At this moment, I have been forcibly taken into this small warehouse.
The warehouse is not big, and it seems that it has not been opened for a long time, so there is a faint smell of dust filling the room.
The interior decoration also seems to be a temporary one. Except for the door and the vent, there is no exit to the outside world. There is not even a window in this place, and there are only a few tables and chairs on the ground.
, so crude that it’s a bit unbelievable.
There is only one electric light installed on the ceiling, and it is an old-fashioned light bulb, not a modern lamp, so that the light emitted after it is turned on cannot even illuminate the entire warehouse, and can only barely illuminate the center.
area.
I don’t know when my computer was moved here, and it is currently placed on the table under the light.
And when I just saw clearly the condition of this warehouse.
Behind me, the mysterious man wearing a black coat on a hot day pushed me into the warehouse without any explanation.
It's strange. Normally I would have subconsciously resisted such arrogant behavior, but now I have no idea of resisting at all, as if I have forgotten how to resist.
When I came to my senses, I was already sitting on the chair behind the computer desk.
"Power on."
The cold voice echoed in my ears like an order that must be carried out.
I even forgot to ask why. I was like a machine controlled by someone, following instructions.
I pressed the power button, entered the password, and entered the computer desktop.
Then, the man who brought me in made a new request.
He asked me to log in to the writer area and enter the comment area to take a look at recent comments.
I couldn't resist, I couldn't even say a word of rejection, just like the heroine in the Minotaur comic who encountered yellow hair, I honestly clicked on the web link, and then clicked on the page in the comment area.
The man in black next to him glanced at the comments in the comment area, nodded silently, and said as if talking to himself: "It looks like I guessed it right."
After saying that, he glanced at me and his tone was still so cold: "You stay here, you can't go anywhere for the next twelve hours."
As soon as I finished speaking, some strange influence on me seemed to disappear, but this influence came and left silently, so I didn't pay attention at all.
It was at this time that I felt a little unhappy when I heard what the man said and asked, "I'm not going anywhere? Then why am I staying here?"
"You can do anything, you can play games or watch videos, but you can't leave your seat."
After hearing such command-like words, I finally couldn't help but said, "Why?"
"As long as you take one step out of here, you will die when a new day comes. I don't want to explain the specific things, and I can't explain them clearly in a few words, but you can try not to listen to me. Anyway, I won't be the one who suffers.
.”
The strange man's tone was still so indifferent, and the eyes he looked at me were too cold to be alive.
Somehow, I was really shocked by what he said.
In addition, judging from the series of events that led me to this place, the slightly young man in front of me seems to have huge power in his hands, and has the power to mobilize the police force and even the military force of Dachuan City.
God knows if the area where this warehouse is located is a military restricted area. If no one takes me out, I might be arrested by patrolling soldiers as a foreign force and taken to trial.
There was no other way, so in the end I had no choice but to stay where I was.
And the strange man didn't speak anymore.
I didn't dare to say anything, or maybe I forgot to ask under some unknown influence, so I could only sit down and behave myself until now.
The time in the lower right corner of the computer shows that it is now eleven o'clock in the evening.
Before I knew it, I had been in this place for nearly ten hours.
The passage of time makes me feel a little irritable. I have been sitting in the chair for a long time. I have some back pain at the moment, but I don't dare to move my body greatly. I only dare to move my buttocks that have been numb from sitting occasionally to let go of the accumulated pain.
Let the blood circulate.
This cautious or panic mentality comes from the person sitting next to me.
It was the same strange man who pressed me down on the chair like a prisoner. After he brought a chair over, he sat next to me and stayed motionless for ten hours.
If he hadn't occasionally moved his eyes and looked at my situation from time to time, I would have even doubted whether this person was still alive.
It's really rude to use such a sentence pattern to describe a person, but now I really can't think of a better adjective.
Although I am a psychiatrist, psychiatrists also need to learn anatomy like clinicians, especially when it comes to the brain. Psychiatrists must be familiar with the knowledge of various parts of the brain.
However, it is this knowledge about the human body that makes me feel frightened at this moment.
Anyone with some common sense knows that after death, the body temperature will gradually drop until it is the same as room temperature.
But here's the strange thing.
It's obviously a hot day now, and this warehouse without even a single window should be as hot as a sauna. The airtight environment should make me sweat. Not to mention staying in here for ten hours, I'm afraid
I'm about to show signs of dehydration and heatstroke in ten minutes.
However, it is not.
This warehouse was very cold, as if there was an air conditioner that I couldn't see, and this air conditioner was blowing specifically at me, which made me tremble uncontrollably and gave me goosebumps all over my body.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but secretly glance with fear at the mysterious man sitting next to me who hadn't moved at all.
I knew very well that this cold breath came from him.
This plain-looking man in clothes looked like a corpse that had just been taken out of the freezer, releasing the low temperature that only occurs when a corpse is refrigerated.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! And the physical characteristics of this man seem to confirm my guess.
The man's complexion was pale. This paleness was not the paleness of cold white skin, nor was it the morbid whiteness of a terminally ill person, but a very extreme paleness that would only appear after a dead person's heart stops beating and blood circulation ceases.
"That's right."
My heart beat rapidly and I secretly confirmed this fact.
The person sitting next to me is definitely not normal.
How could a body that looked dead be alive?
I couldn't help but take another look.
In my sight, the ordinary face illuminated by the light made me feel frightened at this moment, and my body couldn't help but tremble.
