Mid-Autumn Festival.
The sunshine at noon is as bright as the bright smile of the sister next door, and it shines warmer on people than the sister's embrace.
Mo Feng expressionlessly left the comfort zone in front of the south-facing window and returned to sit down at the computer desk facing north and south.
Power on.
Open your email.
He took a deep breath and slowly tapped his fingers on the keyboard:
I am Mo Feng. When you read this letter, you will see my big breasts that have been hidden for many years...
As he wrote this, he frowned depressedly.
What happened to the input method?
In such a serious occasion, in such a solemn atmosphere, you still want to engage in pornography for me?
He was about to get angry, but hesitated and decided to reflect first:
It must be that I opened too many websites and planted too many seeds on weekdays, which damaged it. It’s my fault. It’s my fault.
Admitting his mistake in his heart, he quickly and calmly deleted the last two words and continued writing:
……secret.
As he wrote this, he leaned on his chair and looked up.
An old almanac hangs alone above the head.
The golden light is brilliant and the handwriting is clear.
Its upper left corner is "Jiachen Year Dragon", and its upper right corner is "Jiaxu Month, Wushen Day [ninth day of September]".
The handwriting below is verbose:
There are 'Five Elements - Da Yi Tu', 'Chong Sha - Chong Hu Sha Nan', there is 'Value God - Jin Gui', there are also 'Lucky Gods should tend to', 'Today's Fetus God', 'Evil Gods should avoid', 'Good or bad times', 'Peng Zubaiji' and many other things...
There is a large blank space between the top and bottom.
Set against a large white space with a bronze door above it.
This is Mo Feng’s big secret!
An old almanac floated above his head.
The old almanac that only he could see.
And when did he first see this old almanac?
Mo Feng scratched his chin and fell into deep thought——
Sora Aoi is so exciting!
Suddenly thinking about Sora Aoi, it wasn't that his mind had declined and he wanted to engage in pornography, he was not that kind of person. The main reason was that he clearly remembered that the first time he saw the old almanac was the day Sora Aoi came to China to open an account on Weibo.
That day, while he was writing fast, his classmates took him to Weibo to watch Sora Aoi. From then on, he began to dream about writing fast.
All in all, all in all.
It was on that day that when Mo Feng came out of the Internet cafe and raised his head to look up at the stars to purify his soul, he saw this old almanac, and then the purification turned into fright.
From that day on, the old calendar has been floating a foot or two above his head, allowing him to see it clearly every time he raised his head.
Initially, the days shown on the old almanac were consistent with the time when Mo Feng was living. In reality, one day passed, and the old almanac increased by one day.
Slowly afterwards, the time displayed on it became faster than the real time. It started from almost one day to now one month faster:
In fact, today is not the ninth day of September, but the ninth day of August in the lunar calendar and September 11th in the solar calendar.
As for why the time shown on the old almanac is faster than the real time?
Why does it speed up the passage of time?
Mo Feng studied for a long time and finally came to a terrible conclusion-he had studied nothing.
As time went by, he stopped studying.
Anyway, this old almanac has no impact on his study, life, work, work, work, or work.
As time went by, he no longer paid attention to this old almanac.
Just like tinnitus patients will habitually ignore the sound of tinnitus over time, he thought that as long as time went by, he would not notice the existence of the old almanac even if he raised his head, let alone the changes in its contents.
Not so.
This morning when he opened his eyes, he saw the bronze door in the middle of the old almanac changing.
The two door panels that were originally closed opened, revealing a dark nothingness!
Although he knew nothing about this old almanac, he had no idea what the opening of the bronze door meant.
But he guessed that there was something behind this bronze door!
Or, you can enter this bronze door yourself!
No matter what happened, he believed that the opening of the bronze door represented a big change in the old almanac.
In this case, he had to leave himself a way out.
The road to the aftermath.
If you have any problems, you should at least let your friends and family know about your situation.
With this idea in mind, he continued to type on the keyboard and typed everything about the old almanac into the email.
Finally, he solemnly typed his farewell letter:
I hope that after seeing the email, you can come to Room 4, No. 1404, Xinghua Building, Taiping District, Qishan City as soon as possible to open my computer and format the entire hard drive. It is best to remove it and put it on the kitchen stove to incinerate it. Minutes and then smash it with a hammer!
Good people have a safe life.
After reviewing the content of the email, he thought about it and changed the last line:
If you read the email and help me deal with the hard drive, a good person will have a safe life; if you don't help after reading the email, I will turn into a ghost after death and will not let you go.
Set up a scheduled sending of emails.
Mo Feng began to explore the bronze door opened in the old almanac.
First, he found a piece of paper and drew a tablet, wrote the six words "ancestors of the Mo family" and pasted it on the wall. Then he added three pillars of incense to this temporary ancestral tablet:
"Ancestors bless you! May your unfilial descendants be safe and prosperous. This time, the descendants have a premonition that if they can safely explore the use of this thing, they will be able to achieve success and embark on the road to wealth in the future!"
"When the time comes, my descendants will surely burn incense and paper for you every day, making you smile!"
Considering that his parents had never taken him back to the village to worship his ancestors since he was eight years old, nor did he pay homage to his ancestors at home on weekdays, even he himself did not believe this.
