Cheng Ye stood in the living room and felt that his belly was getting bigger.
The body also seems to be a little edematous.
He didn't know why and shook his head.
Was last night's supper so fat?
The clock on the wall shows the time:
It's ten past six in the morning.
In fact, the alarm clock rang half an hour ago, but Cheng Ye tried hard to open his eyes, but it seemed as if a pair of hands were tightly covering his eyelids, preventing him from opening his eyes.
The endless alarm clock kept ringing in my ears.
Amidst the noisy and sharp sound of the alarm clock, he seemed to be getting more and more tired and sleepy.
It's like being in a whirlpool.
The body is sinking involuntarily.
That suffocating feeling swept over me.
Between half asleep and half awake, my mind is sometimes awake and sometimes blank.
Countless pressure rushed towards him, causing him to sink and lose consciousness.
Good thing.
He still managed to wake himself up somehow.
Cheng Ye walked to the toilet and stood in front of the mirror.
He rinsed his face with cold water.
So that I can be more awake.
Today is the second day he came into this world.
There are still six days before he can leave this world.
Yes, try to live.
Cheng Ye started brushing his teeth and washing his face.
Today I plan to take a serious look at the stones and try to quote Professor Guo’s words.
According to basic logic.
There is no reason why Professor Guo cannot guess what Xiao Wang can guess.
There must be something wrong.
After changing his clothes, Cheng Ye looked at the scratches on his arms.
When his consciousness was about to fall into endless void, he used up the last of his strength to reach out and scratch his arm with his nails.
It's like tearing the flesh off.
This severe pain finally awakened his consciousness.
Taking advantage of the slowly returning consciousness, he scratched his wounds over and over again.
Until blood oozes out.
The thick fog finally dissipated.
And he could finally open his eyes.
At that moment, he seemed to come to life again.
He didn't dare to stay on the bed for too long. It seemed that if he lay there for another second, he would be pulled back into the endless darkness.
Rolling and crawling, he got out of bed.
He knelt beside the bed and gasped for air.
The white light outside the window shone dimly, and the time already showed it was past six o'clock.
He felt that his body became a little heavier, as if his swimming clothes were filled with water when he went to the sea. After returning to the shore, the gravity was not suitable for returning...
...
After washing up.
Cheng Ye opened the three doors and left the house.
The window in the living room was still open.
Occasionally the wind blows and the curtains flutter.
It seemed that something was squeezing in bit by bit.
It's so comfortable here.
They like it here.
…
Cheng Ye was at the breakfast shop downstairs preparing to buy something to eat.
Today he discovered that something was different.
For example, trance.
When he entered the elevator, he clearly remembered to press the door close button, but after entering, he seemed to be in another state, standing there in a daze until the door closed automatically.
Later, when the door reached the first floor, he didn't realize that he needed to go out. He didn't realize until the elevator automatically moved upward again.
Then he followed the others down again.
On the way to buy breakfast, he missed the steps several times and almost fell down the stairs.
He was obviously very focused, but he still fell into a trance state for no reason.
Just like the body is the body and the soul is the soul.
The most terrifying thing was that after he got breakfast, he actually handed the tissue in his pocket as money to the boss, making a joke.
Finally, I wandered to the door of the subway station and remembered that I had a car...
Cheng Ye sighed and shook his head.
Even a fool knows that something is wrong with him.
And it is some kind of irresistible mysterious force.
Cheng Ye narrowed his eyes and followed the crowd towards the subway.
Now that we are here, it would be a waste of time to go back and drive.
Taking into account the traffic jam time, it is actually faster to take the subway.
Having said that, this state is probably the real reason why the team members died, right?
Professor Guo once said that they were all in a trance before they died.
Trance + bad luck.
=Death.
Cheng Ye smiled and walked to the Line 1 subway station to wait for the bus.
Three minutes later, the train came swaying from a distance.
The display shows that Line 1 has entered the station.
And the radio also rang in my ears.
Cheng Ye's figure was reflected in the train's glass.
Cheng Ye stared at his reflection, alarm bells rang in his heart.
At home, it was a half-length mirror. Cheng Ye just felt that there was something wrong with his figure.
Now, a full-length mirror allows Cheng Ye to feel his figure problem more intuitively.
This is more than just edema.
I feel a bit fatter.
It's like the difference between wearing a summer dress and a down jacket.
