Ten days passed by in a blink of an eye.
In the bedroom, the curtains were blown by the wind, and the sounds of children playing downstairs could be heard from time to time.
Qianye sat on the leather chair and quietly looked at the text that appeared on the computer screen...
Today is May 1st.
That's when he should enter a new script.
While waiting, the hands of the clock hanging on the wall are ticking...
And ten days ago.
It was the day Qianye was going to find Pu Yunjin.
After he had everything ready, he didn't get any response when he knocked on the door of Park Yunjin's house.
Patience is something Chino doesn't have.
is true!
Following the position, I didn’t see the whole scene behind my eyes.
The bed board on my body was so hard that it looked like I only had a sheet spread under the board, making my whole body feel comfortable when I slept.
Before walking to my bed, I took out a few bunches of green grass branches in front of me. It was Fenshu who opened the quilt under Qianye and waved it directly upwards!
...
"You lazy boy! You'd better get up at that time. How long do you want to sleep until?"
In this day and age, the most direct and easiest way to contact someone is to call or go to the person's home.
The first thing that catches your eye is the roof...
"After I came back from making beans, Ren cleaned the clothes that needed to be cleaned and left them to dry in the air. It would have killed him..."
On the iron-barred window, there is still a pot for cooking something. The stains on the side walls are not very thick. The bottom of the pot may have been knocked a few times, and there is no obvious unevenness.
Apart from anything else, the reason for the update is just that it has been a long time.
There was no so-called plot explanation when she retreated into the horror world. When Qianye regained consciousness, what she could hear was not an old lady talking to a woman.
"He, you..."
It seems...that thing has no energy?
Even if you can find such a house now, it has been exposed to wind and sun for many years, causing almost all of it to collapse, and a few of them have only thin walls left standing in place.
It's just old.
Why did it hurt inexplicably before the spanking?
...
"What place is that?"
Just to observe the current situation, Yang Hong made no move and let the grass branches whip under him, so as not to make too few extraordinary moves, which would lead to the development of the previous plot in other places.
"It makes sense that way. When you came out, you were in a soul state. Whether it was by accident or because of other rules, it still makes sense that you were trapped outside Park Yunjin's body. "
"I'm afraid that's the case. I heard that his grandson came home from school and wanted to have some bad entertainment, right?"
That issue is controversial...
Things that Yang Hong had not seen for a long time appeared in my sight again.
But then again, should it be a shadow or a shadow? Since then, whenever Yang Hong saw that kind of plant, he would run far away, for fear that he would encounter it if he was careless...
As for the grass branch, it will hurt a lot if it is pulled down under the body...
Qianye thought that he should have thought of others before something unexpected happened here.
Several beams passed through the upper wall and were used as a means of fixation.
"Have you ever seen me before I resigned?"
"..."
The minute hand moved a little bit more.
...
With some prayers, Qianye glanced at the clock on the wall.
In fact, the layout and remaining traces inside are very similar to Qianye's own home, as if no one has lived there for a long time, and there is fine dust everywhere.
That reminded Yang Hong of his own situation at that time.
But it was the same time.
Even if the results I'm writing now are ideal, the other party should be in a state of being as if nothing happened...
The surrounding scenes also shattered at that moment, and Qianye's cerebellum was filled with dense words in an instant!
"I vomited all the words because I understood, but I was afraid I was sleeping stupidly!"
Why do you need to use something like that to wake up?
Qianye sat up in curiosity and finished looking at his surroundings.
"I just wish the script that time was more complicated, not so simple, and just go through the process quickly..."
Yang Hong was not in a irritable mood.
Chino thinks so.
There is doubt that Yang Hong has no sense of expectation for the emergence of the script world now, and he even feels that the thing holding him back appears out of thin air.
His fingers tapped on the table habitually.
However, the old lady gave Qianye too little time to react.
The world behind my eyes suddenly fell silent and fell into white darkness.
"Hahaha, it's better to hide it from your eyes. You'll see through it as soon as you get up..."
Yang Hong wasn't even interested in adjusting his sitting posture. He leaned over and spat out these two words carefully.
I didn't get any information about Lin Xiaoxiao...
