nyslfriends Chapter 11
Chapter 11
When Zhi Tao Chad heard the news, his whole body was buzzing. He took a while to react and pulled Wan Wan's hand away. Wan Wan was not as strong as him, so he let go of him and took out the camera from his body.
After recalling the photos taken that night, Wanwan handed the camera to Zhitao.
Zhitao supported the sheet with her arms, sat up from the bed, her black hair curled up, her small face was full of hesitation, and it took a while to take a look at the camera.
Ever since Zhitao woke up, the black shadow murmured an unknown sound and fell silent, never appearing again.
The little ghost was also able to breathe a sigh of relief, she was Uncle Wang's daughter Nannuan, and Nannan nodded towards Wanwan, then walked away through the wall again.
Zhitao didn't notice her, she was concentrating on looking at the photos on the camera, the pictures were very clear, and many of them seemed familiar to him, he finally stopped at a group photo, the bonfire was bright, and the two of them looked at each other with a charming look mean.
At this time, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly remembered who that "million" was, it was Father Snowman.
Although Zhitao understood that the man was Father Snowman, more doubts surfaced one after another, so he couldn't help but fell silent. His thoughts were very confused and he couldn't figure out anything.
In the end, he chose to put aside Father Snowman's matter first, and asked Millionaire softly, "How did you get here?"
When Zhitao asked this question, his heart tightened for a moment, as if he had a premonition that the next answer might not be very good for him.
Wan Wan had been looking at the direction in which Nannan left just now, and only after hearing Zhitao's words did he turn his gaze back on Zhitao, his eyes were very complicated.
As if he was afraid of disturbing anyone, he said in a low voice, "Because it's all fake, it should be your memory."
"You didn't go down the mountain at all, you were still on the mountain all the time, it was my daughter who brought me to look for you."
Zhitao's mind went blank for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to refute him, but she didn't know what to say, so she could only say in a daze, "Why..."
Although he didn't finish speaking, Wan Wan could guess what he meant, after all, Uncle Wang bid them farewell and left not long ago.
Wanwan took out the mobile phone from his trouser pocket. The mobile phone was inlaid with diamonds. Although it was thrown into pieces, it could still be seen that it belonged to Uncle Wang.
While handing the phone to Zhitao, he said, "I found this at the villagers' house. Uncle Wang and his family couldn't find any other belongings."
Zhitao put the camera in her hand beside the bed, and took Uncle Wang's mobile phone. I don't know if it was his illusion, but the mobile phone smelled of burnt feathers, just like Uncle Wang's.
There is no lock screen password set on the mobile phone, Zhitao opened the mobile phone easily, the mobile phone screen is a group photo of Uncle Wang's family, the family is smiling happily, the background is taken at the beach.
Zhitao looked at the phone screen, his throat seemed to be swallowing a piece of ice, it was hot and cold, he swiped left and right, and then opened the call record.
The last few calls in the call log were yesterday morning, when Zhitao made a few calls to Uncle Wang. Now Zhitao finally knows why the other party didn't answer, probably because the villagers were afraid of being discovered and hung up the phone on purpose.
Zhitao didn't look at other software, put the broken phone aside, suddenly remembered the last phone call that Uncle Wang had with him, and he still remembered what Uncle Wang said: "... we're going home."
Why can you go back so quickly?
Because they are still on this mountain, just like themselves now.
Zhitao already believed what Wan Wan said, his eyelashes drooped like flowers wet by the rain.
Taking advantage of their inattention, the black shadow hid under Zhitao's bed. There was a huge black hole at the bottom of the bed. The bed seemed to be floating on the black hole, with white lights floating around.
He filled the bottom of the bed to the brim, and the white balls scattered around were swallowed by him maliciously, and then he would spit out the light balls after he had had enough fun.
Wanwan looked at Zhitao's wet eyes, and licked his lower lip anxiously, his mouth was chapped, his face was very pale, only his eyes were bright, he said: "One more thing, I am a D-class member of a special organization. "
"It was sent to investigate the abnormal existence here. It is the monster with the highest potential threat that the organization has discovered so far. It has caused 1047 deaths so far, including 347 people in Pomegranate Village, 492 tourists, and 208 members of the organization."
"The organization calls it 1047, and it is judged as Keter level. Observers generally believe that 1047 has the ability to think independently and has unpredictable hazards."
"1047 is an abnormal black mist that exists in Pomegranate Mountain. It was created 10 years ago, and its scale gradually expanded. It is harmless to touch. disappear."
Hearing Wanwan's words, the black shadow under the bed poked his head out to look, then pointed the small black bar at himself, tilted the black hood, obviously wondering whether the 1047 that Wanwan spoke of was himself.
Zhitao on the bed was shocked when he heard Wanwan's words, curled up his fingers, and said in confusion: "What black mist? I didn't see it when I came here..."
He was wearing black pajamas, with a large area of his face and chest exposed, like pure white snowflakes being lightly folded by black petals, he looked extremely beautiful and fragile.
