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Xu Duan stood on the street corner for almost half an hour holding a newspaper. He didn't notice the contents of the newspaper at all, and stared at the door of Shengren Hospital almost without blinking. Today is an important day for him. This is the first task he has taken. After completing this task, he will be considered "one of his own". Thinking of the passionate life he will live in the future, Xu Duan's heartbeat can't help but speed up. A woman selling salt tea eggs passed by him and looked at him suspiciously.

His head began to throb and ache again. Ming Ruotao took out two painkillers from his pocket and threw them into his mouth. He unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle and took a few sips. The scenery in front of me became a little blurry, my hands and feet seemed to be unable to control themselves, and I felt numb. He sat on the flower bed on the side of the road for a while, and then he felt the pain gradually receding. The barrier between his mind and the world seemed to have become much thinner, but the soles of his feet were a little soft. Wiping the sweat from his head, he stood up, shook his head, identified the direction, and walked along the road to a teahouse on the side of the road. This teahouse has been open for more than 10 years. In the past few years, he has come here often, and every time he comes, he meets the same person. Now the man was sitting at the table by the window, peering out through the glass window nervously. When he saw him, he quickly raised his hand and waved, showing an expression of relief.

The train rumbled, the dim yellow light shone on me, and the carriage smelled of urine and stinky feet. Outside the window is a dark wilderness. The wind blowing is refreshing and pleasant, but it also brings sand. The person opposite was sleeping heavily, snoring loudly, and a line of transparent saliva hung from the corner of his mouth. That familiar feeling is getting stronger and stronger. After the train turned into the countryside, the scenery on the roadside had a familiar feeling. These southern mountains have gentle curves and stretch endlessly, like gentle overlapping waves. The scent of straw carried by the wind seemed to have been smelled somewhere before.

When does it begin? When will it end? A very ridiculous thing happened to me. It seemed like an accident at first, then like a joke, but in the end I realized that it was actually very serious. The first time it happened was on the subway. At 10:40 pm, the last subway train from Tiantai Road to Renyi Square left. The carriage was empty, and there were seven people in total including me. The lamps embedded in the ceiling illuminated the entire carriage extravagantly, and long shadows were trailing under people's feet. Everyone seemed unwilling to gather in groups and were scattered in various parts of the carriage. Two middle-aged men who looked like they had just gotten off work sat opposite me one meter apart. One turned his head and looked out the window, and the other was concentrating on texting. A young couple stood close to each other at the end of the carriage, making small gestures with each other.

This is a thriller that is sad at first, then sad, and finally poignant, a story about loss and loneliness. Being forgotten by everyone, and then gradually forgetting yourself, is really something more terrifying than death. This is the "second type of death". If what happened in the novel happened to you, who would still remember you, and who would you remember? Time is like a quartz clock with a power outage, forgetting the past and existence, and the future is a vast darkness...

The cemetery is always so quiet. At a glance, there are eye-catching tombs wrapped among the endless mountains. The dense tombstones are neatly arranged. There are countless people lying under the ground, but there are almost no people on the ground. Sometimes it feels creepy to think about it: if the order of the tombstones represents the order in which everyone sleeps underground, then these neat tombstones are just corpses arranged in rows one after another. "Hurry up, let's put down the flowers and leave." Xiaogui said. Xiaogui is my colleague. One of his classmates passed away a few days ago. He happened to be on a business trip and missed the funeral. When he came back, he decided to give his classmate a bouquet of flowers. But he was too timid to come alone and insisted on dragging me along. "What's there to be afraid of during the day?" I laughed at him. "This is a cemetery, and it's very dark." He gritted his teeth and said.

When it got dark, a man came. He walked through the bushes in the yard in the twilight, his fingers passing over the tree crowns, making a rustling sound. Most people didn't notice him. I was sitting by the window. Through the window, I saw the dark bushes swaying unnaturally. The figure of the man merged with the darkness, and I couldn't tell whether he was fat or thin. I didn't realize what kind of person this was at all. When he walked up the steps, I turned on the light in front of the door. At this time, you can clearly see his appearance through the floor-to-ceiling windows: thin, wearing a black suit and a pair of sunglasses, which is the classic look of the underworld in the movie. He rang the doorbell in front of the door. A girl sitting by the door jumped up and opened the door. Before the door was fully opened, he had already slipped in like a loach.

There is a sad secret hidden in a door that is always open in the dark No. 6 Yunsheng Street. Two inexperienced girls rent a seemingly ordinary house together: a strange woman's long hair suddenly appears, strange words are engraved on the bathroom mirror, the hot water in the hand suddenly turns cold, and there seems to be another person living in the third closed room. Jiang Ling and her roommate Xiaobing explored the cause of the incident and found traces of "her". She seemed to be beside them but did not seem to exist. At the same time, colleagues at Jiang Ling's company also discovered some strange characters who belong to this world but are separated from it. Another type of death makes people feel despair.

It took me 5 minutes to tidy up the room, and then I planned to leave. There was nothing extra in the room, except for a table and a chair, a painting on the wall, and a clock. My task is to move the painting to the right, place the table and chairs against the wall, and then set the clock's hour hand to 6 o'clock. In fact, it doesn't even take a minute to complete this, but I don't believe the task will be that simple. Before actually starting, I should check the drawings on my hand repeatedly to make sure they are correct before starting. This simple task means so much to me.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, the wind started to blow again. Dust flew over his head and towards his face, and the goggles were quickly covered with a thick layer, and his vision was almost completely blocked. When the wind first picked up, the detector made a whining cry. Li Nuo and Tang Yong quickly put the shovels on their shoulders, turned around and rushed into the yard. Even so, his vision was quickly blocked by dust, and his vision was blurry. He could only rely on the chirp of the detector to identify the direction. Dust falls on you like rain and enters your lungs with your breath. Li Nuo grabbed an oxygen mask and put it on his face, coughing and dragging Tang Yong with him.

When your blood has a scent, beware! People will think they have found the recipe for immortality and pounce on you. They forget the curse and regain their original bloodthirsty demonic nature. Horrible blood loss, out-of-control crowds, and an indescribable fragrance. Where there is fragrance, there is death...

The biggest advantage of being on the 24th floor is the quietness. This building with a total height of 24 floors has a very simple name, "24th Floor". After it was first built, the name attracted many people to buy it. However, as soon as they arrived, before going upstairs, people turned back and gave up the idea of ​​buying. Because there is no elevator on the 24th floor. There are two staircases, an ordinary staircase inside the building, and a hollow life ladder on the outside that spirals around the building like a long snake. I once tried to walk up the life-saving ladder, but after walking only two floors, I felt dizzy - I could see my feet through the stair slabs. The floors were suspended between floors. The handrails were also supported by iron frames. There was nothing to obstruct my view. I felt as if I would fall down at any time.

I have lived in this community for almost a year, but I still don't know a few of my neighbors. Apart from the few "comrades" who had trouble with the developer when we first bought the house, the only people I knew were my colleague Zhao Ning, who had bought the house before me, and the group of old men and women downstairs who often gathered together to play mahjong - they only recognized their faces, but most of them didn't know their last names. In the unit where I live, there are often one or two unfamiliar faces. According to the property manager, there was a house on the top floor that was rented out. Because the landlord was harsh, the tenants changed several times. The last tenants on the top floor were two young men who had just graduated. They went out before dawn every day and came home in the early morning. They were said to work in IT.