Cheng Ye narrowed his eyes and stared at himself in the glass.
Soon, the subway stopped slowly, the security door opened, and people got on the train one after another.
It was very crowded, and Cheng Ye was pushed by people behind him to get on the subway.
The car was almost packed with people.
It was very difficult to turn around.
Cheng Ye was a little drowsy again.
He felt that people around him were squeezing him from different directions, making him feel unspeakable pressure.
He used his arms to block a gap and tried to breathe easier.
But it's no use.
It seems... It seems that it is not the reason of the crowd, but the reason of myself.
He seemed to be wrapped in something.
That's right.
Cheng Ye couldn't see, his back was covered with a thin layer of gray.
It is a highly transparent gray color.
His originally bright white clothes had a grayish feel to them.
but......
It will only make people think that this dress is originally off-white...
Cheng Ye didn't know anything.
He just felt very tired.
He felt his heart beating very fast, and reached out his hand to touch his left chest.
Thump, thump...
It's a normal heartbeat.
So why?
Cheng Ye relaxedly moved his hand down a little.
suddenly.
A violent and powerful heartbeat pounded his brain along the palm of his hand.
Cheng Ye's eyes widened.
He pressed his hand harder against his chest in disbelief.
thump!
thump!
thump!
Yes.
It's a very fast heartbeat.
It was like beating a drum so hard it was deafening.
Not his, heart.
People were coming and going, and the car was noisy.
But Cheng Ye couldn't hear anything for a while.
He seemed to have come to another world.
There are two heartbeats in his body.
he looks like......
...possessed...
doom.
Is it attached to a person?
Soon, Cheng Ye calmed down.
He lowered his head to hide his expression.
Although no one in the carriage would pay attention to his expression, he still covered his face sinisterly.
His hand first stroked the extremely fast heart, and then moved up.
Two hearts.
One belongs to him and beats normally.
One of them did not belong to him and jumped very fast.
It was like beating the drums wildly, as if the heart was about to jump out of the chest at any time.
this......
Whose heart is it?
"Hello passengers, the next station, Gaofeng Station, is about to arrive. Passengers transferring to Line 5, please get off at this station."
"When getting on and off the train, please get off first and then get on, and pay attention to the gap between the platform and the train. Thank you for your cooperation."
.......
A wave of people passed by Cheng Ye.
Each body pushed him, making him wake up a little.
He suppressed his doubts for the time being, calmly walked to one of the empty seats and sat down.
The car door quickly closed again.
The carriage seemed a little empty at the moment.
Line 1 is a line from south to north. Most people will get off or transfer in the city center.
So the closer to the suburbs, the fewer people there are.
Cheng Ye sat there and thought.
like a statue.
Thinking about the strange things that have happened since today.
Until there are two stops left from the terminal.
Suddenly he had a flash of inspiration.
Could it be that.
It's because of this...
Cheng Ye quickly took out his notebook from his backpack and wrote the fifth sentence on it:
Doom, is it already possessed?
The clues seem to automatically return to their places and summarized.
Gathered into different squares to form a clear tree diagram.
He remembered what Professor Guo said.
"Zuo Junming died when he stepped on the bus, Zhou Yuhua died when he flushed the toilet and accidentally leaked water and was electrocuted. Ji Panqiao was hit by a car or two while walking. ...."
Their events vary, but are all singular.
And before the bad luck happened, the things they felt were wrong were all single things.
Li Yuyun has someone following her.
Zuo Junming had someone watching him.
Zhou Yuhua always felt like someone was touching him.
What about myself.
If you are already infected.
So, what is that single strange thing about yourself?
Cheng Ye's mind was spinning very fast.
He suddenly understood the biggest difference between today and yesterday.
Yesterday, it was an invasion.
Today, it’s infection.
Yesterday, they were the ones who followed all the misfortunes and chose themselves.
So you just need to avoid it according to the rules summarized.
And today, he has already fallen into some kind of bad luck.
He was locked.
So.
Cheng Ye lowered his head and looked at the four sentences he wrote yesterday.
Now, are these rules still in effect?
Or rather.
Already invalidated?
Cheng Ye squinted his eyes, his whole person seemed to be shrouded in haze.
People passing by him were careful to avoid him.
There are very few people on the train now.
