Chapter 1 The bloody hole in the chest

So cold.

Bering felt as if half of his body was immersed in ice water. From the ends of his limbs to his brain, "cold" messages were being transmitted everywhere.

His body was extremely heavy, and his consciousness was vague and hazy. His whole body seemed to be "pressed down by a ghost". He didn't even have the strength to lift a finger, let alone getting up.

The unconscious will to survive kept him awake. This feeling was uncomfortable. At the moment, his will was like a lonely boat floating in the rough waves. The waves of death were consuming his will.

If you are not careful, Bering will fall completely into the abyss.

Fortunately, Bering could barely hold on.

"hiss……"

Subconsciously twitching his fingers, Bering opened his eyes dazedly but reluctantly.

This is...my room?

He slowly got up from the ground. Although his body was shaky due to weakness and he almost stumbled to the ground again, he still got up.

While breathing softly, Bering looked around at his current environment.

This is a small room, and the decoration and furnishings feel very familiar, because this is the furniture Bering bought himself.

In other words, this is indeed his room.

With this thought in mind, Bering looked under him where he had just stood up.

Then the next second, Bering's pupils shrank slightly as he looked at the ground!

Because he saw something at his feet.

Fitting the shape of the palm, the blood-stained silver gun body, yellow bullets, and a pool of bright red blood.

"This is... a gun?!"

Bering subconsciously took half a step back, and then almost fell to the ground.

The current situation made him unable to react for a while. In confusion and panic, he subconsciously glanced at his body.

Then he saw a small hole in the white shirt he was wearing, and a large area of ​​bright red blood next to the bullet hole.

His fingers penetrated into the hole and touched it. After rubbing his body for a while, Bering withdrew his hand again.

He glanced at the pistol that fell at his feet again, and a ridiculous and strange thought arose in his heart: "Could it be that...'I' used this gun to shoot myself in the body?"

Otherwise, this would not be able to explain the bullet-like holes in his body and the pool of blood underneath him?!

It’s impossible for a man to have relatives here, right?!

The current situation was so extraordinary that Bering's thoughts, which had just emerged from confusion and confusion, were unable to react for a while, and his whole brain was shut down.

After emptying his mind for several minutes, Bering slowly came back to his senses, and his chaotic consciousness was brought back to his body again.

He clutched his chest - where the bullet holes left traces: "Calm down..."

"The current situation is that 'I' shot myself hard with a pistol not long ago, causing a small cut in my body. The reason I felt cold before was because my body lost too much blood."

Thinking of this, Bering scratched his hair in confusion: "But why is this situation happening?"

He remembered that before he lost consciousness, he should have completed his graduation thesis in college and fought until dawn.

Why did he return to his home from the dormitory in the blink of an eye, with an extra cut on his body and even a pistol in his hand?!

"Could it be said that I traveled through time?"

After rubbing his head, Bering finally came to the conclusion that "it seems like he has traveled through time".

Pressing the tiger's mouth desperately, Bering felt that his body was cold, and even his thoughts seemed to be frozen: "In other words, I have actually been 'dead' now, and this kind of coldness on my body, could it mean that I am possessed?" Is it a corpse?"

No, we have to find some clues.

With this thought in mind, Bering carefully searched the room again.

After some inspection, he finally found a diary somewhere on the bookshelf.

Looking at this diary, Bering's eyes were a little complicated.

In his memory, this thing seemed to be a diary that he started narrating when he was in high school and discarded after he entered college.

I don’t know if I can find any clues from this diary...

With a slight sigh, Bering opened the first page of the diary.

Then, the next second.

"Huh?"

Looking at the strange ghostly symbols on the diary, Bering was stunned: "Isn't this... some characters I made up randomly when I was a kid?"

In the past, Bering had made up some character paintings that others could not understand at all. These character paintings were completely unsystematic, complicated, and the handwriting was so ugly that others could not understand it at all.

When he saw these character strings again, Bering felt a little nostalgic for the first time: "Let me see, this character means 'two', this one means 'zero'..."

After putting all these characters together, Bering looked at the information in front of him and fell into deep thought.

After being spliced ​​together, these glyphs form a sentence.

[On May 16, the 15th year of the New Calendar, a meteorological disaster occurred in Xinhai City]

Scroll down.

[On June 23, the fifteenth year of the New Calendar, the first origin-level alien species "Red Spider" was born in Morrowind City]

Keep turning.

[On July 6, the fifteenth year of the New Calendar, in York County, Country M, the "Pale Lady" advanced to the Origin Level]

[On July 8, the 15th year of the New Calendar, in Tokyo, Country J, the third origin-level mutant "Slit Girl" was born]

[On the seventeenth day of the eighth month of the fifteenth year of the New Calendar...]

[September 13th, the 15th year of the New Calendar...]

Each page of the diary contains this information, covering the entire earth, and covering everything from the birth of "alien species" to natural disasters.

Looking at the diary, Bering glanced at the electronic alarm clock on his desk.

It is now March 15th, the fifteenth year of the New Calendar, and there are still more than two months to go...

"No, no, no, this thing may have been written casually when I was suffering from the second grade disease," Bering thought. "I remember that I used to like to write this kind of chronicle, but I didn't expect it. The 'I' in this world likes to cause disasters..."

After turning through all the pages of the book, Bering finally turned to the last page.

After converting the characters on this page into text, Bering was completely stunned.

[If you read this line, my plan succeeded, I am dead and you replaced me]

[The following content is very important for you to remember]

[I am a prophet, the content of the diary is true, very important, and related to disasters!]

Because these characters are not a written language system, but are simply replaced by certain words, when converted into text, they often lack modifying vocabulary and appear to be straightforward.

However, even these straightforward words have left Bering completely confused!
Chapter completed!