So he hesitated and changed his words: "My ancestors, let me tell you the truth, our Momen Village has been deserted. As far as I know, I am the only one in my generation. If I die again, I will not even give it to you in the future." There’s no one left to burn incense on paper, so you just have to figure it out!”
Light some incense.
Make a bow.
Kowtow - forget it, kowtow again when you come back, you have to leave some motivation for your ancestors.
Then he raised his head and stretched out his hand to try to reach into the bronze door...
This is the first step in his exploration.
According to his past experience in exploring the Old Almanac, the Old Almanac is nothing and he cannot touch it.
This time he reached into the bronze door, but still couldn't touch anything.
But the space shook!
Mo Feng suddenly felt the whole room shaking violently.
His whole body shook, his vision went dark, his mind went blank, as if someone had violently pulled him, and he fell out and fell to the ground!
At this moment, he had one thought in his mind: The success rate of my experiment is too high!
However, the shaking and tearing sensations came and went as quickly as they came. When he fell to the ground, these feelings disappeared.
Mo Feng looked up in shock.
He came from the room to a street, and there was a black classic car in front of him.
The car door was closing, and a hard, cold voice came out from the crack of the door: "We're here at the hotel. Get the funeral invitation, and go in!"
Throw away such a meaningless sentence.
The car's tires rotated and it silently drove towards the dimly lit street...
Everything happened suddenly.
Everything is inexplicable.
Everything is very wrong.
He quickly got up and looked around.
The road is quiet and deserted. Some cars covered with leaf dust are parked on the roadside, and more leaf dust is on the road.
The building is gloomy and deserted, with few lights on and soon extinguished.
In the flower beds, the vegetation has fallen, the branches and leaves have withered, and there is no sign of life.
Only the lights in a tall building on the roadside were bright, and through the windows one could still see the endless flow of people coming and going inside.
On the roof of the high-rise building, six large and colorful characters are shining:
Xi'er stew hotel.
When he saw the name of the hotel, Mo Feng felt a chill in his crotch -
A gust of wind roared.
What it brings is the chill that penetrates through clothes!
Feeling the chill, his heart sank: "The sun has traveled through time!"
In the world he lived in before, today was September 11th on the Gregorian calendar, a hot and rumbling day in the history of a big capitalist country. In this mountain city in the Central Plains, which is famous for its sweltering heat and humidity, the temperature would not be so low.
He raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes skipping the old almanac with the bronze door closed. In the sky was a black sun like a total solar eclipse——
The reason why we can be sure that this is the sun and not the moon is because there is a fairly dim light shining on the edge of the dark star...
"Sir, the auspicious time is approaching, and you have finally come to attend the wedding." A gentle voice came down from the layers of steps on the roadside.
Then, a young waiter wearing a white uniform and black pants walked down lightly and came to Mo Feng's side.
Mo Feng didn't know what was going on at the moment, but his crotch was very cold, and he knew something was wrong!
So he got wise in his haste and replied with a smile: "No, I'm not here to attend the wedding, I'm just passing by."
Then he saw the young waiter raise the corners of his mouth and look at his chest with a smile.
He then looked down at his chest.
Under the straight black suit are slightly shriveled chest muscles. On the black suit is an artificial flower with a piece of paper attached to it: best man.
The situation is not good!
But Mo Feng continued to make wise decisions.
He frowned, squinted his eyes and stood on tiptoes, with a puzzled and anxious expression on his face: "I was passing by here to go to that, that Mo's Hotel to attend my eldest brother's wedding."
"That handsome guy, do you know where the Mo Hotel is?"
The waiter continued to raise the corners of his mouth, smiling warmly with red lips.
He turned around, pointed his finger, and said, "This is the grand hotel you are looking for. This is the wedding you want to attend, the wedding of Mr. Medhu and Queen Xi."
After hearing this, Mo Feng was confused, who is Empress Xi? The name Mai Dehu is familiar. He has a colleague with this name...
As soon as the doubts arose, he threw them away, and then his attention was entirely on the waiter:
His lower body didn't move when he turned around!
His waist turned a full 180 degrees to the rear!
Could this be a human being?
This is either a robot or a ghost!
Oops.
Mo Feng waved his hand and stepped back: "No, no, you misunderstood. Isn't this Xi'er Stewed People Hotel? What I'm looking for is..."
"This is the big hotel you are looking for." The waiter's smile did not change and he turned to look at him.
This time, the waiter's upper body did not move, but his neck turned 180 degrees!
"Don't look at the sign. It's been very windy and rainy these days, and the light inside the sign is broken."
"Look at the character '人', it should be the character '大', but a light tube broke down and became the character '人' now - Mr. Best Man, where are you going?"
Where is Mo Feng going?
He didn't know where he was going. Anyway, he had to run, as far away from this ghost thing as possible!
fine.
The devil wasn't chasing him.
He ran with the wind and sprinted directly with his feet clicking on the ground. During this period, he tilted his head and looked behind him with his peripheral vision.
The waiter did not chase him, but looked at him with a warm smile and raised corners of his mouth.
One after another, more waiters came down the steps.
They are all wearing white clothes and black trousers, and they all have raised lips and warm smiles.
Exactly the same height.
The exact same smile.
It's like--exactly the same as copied and pasted!
The hair on your hair stands on end!
Then they raised their right hands and waved them in unison, as if to say goodbye to him.
The posture and rhythm are exactly the same.
It’s exactly the same as the one copied and pasted!
