[Cthulhu] [Infinite Streaming] [No Protagonist] [Read Interactive]
"This corridor is only twenty-five meters."
Zhang Mo took a job - a factory that swallowed up five workers, and a corridor that had no end. The crazy old Taoist squatted on the ground: "There are at least three layers of people buried under here." Tiehu punched the worm on the head, and the face of the fist was broken, revealing the white bones.
They fought off the worm and sent Tiehu to the hospital. Glasgow rated 4 and he wouldn't wake up.
Then they boarded the Joy.
The white flowers on the windowsill fell off piece by piece, and the cuts were as neat as a knife.
On the first day, someone dreamed of the corridor. The next day, someone forgets who they are. On the third day, the ship stopped. Warm sleep overflowed from the stairwell - amber, like wax that had been simmered for too long. It smells like your body temperature.
The person sleeping began to change. The skin is gray, the pupils are cloudy, and the joints are recurved. The person in the mirror walks up from the stairwell, his facial features are misaligned and his knees are bent back. He never makes a sound, but you can hear him shouting in your head:
"Why don't you look at me."
Xiaodou is five years old. She held the little tiger in her arms and stood at the door. The little tiger jumped out of her arms, its fur stood up and glowed golden.
She didn't know what those things were. All she knew was that as long as she didn't let go, the little tiger wouldn't let go.
(New book recommendation: "I Played Cthulhu, and Then I Can't Go Back"
