Everyone in City A knows that half a year ago, a fog appeared in the mountains south of the city.
Citizens from old to young all know that there is no way in or out of the fog, and they must not get close.
But there are always people who take the initiative to walk over.
How ridiculous. Jiang Qishan, who was regarded as the "new hope" by the people in the fog, lost himself after leading more than 20 people to escape from the fog.
The road is bustling with people passing by, but my brain is wondering who is the "ghost" in the crowd. I lay on the bed at night. The mattress was soft, but my body was tense, ready to kill the "ghost" under the bed. The warm embrace of his lover always seemed cold at a certain moment, causing him to tighten his muscles and prepare to fight back.
He seemed to have escaped, but he seemed not to have been able to escape.
Zhang Zheluo found a sharp fruit knife in Jiang Qishan's sleeve more than once. Blades and daggers could be seen everywhere under his pillow and on the bedside.
But they are all the same. Zhang Zheluo hugged Jiang Qishan tightly, holding the folding knife in his hand behind his back.
Perhaps from the moment they escaped, they became monsters blending into the crowd.
So, please let them return to the world of monsters.
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Demining: Pseudo-infinite flow, the protagonists have a strange mind, the main character is funny, and in the end everyone lies down together (bushi)
Funny, polite, and absolutely follow my wife, a gentle scumbag × slightly neurotic, gentle, and a little crazy
The inspiration comes from a dream, which comes and goes quickly like a dream. The writing time is uncertain, and I apologize for the poor writing.
Purpose: Be your most authentic self