth.

The sound of water flowing.

The howling of the wolf.

The friction sound made by the neighbor next door being dragged by the rot-eating monster.

The candles on the table flutter slightly.

(Write a story...)

"Um?"

Zhang Zhen, who was leaning down on the wooden table to write, frowned slightly, and he seemed to hear someone talking.

Zhang Zhen came to the window and looked around.

A ghoul dragged a corpse and was pulling it to the wasteland.

"Is it an illusion?"

Zhang Zhen rubbed his eyebrows. Recently, the side of the border was urging him very much. The First Legion was about to expand to the original Jiayuguan 273 years ago. He may have been under too much pressure and had some hallucinations.

Zhang Zhen returned to his desk and planned to continue reporting.

The dark voice sounded in his ears again.

(Write a story...)

"who?"

This time I heard it accurately, Zhang Zhen raised his head in confusion:

"Who is talking?"

silence.

There was no second living creature in the empty room.

As time passed, Zhang Zhen's tense spirit gradually relaxed.

At this moment, the sound rang out for the third time.

(Write a story...)

The pupils began to shrink, and one hand subconsciously supported the tabletop.

"The sound seemed to be coming from my mind directly?"

(Write a story, in this book.)

"Book?"

(Yes, book, your subordinates press that book.)

Zhang Zhen looked down and then suddenly pulled his hand back.

Frightened, he took two steps back.

On the table in front of him was a "book".

The black background is wrapped with the gold-toned paint edges, and a golden skull is portrayed very naturally in the center of the book.

"Where did this book come from? I don't remember having a book like this."

(Write a story, if you don’t write it, you will disappear...)

A strange sound rang out again. This time, its words made Zhang Zhen pick up the pen with a pale face.

Early in the next morning.

Zhang Zhen from the Logistics Department, suddenly.

......

......

The First Military Region, Triumph Frontier Barracks.

Changqing Street, Qingning Office.

As a psychiatrist in the military region, Lu Xiaomei received a big business today.

Treatment of mental problems for a major.

If so... it seems like you can change to an off-road vehicle?

Lu Xiaomei thought so in her heart.

But the patient in front of her seemed a little difficult to deal with.

"Major Chen, are you sure... are there around you?"

"Yes, Dr. Lu, I, I know you can't see it, and I think it doesn't exist, all of this is because I have a mental illness.

So...so can you help me?"

Major Chen's expression was a little excited. He hadn't slept for several nights, his eyes were filled with blood.

"Don't be excited, believe me, Mr. Chen, as an excellent psychiatrist, I will be responsible for your mental state."

Lu Xiaomei pressed down with both hands and signaled Major Chen to sit down first.

Later, after Major Chen introduced his own situation, Lu Xiaomei looked at the empty table in front of the major, and her expression seemed a little unnatural.

If she remembered correctly, the guest had long hands before she entered the door.

Yes, if you don’t have hands, what door can you open?

"You just said that after you went to the Supernatural Department for examination, the other party said that you had no problem, so you asked you to come to a psychologist?"

“Yes, yes….”

"But you now..."

"What's wrong with me?"

Lu Xiaomei picked up the water cup and took a sip.

Then, he comforted Major Chen's confused gaze:

"Relax, don't be excited. You feel relaxed now, you want to close your eyes, close your eyes..."

She said this, after the major whose upper body was left closed his eyes...

Turn around quickly and run outward.

"Security! Security!!!"

......

Seven hundred and sixty miles east of Hangu Pass, the first military region.

The busy military vehicle slowly drove in from the frontier, and Ye Lan stood on the watchtower, holding a half of a cigarette in the corner of her mouth.

The trait sniper rifle was placed on a bench, and there was a girl holding a book next to her.

With a bang, the blue flame lit the cigarette.

"You smoke again!"

On the bench, the girl wrinkled her nose and looked at Ye Lan with some displeasure: "Didn't you agree to quit smoking when you come back alive? Why don't you keep your word?"

"I'm used to it, I'm used to it, I... don't you know."

Taking a deep breath, Ye Lan grinned and said to the girl beside her: "Don't drink, don't gamble, don't involve pornography, behave in a decent and family, just smoke this little hobby..."

"Stop it too, it's not good for the baby."

"Ha? Are you pregnant?"

When Ye Lan heard this, she couldn't even hold the cigarette in her hand.

"I mean the future! The future! What do you think?"

The girl gave him a blank look, then lowered her head shyly, and muttered in a low voice:

"My mother said that next month's 18th is a good day, so we will get things done.

The wedding was held in my second uncle's yard, which was large.

After the wedding was completed, the apartment I rented out from Dongtou of my family should be taken back. It was just right for us to move in as a wedding room.

The house is a little smaller...

But when we make money in the future, we can change to a bigger one. I believe you can do it..."

"Um."
To be continued...