Even though there were not many empty seats next to him, people who got on the bus would rather squeeze in with others than sit next to Cheng Ye.
His face was extremely sinister, and his black eyes were as cold as ice, and no strangers were allowed to enter.
Like an extremely dangerous and terrifying figure.
The veins in my hands bulged from excessive exertion.
Cheng Ye raised his eyebrows.
The scenery outside the opposite car window recedes at high speed.
If what he just speculated was correct.
Then he probably knows what the contagiousness of stones is.
Cheng Ye exhaled a turbid breath, raised his head and scanned the people opposite.
They immediately looked away, avoiding looking at Cheng Ye.
Cheng Ye chuckled and stood up.
He looked out the window at the sparse buildings, already in the suburbs.
The next stop is the destination.
...
"Hello passengers, the next stop, East District North Street Station, is about to arrive. Passengers who are getting off, please prepare in advance."
"When getting on and off the train, please get off first and then get on, and pay attention to the gap between the platform and the train. Thank you for your cooperation."
One minute after the announcement sounded, the train stopped.
The station was empty, no one was there.
There were three or four people who got off the bus with Cheng Ye.
Everyone walked alone, carrying their bags and expressionless, in their own directions.
Cheng Ye also walked towards the exit of the station.
At the exit of the station, there were some old men and women selling pancakes.
Cheng Ye watched from a distance and prepared to go around.
All he wanted to do now was to get back to the laboratory and take a closer look at the stone.
As soon as I turned sideways, the smell of greasy oil smoke drifted in the wind.
Cheng Ye was startled.
Then suddenly I felt a surge of hunger.
All my mind is screaming: Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat!
Cheng Ye stood there stunned for a moment.
No, he doesn't eat this kind of sugar-oil mixture very much.
What was that sound just now?
Suddenly, he felt even more hungry and thirsty, and he wanted to immediately snatch the contents of the pot and stuff them into his mouth.
I don't know when, his body walked to the stall involuntarily.
The claws have been stretched out, ready to attack the sausages that have been fried on the pot.
However, as a quality modern man, he suppressed this desire.
He put his hand in the air, forced his index finger out, and pretended to point at the pancake.
With difficulty, he gritted his teeth and said, "Hello, how much does a pancake cost?"
Aunt: “Do you want to add eggs or intestines?”
In my mind: Add, add, add, add them all!
Cheng Ye's face was twisted, and he put his hands back into his trouser pockets hard, resisting the urge to do it.
"Both, all add..."
Auntie: "Okay."
Start spreading the pancakes skillfully.
Cheng Ye felt like he could hardly control himself.
This force is too strong.
His hand stretched out again without knowing it, and reached into the pot without anyone noticing.
The aunt looked confused and said: "It's so hot, young man. Just wait, it will be fine soon."
Cheng Ye reacted immediately, and with strong willpower, he forcibly retracted his hand.
He looked at his fingers, which were larger than usual.
Ah, this thing.
Surround him.
Fitting tightly to every inch of his skin.
The strong desire to eat now belongs to it.
The heartbeat he felt in the morning also belonged to this one.
And this thing wrapped around his entire body, so he looked bloated and fat.
He felt that his body was heavier than usual, and this was also the reason.
This is--
'parasitic? '
Cheng Ye's pupils were shocked and unbelievable.
Is this to possess him, absorb his nutrients, and breed himself?
Cheng Ye's crazy desire to eat increased a little more.
As expected, it is nourishment, and the advancement may be devouring...
Cheng Ye's eyes were scarlet.
Just when he could hardly control himself.
His pancakes were finally ready.
The aunt looked at Cheng Ye with a strange look on her face: Has this child been hungry for three days without eating?
Pass the pancake.
After Cheng Ye took it, he burst into tears and couldn't wait to eat the pancake like a hungry ghost.
It's like a refugee fleeing a disaster.
Auntie was amazed by Cheng Ye's eating style.
Why are her pancakes so delicious?
Cheng Ye was suffering and couldn't tell.
While he was swallowing a mixture of sugar and oil that he would never eat on a daily basis, he was thinking:
...Could it be said that his fate is to starve to death?
...
His single incident is: Want to eat all the time?
What caused his death: Choking to death?
Cheng Ye's eyes widened, his cheeks bulged, and he was trying to swallow.
ps: It’s just Cheng Ye’s guess and may not be correct.
