seven days...

Today was just the first day. In just a few hours, he had already experienced two supernatural events.

The first time was the fourth hour after he entered this world.

The second time was almost three hours later...

Will the time between supernatural events be pushed forward?

Cheng Ye raised his head and looked at the clock on the wall.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

Seconds flew by quickly, minutes following closely behind.

Only the hour hand moved slowly, and there was no movement for a long time.

When he arrived in this world, it was almost ten o'clock in the morning, almost eleven o'clock.

It was almost two-thirty after meeting Professor Guo and chatting with him.

After sitting in the car for a while and talking on the phone with Professor Guo, those grimaces came to him.

Calculating the time, it was exactly about four hours.

However, the first event seems to have a gate of life and a gate of death.

That security guard guy who looks fierce is actually his sire.

He followed the security uncle's advice and turned off the music.

So those grimaces behind him didn't do anything to him.

It felt like they were surrounding him densely, just scolding him.

"Look! This is the man who just disturbed us!"

The second supernatural event happened just now in the study room.

The first one is still coherent.

But what about the second one.

The second one seems to come out of nowhere and makes no sense.

What did I do to make it, or should I say, they want to kill it?

Cheng Ye narrowed his eyes and stood in the daylight without moving for a long time.

There must be clues.

Cheng Ye turned his face sideways and looked at the opened invisible door carefully.

This door is made to blend into the wall.

The purpose is to prevent anyone from discovering that there is a door here.

But through my sensitivity to space, I directly judged that there should be a room here, so I opened the door...

Could it be——

No strangers are allowed to enter this space?

Because he didn't enter the room as usual, they thought he was disturbing them?

Cheng Ye's thoughts spread.

All kinds of strange speculations came to mind.

This guess feels like the most reliable guess.

Because what I wanted to tell him about the first supernatural incident was that they like to be quiet and should not be disturbed?

If they are the same thing.

Then their habits should be the same.

The purpose of every supernatural incident is to give yourself more information so that you can compete with it.

There will be no unsolvable copies of the game.

Therefore, there should be life-saving clues hidden in these seemingly inconspicuous incidents.

After entering the study, I rummaged through the boxes and looked at things, which must have disturbed them again.

So they want to kill themselves to show their dissatisfaction?

Cheng Ye narrowed his eyes.

At that time, the sense of crisis that my life was hanging by a thread seemed to still be immersive.

That chilling feeling has not diminished at all.

It seems that if I slow down for a second, I will die here.

So what are they?

Is it... what Xiao Wang said?

Cheng Ye frowned.

My thoughts are still confused.

Before Shitou could figure out what was going on, another bunch of unknown things came out.

but.

Why could he see those things the first time, but couldn't see anything the second time?

Is there any reason?

Cheng Ye shook his head and walked towards the bathroom.

His arm was itchy and itchy, and it was red and swollen, like a small continuous mountain range, and one bulge after another covered the entire arm.

The hair was squeezed into a pile, and the red and swollen bumps formed deep gaps in the flesh of Cheng Ye's arms.

It was so densely packed that it felt like there were tens of millions of ants crawling around.

Cheng Ye wanted to wash it to relieve the itching.

From what he felt, the sticky stuff seemed to be spreading on his arms.

It was like the squid tentacles I touched when rushing to the sea in the morning, tightly wrapped around the arm, and the sticky body fluid spread throughout the arm...

Cheng Ye stood in front of the mirror.

Get ready to wash your arms.

Suddenly, he was stunned.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the dark pupils were filled with incredulity.

Lean forward and bring your face closer to the mirror.

There were two small drops of red marks on the tip of his nose.

Already done.

Cheng Ye stretched out his hand and touched the tip of his nose.

It feels a little rough to the touch, like a scab.

So this is...blood scab?

Cheng Ye sniffed hard, and seemed to smell a faint smell of blood in the air that was full of the smell of disinfectant.

But not much.

Instantly, he thought of the two warm 'water drops' that had just fallen.

This is blood.

Was blood dripping from the bottomless ceiling at that time?

Cheng Ye couldn't help but imagine that there was a hot corpse dripping above his head, maybe with a big mouth open, and blood dripping from the mouth...

Cheng Ye was agitated and shuddered.

It is not a good thing for people to associate too easily.

Cheng Ye turned on the faucet and quickly washed his arms.

Although he couldn't see anything.

But I seem to be able to touch the viscous liquid.

Something like snot was wrapped around his arm.

The cold water flowing over his skin made him feel much better.

With repeated washing, the nauseating feeling gradually faded away.

My arms were already red and swollen like allergies.
To be continued...