Fear Container

On the third underground floor of the archives room, Gu Shen found the G-type files that his father had sealed for twenty years. From that day on, a countdown rang in my mind ——7126 days, 7125 days, 7124 days. The recorder played it back, and the clock that had been idle for many years struck seventeen times. A voice said: "It's still a little short of time." After walking out of the archives room, there was a line of chalk writing on the wall: Eighteenth blow. Finished counting.