Wanwan looked at Zhitao, opened and closed his mouth a few times, and finally he chose to avoid the topic, and instead spoke casually: "Now there are only two of us living here, so we have to hurry up and get in touch with him." Effectively contain 1047 before the seventh day."
"If it is not contained effectively, it will expand to the small town below the mountain after a while, and engulf more than 5 residents in the town after seven days."
Hearing these words, Heiying was shocked. He didn't expect that he could be so vicious, and the next million words made Heiying completely confused.
"And, according to observers' predictions, if 1047 is not controlled, it is very likely that the world will be further destroyed."
The sentence of one million is obviously an exaggeration of the facts, but it is true that the special nature of 1047 has made the shelter very difficult, and the number of people lost in it has also been soaring.
The black shadow stretched out a small black bar to point at himself, and the big head in the black hood was tilted to one side, and he let out the low voice of the dead: [...Are you talking about me? ]
Although he couldn't see his expression, he could clearly feel his shock. He quietly stretched out the black bar from the other side invisible to Wanwan, and that little black bar tried hard to reach Zhitao.
People who wake up under his influence can see him. Obviously, millions can see him now, and he doesn't really want to be discovered by millions.
After the little black stripe took Zhitao's hand, Heiying happily spit out a series of white balls in his mouth, like a little fish that is happy to spit bubbles. He made a serious promise:
[I will not hurt you. ]
[never. ]
Even though Zhitao couldn't hear him, he still repeated it several times solemnly, and after he finished speaking, he tried his best to hook up with Zhitao.
Zhitao didn't pay attention to the abnormality in his hand, he was dizzy now, he didn't expect that he would be a savior when he woke up, he couldn't help rubbing his cheeks like a sea otter, and began to suspect that he was still dreaming.
It may be that the brain is short of oxygen for a while, he thought so, and really asked: "Am I still dreaming?"
Listening to his pitiful and helpless little tone, Wanwan couldn't help scratching his head. Zhitao's words can't be dealt with directly by him, but he has also guessed the reaction of normal people before, and there is still a memory in the camera. Proof photos.
He picked up the camera from the bed and pointed the adjusted photos at Zhitao. Zhitao, who was still a little confused and sad at first, was startled awake when he saw those bloody photos.
The eyes were big in the first place, but now they look more like a painted villain. The eyelashes are clearly curled up, and the whole face turns white. He asked tremblingly, "...what is this?"
Apparently those illusory ghosts and gods didn't scare him, but these bloody photos frightened him terribly. Although Zhitao admired them a lot, and was even a little obsessed with ghosts and gods and legends, he was still insensitive to the dead.
In the photo was a middle-aged man with his head cut off and placed on his shoulders, as if his head was lying on his shoulders. Dense blood flowed from the incision on his flat neck, and his bloodshot eyes stared at the photo with resentment.
Wanwan didn't expect Zhitao to be frightened like this. This is the more decent photo he chose to die. The person who died the worst was Mrs. Gu. He didn't dare to take pictures of the miserable one, for fear of being entangled by Mrs. Gu's ghost.
Now when he thinks of Mrs. Gu's miserable state, he feels sick to his stomach. He is just the opposite of Zhitao. He is afraid of ghosts, but he is not afraid of corpses. However, Mrs. Gu's death is so disgusting that it leaves a deep psychological shadow on him.
She seemed to have been thrown into a corpse machine and crushed repeatedly, and then kneaded into a strange Guanyin by a young child with artistic talent, holding the green Guanyin statue in her arms.
If it was like this, it would be less than a million disgusting. After all, as a member of the Special Containment Bureau, he had seen many strange corpses. What was really disgusting was that she was still alive, and those piled up meat pastes were still breathing together.
The moment I realized that Mrs. Gu was still alive, millions of goosebumps disappeared, like seeing a wild deer with its stomach dropped still grazing, that kind of weird, disordered, absurd and evil feeling, Make Wanwan want to poke his eyes on the spot.
Wanwan shook the goosebumps on his body, and shook off Mrs. Gu's tragic situation from his mind, before answering his question: "This is the villagers of Shiliu Village, they should all be dead long ago."
"Ten years ago, when the black mist appeared, Shiliu Village had no life activities. I don't know why these villagers came back to life and then died again."
When he was explaining, the black curtains saw through the misty white light, Wanwan became anxious when he saw the white light, he bit his lips, and then licked away the blood, he knew it was already the fifth day.
Now they only have two days left.
Father Snowman in the guest bedroom didn't sleep. He woke up when Wanwan and Zhitao came into contact, and then stayed in the room to listen to their conversation.
Father Snowman leaned against the head of the bed, with his head thrown back. His neck, Adam's apple, and profile formed a unique scene in black and white movies. Under the light, the light and shade were distinct, and there were foggy eyes under the eyelashes.
He closed his eyes in the dim light, and saw Zhitao and Wanwan leaving one after the other from the perspective of the shadow, he thought slowly: only two days.
"My Persephone..." Father Snowman called out softly, his eyes were dark and foggy, unable to penetrate a little light.
"This is your last chance."
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*The setting of the mysterious shelter is borrowed from the □□ Foundation.