Wan Ye Lin

There are eight billion people in this world, and more than a hundred people die every minute. But how many people go missing every year? No one knows. No one knows that on the 14th of every month, dozens or even hundreds of people disappear silently around the world. When Shen Shao woke up, his head was bleeding, the gun was in his hand, but his brother was not around. In front of him was an unfamiliar forest, and above his head was a starless night. There is an extra watch on the wrist, showing the countdown: 6 days, 23 hours and 51 minutes. Something is moving in the distance. Red. Unkillable. And behind her, there were footsteps approaching——