This is inexplicable. Before I woke up, I found myself trapped outside the body of a fat girl Park Yunjin...
What looks like blisters appear under the green leaves. Is that a mango seed? What else could it be?
The old lady was certainly very slow.
"what is going on......"
In Qianye's memory, only his grandfather's generation could often see such a house.
"It's true that when bad things happen, good things come again."
What I mean is.
But after a while, the scene behind my eyes finally became blurred, and the things in my field of vision were like before, like a mirror being shattered and floating in the void.
Instead of looking for the group of people who disappeared inexplicably, Yang Hong still has to deal with the terrifying world that is about to emerge.
But there is no chance that Lin Xiaoxiao would take the initiative to contact me.
Since July 1st mentioned in the text has not yet arrived, it is estimated that there is a lot of time left before retreating into the script...
Both methods have been used.
Although before I came out of the invitation world, I couldn't get in touch with Lin Xiaoxiao for a while because I was trapped outside Pu Yunjin's body.
"..."
Looking at the grass branch in the old lady's hand, Yang Hong quickly flipped through the unresolved memories in his mind.
The voice without the strange accent gradually faded away.
I can only fall back and use other methods, such as contacting a friend that both of us know, or going to the place where the other person gets off work to ask my colleagues.
Apart from An Yu, Yang Hong really didn't think there was anyone else.
Then ten days before that, Qianye tried to inquire at the unit where Yang Hongyan would work in the future, and also tried to ask Lin Xiaoxiao's family to see if he could get some information.
Turning slightly sideways, Yang Hong found that he was in a "lying" state.
I watched helplessly as the text under the screen seemed to jump under my face.
"But when Lin Xiaoxiao and we left, we kept our bodies intact. It's always possible that our souls can carry people around like you, right?"
I'll leave it for later, and it will definitely take more than a few days to see if there will be any updates. I will definitely receive a reminder from the editor...
Qianye silently thought about the causes and consequences, and where the other people who came out of the invitation world went.
Almost at the same time, I saw an old lady with gray hair walking away angrily, carrying a basket in front of her.
More and more,
The architectural style behind the eyes cannot be described as antique.
Hide, but you can hide...
The beams on the left are covered with cracked earth-colored bamboo strips, and you can vaguely see some corn piled below through the gaps in the bamboo strips.
Because Yang Hong had indeed never seen Yang Hongyan, Ziliang, or Chen Dawei since before the invitation meeting.
Yang Hong looked at the old lady's wrinkled face and knew exactly how to address her.
With all the things piling up at the moment, I can only wait until before the script starts to quickly research what is going on.
Just sitting behind the computer, waiting for the script to end, and then thinking about hurrying up to...
The smaller...
The blood-colored font hangs behind my face, and the words behind my eyes are complete, twisted, and condensed...
But with Qianye's current ability, it is still a problem to avoid the whipping of the grass branch.
Immediately afterwards.
Based on the information obtained at the moment and a little time extrapolation, Lin Xiaoxiao had never appeared outside the sight of anyone before coming out of the invitation meeting.
Gradually, the content text of large chapters became smaller and smaller.
A friend that both myself and Lin Xiaoxiao know...
My body felt the confinement of my position, and my body was able to move at will.
Qianye was immersed in the chaos that can be described as coming out...
"Ohno, he told you badly, did something happen to Yunjin and me? Did something happen to me?"
all in all.
The pillow on which the head rests seems to be made of something like straw. Just move it hard and you can feel the grass-like texture...
Because Yang Hongyan's incident distracted Qianye, that time I didn't buy a small pile of equipment, snacks or drinks to prepare for taking into the world of horror, as I did in the future.
Complain.
Based on Qianye's understanding of his editor, who is a workaholic, no matter what, the other party will definitely not put some thought into that.
"coming."
While chatting, Qianye looked at the pattern under the tabletop, and then looked at the pattern of the fabric that was the bed.
Qianye understood. While my thoughts were surging, the old lady took the mango and walked away, leaving only a fierce instruction.
The shadow of being too happy in childhood emerged from Qianye’s mind. I remember that when I was a kid, my mother-in-law took me to play outside in the countryside of my hometown. Because she knew how powerful that thing was, she was teased by a group of naughty children. , causing great pain to both hands.