The face under the light was still extremely pale, and revealed a strange kind of numbness. Although the eyes were open, they were dark and dull, and there was no trace of the emotional fluctuations of a living person. It was as calm as
A dead man.
Combined with his stiff posture, I began to feel more and more how weird this guy was.
That's right, now I no longer use the word "abnormal" to describe him, but use the word weird to describe this person.
In fact, what makes me feel most weird is not this person's physical condition, but this person's sense of existence.
Several times, because I was a little bored just sitting in the chair, I simply clicked on the game and played a few Brawls, or randomly clicked on a long video to watch.
The result of this is that when I focus on something in the outside world, I will suddenly forget that there is such a person sitting next to me, as if I have forgotten him.
Because of this, every time I moved my neck and twisted it a few times, I would be shocked to see a motionless "corpse" sitting next to me.
It's so refreshing, it's much more exciting than bumping into the evil ghost played by the staff in a haunted house.
Now I don't know how many times I have remembered, or to be exact, I saw such a person sitting next to me.
However, this mysterious man with a very low sense of existence seems to be used to his extremely low sense of existence. Every time I turn my head and show my panic, it does not cause any change in him. He always looks so cold.
With an expression on his face, he silently glanced at me who was making a fuss, then turned back to stare at the front where there was nothing.
"Hey, buddy."
At this time, I couldn't help but call him.
"What's up?"
Although he always looks cold, this cold look doesn't seem to be his original look.
At least in terms of communication, he will not refuse without reason, let alone exclude without reason.
"With your physical condition...have you considered going to the hospital for a checkup?"
Out of my duty as a doctor, I reminded him.
"examine?"
He still had an indifferent expression, but his flat tone finally took on a higher tone at this moment, as if he was asking me this question.
"Look, your skin color is a little too abnormal, and your physical condition doesn't look good either. It's a bit like... uh..."
At this point, I hesitated for a moment, thinking about what kind of euphemistic words I should use to express what I wanted to say.
"Like a dead man."
What I didn't expect was that this seemingly young and strange man seemed to have already understood his physical condition, and the tone of his description was still so calm, as if he was describing an ordinary thing.
"Uh...I didn't mean that...I meant..."
I was about to explain something, but the strange man beside me had already interrupted: "I know my problem, and I know your profession, and your profession cannot handle my situation. Modern medicine has some things that science cannot explain."
It seems particularly powerless in front of me.”
"Unexplainable things?"
When I heard these words, I couldn't help but think of the rumors about supernatural events that have been circulating recently.
Is it possible that this strange man's behavior is actually related to the so-called supernatural incident?
With this idea in mind, I couldn't help but shake my head and laugh to myself: "How is that possible?"
How can there be supernatural events in this world?
In fact, although I think so in my heart, compared to the initial determination, I am no longer as convinced as I was at the beginning.
Because if we use normal phenomena to explain it, all modern medical knowledge cannot explain how a man whose physical condition is like that of a dead man can move around and how he can speak.
However, just relying on this unexplainable phenomenon, I cannot convince myself that there really are ghosts in this world.
This is tantamount to asking me to personally overturn my own understanding of nearly thirty years and personally subvert my own worldview.
Suddenly, just when I was silent, it was like I was debating with myself in my mind.
"The time is almost up."
The man who had been sitting in the chair suddenly stood up.
I came back from my thoughts and blurted out: "The time is coming soon? What is coming soon?"
"It could be your death."
However, the answer given by the man shocked my body.
He also seemed to feel that this statement was a bit too absolute or unlucky, so he added at the end: "But as long as you don't move around, don't shout, and don't cause trouble for me, maybe you can survive."
Maybe?
This probability is too vague.
But, when I still want to ask something.
The numbers in the lower right corner of the computer have changed.
23:59 has become 00:00 in a few sentences.
"Chichi—!"
There seemed to be something wrong with the warehouse's circuitry at this moment. The lights on the ceiling and the computer in front of me suddenly flickered twice, and then went out.
The light disappeared, and the originally not very bright warehouse instantly became pitch black.
However, the strange man who had already stood up seemed to have expected that something like this would happen at this time.
He turned on the flashlight hanging on his shoulder and illuminated my face.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! However, when the light came on, I opened my mouth wide, a chill suddenly came to my heart, and I let out a scream full of terror in the silent warehouse.
A cold breath hit my face, and a strange shadow actually appeared on the computer screen that had been turned off.
This shadow is so unnatural that it cannot be dispersed by the light of the flashlight, let alone illuminated by the light of the flashlight.
However, it is in this shadow shrouded in the computer screen.
A pair of dry, pale palms that seemed to have been dead for a long time stretched out from the shadows, and the length they extended was completely inconsistent with the human body structure. The two arms stretched out for more than one meter, as if they had been grabbed by someone.
It's like a terrible force forcibly stretching it.
now.
The outstretched arms grabbed at my body.
"ah--!"
I screamed in fright, and both heads felt a deep chill at this time.
"ghost."
This word appeared in my mind.
It wasn't until I witnessed an unimaginable scene with my own eyes that I truly realized my previous ignorance and arrogance.
What those patients said is true, there really are ghosts in this world.
However, if they knew that there were evil ghosts, or even actually saw them, how did they survive the supernatural incident?
Soon, I got the answer.
When those strange hands stretched out from the screen and grabbed me.
Behind my back, an equally cold and pale hand poked out.
With only one hand, the strange man standing behind me grabbed the two palms that were grabbing at me and stopped the two dead palms from trying to attack me.
"Caught you."
The man in a black coat looked expressionlessly at the two wrists that were tightly grasped in his hands.