prehistoric calendar

Wu Ming counted carefully and found that everyone except him had passed by with hair curled up. In the last two days of the journey, no one in the entire brigade spoke, there was no sound, and each other seemed to be mute.

The same, and he is also one of them. The only difference is that he is really like a numb puppet, while the others all look at him. Yes, as long as he is in the hotel and gets out of the car, they don't care about him.

When he went there, everyone was staring at him.

Such a scene, even if Wu Ming is looking at it now, makes his scalp numb. It is mainly due to psychological pressure, and he does not know that behind these people, who do not know whether they are living or dead, a huge head is slowly moving.

Stop floating and look at him.

There were even hairs floating over from time to time, trying to get closer to him, but every time the hair was about to wrap around his neck, a faint to almost invisible light flashed on his wrist, and the shape of that light was clearly...

Looks like a watch!!

That's right, he didn't see a stone watch, but there was a watch on his wrist, and the style was exactly the same.

But!!

In his memory, he didn't buy a stone watch at all at that time!!

And with the appearance of this light, those hair strands naturally receded, but all the relatives, parents, and best friends who were looking at him were still staring at him, and he seemed to have not seen it at all.

Drinking, sleeping, and following together, these scenes made Wu Ming's hair stand on end.

As time passed, the day of the incident finally arrived. The convoy was on the road. Rain was pouring outside the car window, thunder and lightning were blowing. The whole world looked so eerie and terrifying. What made Wu Ming's scalp numb even more was

, everyone in the car window, including his father who was driving, all stared at him. His father's head was completely turned over. Ordinary people would have died long ago, but his father was still driving.

, yes, my head turned to look at him, but my hands and feet were still driving.

Gradually, Wu Ming saw the huge jet-black head again, which was suspended outside the window of the car he was sitting in. It was looking at him, and a smile appeared on its huge and ferocious expression. Then, a large number of hairs looked toward him from the car window.

Wu Ming floated over. This time, the light on Wu Ming's wrist became lighter and thinner, and finally went out directly. Suddenly, hair came out of the window and wrapped tightly around Wu Ming's neck.

Wu Ming closed his eyes. His hands and feet were still cold and unable to move. When he opened his eyes again, there was no hair around him and the huge head disappeared. Instead, there was a person sitting next to him.

The man was holding his neck tightly with both hands. The man's eyes could not be seen, only the whites of his eyes were there, and the place where the palms came into contact with his neck was extremely cold, not at all like the temperature of a living person.

And at this moment, there was a violent tremor on the hillside next to the road, and a wave-like black shadow rose from the hillside, sweeping down from above, sweeping the entire convoy into it, and headed towards the road along the road.

He rolled down, and Wu Ming also passed out while rolling.

When he woke up, he found that he was already lying in the hospital. The next scene was just like the past. The police came to investigate, the traffic police came to inquire, and even college classmates, school teachers, etc. came to visit.

Some acquaintances of his parents also came, and after that, he attended the funeral in a daze. This series of events seemed like a quick shot in a movie, and Wu Ming had no control over it.

When he came back to his senses, he had already settled in a room, which was the same room where he stayed until he was twenty-seven.

At this moment, Wu Ming suddenly recalled that this house was not his house, nor was it his parents' house. In fact, after his parents passed away, they left him five or six properties and a commercial shop.

It's enough for him to stay at home for the rest of his life, but why doesn't he live in his own house and rent it out instead?

All these past memories now appear in Wu Ming's mind. He himself doesn't understand why this is the case. Until he was twenty-seven years old, he never thought about it at all. He just felt that living in a rented house was not enough.

It was no problem at all. After traveling to the ancient continent, I didn't pay any attention to the memories of the past, and even deliberately forgot them. Now that I think about it carefully, they are all flaws.

Moreover, the layout of various furniture in the house he rented was also very strange, and there were almost no dark corners in the whole room.

For example, the bed is a stacked bed with no bottom, no wardrobe, only some shelves for clothes, and there are no closeable cabinets. The whole room is clearly visible at a glance, and there are some other features. There are a lot of lights in the whole room.

It's an exaggeration, and these lights belong to several switches, and there are even several emergency lights hanging, which can ensure that the house is bright at all times, and even if there is a power outage, it will not be plunged into darkness.

Wu Ming could move freely at this time. He touched his wrist, and sure enough, there was a stone watch on his wrist. How did it come about? Was it really purchased? Or did it appear naturally? Wu Ming

Ming is a little unsure now.

At that moment, Wu Ming walked to the computer desk and turned on the computer. The computer desk was facing the window. Wu Ming frowned when he saw the piles of cigarette boxes on the computer desk and the ashtrays full of cigarette butts.

Brow, why doesn't he remember that he smokes so much?

Wu Ming didn't care. After turning on the computer, he started to check the current time. Suddenly, a black shadow flickered in the corner of his eye. Wu Ming looked up and saw a figure with only a head on the window curtain, but

A very huge black shadow with a head. The head appeared sideways on the curtains, so you could see the huge mouth open, and it seemed like it was laughing. A bloody mouth floated past the curtains.

Wu Ming frowned. He stared at the curtains in a daze, and then carefully recalled the situation when he stayed at home after the drastic change in the car accident.

In Wu Ming's memory, nothing thrilling seemed to have happened during the few years he lived at home. Every day was uneventful, and there were no ghost heads. However, all this has completely changed in this memory.

Every time the head appeared, he felt cold all over and couldn't move. Then when the head left, he continued his life as if he ignored it.

Days like this passed day by day and lasted for several years. It was not until Wu Ming was twenty-five years old that he suddenly realized that the world seemed to be undergoing drastic changes.

From the Internet, from the news, from the groups in his online chat system, and from his friends, he learned that there seemed to be a lot of weird things in this world, including ghosts, monsters, and all kinds of unexplainable anomalies. The whole world

It appeared everywhere, so many people died, and even the government was helpless.

Those ghosts, those monsters, those anomalies cannot be explained by the government or modern technology, nor can they be killed or changed. Therefore, the government tells people to go back to their homes and go out as little as possible.

Wu Ming recalled carefully that he had none of these memories. In his original memory, he seemed to have rarely left the house since he was twenty-five years old. He spent much more time eating instant noodles than ordering food, and he

I seem to remember that fewer and fewer people chatted with him on the Internet. In the end, apart from playing stand-alone games every day, he didn't even log in to the chat software.

During this period, he was unable to control his body at all, and his past memories moved forward at a fast forward speed.

Then one day, Wu Ming was woken up by a knock on the door. He was able to control his body again. When the knock on the door rang, his first reaction was to pick up a knife from the computer desk.

Wu Ming frowned and looked at his injured knife. Then he put down the knife and walked towards the door. The closer he got to the door, the colder his hands and feet became, and there was cold sweat on the back of his palms, as if he was scared.

The person knocking on the door.

When Wu Ming arrived at the gate, he did not open it immediately. Instead, he looked out through the peephole, and then he saw...

His two best friends were standing at the door smiling.