Except for the fact that the memory of his existence has not been erased, the other person is very much like this incident that happened in the past. He disappeared from that world so abruptly as if he had evaporated.
I looked at the seven conspicuous little words on the computer screen - In the name of love, I really punched the computer.
He didn't know why, but there was nothing he could do.
But a few seconds before the beating, I felt something was too right.
Pockmarked? !
After all, I thought that the background of the script would push the time back so much.
It was also a reality to contact An Yu. There was a big difference between that guy and Yang Hongyan. He completely lost contact with her before going out for the invitational meeting. The same thing happened when he called someone.
"Don't do anything, just be tight and do it carefully..."
Low walls, rats, fear, eyes...
Not to mention, although the old lady looked quite young, she seemed to be full of energy when she walked. In a few seconds, she reached Qianye's bedside.
Until the entire text seemed to be splashed with blood...
There is less time left.
...
Qianye squatted under the bed and it was clear.
"What is that...?"
Hoes, corn cobs, dustpans, mud walls, wooden beams...
It's not morning yet.
His eyes moved up a little further. The bottom of the bed was a pair of straw sandals that had only been worn for a while. They looked brand new and had only been worn a few times...
"Really."
Time is moving.
Come up in ten days.
"Yes, something happened. I was just passing by and wanted to come and play with me. I guess I've been really busy recently. I'll let you know later that my unit has arranged a small amount of work." Qianye wanted to avoid this. Lin Xiaoxiao's family was worried and could only lie like that.
"There is a way. We can only wait until the incident begins."
In fact, these words floated from under the computer screen and hung in mid-air.
"what happened?"
My vision is quickly becoming cloudy.
Computer, wooden table, room...
You can only infer what the other person meant when he said this just now, or it may be a relative who is playing a role in the future, or something like that.
"Lin Xiaoxiao? When he mentioned you, he thought he was not that person. What? Am I lost?"
"The ordinary world..."
Mud room...
The white font gradually turns red.
I instantly understood what the old lady was holding on her watch...
...
"It is the soul after all..."
"Yes, yes! The weather there has been bad for a long time, so I put the beans away. I'm afraid the weather will get better, so I don't eat anything."
The house was empty and Pu Yunjin was not at home.
Although his eyes were focused on the computer screen, Qianye's thoughts were on Lin Xiaoxiao's side.
so,
Sure enough, except for the houses and beds, the surrounding scenes looked extremely retro.
No one is home and the phone is not answered...
Scan the areas within your field of vision one by one.
An angry shout came from the door.
After knocking for a while and getting no response, he called Park Yunjin's number, but there was an unanswered tone on the other end.
"Go to my field! You harvested those beans wrongly. There are not even a handful of beans outside the field. If you have to eat them, they will fall out slowly."
so......
So what does the old woman want?
Things have passed, and I feel that I no longer have this thought of reaching the status of "protagonist"...
The house covers a large area, and apart from the bed, the most conspicuous thing left is a pile of mud-covered farm tools.
There is no strong accent in the words, and it also depends on where Hanhu is. You have to be a little sloppy to understand what we are talking about.
Sure enough, what is expected and what actually happens are often consistent...
However, after running a lap, the conclusion that can be reached is still the same...
And wait for Qianye to fully digest the information behind the eyes.
Full of doubts, Qianye used his weird ability to directly open the door...
Before getting the body, if you noticed that there was no message from Lin Xiaoxiao on your phone, you should have thought about the possibility that I might also be in trouble...
"Hey! Where are you going, old lady? Carrying such a small basket, are you going down the mountain to boil beans?"
Even though I am now a "quasi-protagonist" outside the horror world, and I am only one step away from the previous protagonist, I have lost the idea of improving.
"Haha, a strange feeling..."
Although I had used traditional methods before, rubbing my hair to relieve the pain, and taking revenge on the older children who teased me, in order to relieve my hatred.
I was stunned for a while.
At first, when I looked at the introduction on the computer, I couldn't imagine that it would be like that before I came here. The fact that there was no precaution at all made Qian Ye's mood really simple.
"Yes, I know. That kid hasn't contacted you for a long time. You thought I was busy with work inside. I don't have any time recently."
