Three days before the end of rebirth

"Be careful!" Jiang Fan shouted.

Jiang Fan watched the second-level L-shaped zombies rushing towards Ling Lin. Obviously, Jiang Fan did not expect that a unique second-level L-shaped zombie would appear in a small tribute tea village.

Ling Lin was already prepared without Jiang Fan's reminder. She jumped up and the second-level L-shaped passed her by.

Jiang Fan looked at this second-level L-type zombie. It was very large and extremely strong, almost approaching the third-level L-type zombie.

It's really unimaginable that there is a second-level zombie in this grain depot, Jiang Fan thought to himself. Jiang Fan heard Li Qingyang talk about this grain depot, so Jiang Fan took Li Qingyang, Ling Lin and the combat team with a total of seven people to clean up the zombies.

"Ouch!" the Level 2 L zombie raised its head and shouted.

Fortunately, all the cannon fodder zombies around have been dealt with, otherwise it would be really difficult to deal with the current Level 2 L zombies!

However, the difficulty must be solved. Jiang Fan quickly rushed towards the zombies, while the shotgun in his hand was already loaded.

"Bang!" A stream of thick smoke erupted from the muzzle of the shotgun.

Seven or eight steel balls hit the abdomen of the Level 2 L zombie.

"Is reading these diaries really useful?" Xiao Qi drove the car and asked Jiang Fan, who was reading the diaries.

"If he writes down everything he encounters every day in his diary, then these diaries will be useful." Jiang Fan started to look through the first one.

Sunny weather on September 13, 1990

Today my father told me that my family can no longer afford my education. He wants to arrange for me to learn a trade because I am the eldest in the family and there are four younger brothers and sisters in the family...

September 15, 1990, the weather was hot

I have not gone to school today. My father told me last night that I would go to my uncle's house to learn carpentry tomorrow.

Actually I want to study...

September 17, 1990, heavy rain

Today, my father took me to my uncle's house. It rained heavily when we were halfway there... I became my apprentice at my uncle's house. From now on, my uncle will be my master. He taught me how to do carpentry. Uncle

Tell me, I worship the Grandmaster Lu Ban and learn the most authentic Lu Ban method.

April 3, 1995, sunny weather

Today a strange man came to look for my uncle. He was wearing black clothes and his face could not be seen clearly. My uncle was also very surprised when he saw him. I have never seen my uncle's expression like that. The two of them were in the hall.

After sitting for a while, I didn't know what they were talking about.

, but before leaving, the strange man in black gave the uncle a strange piece of wood. When the uncle saw the piece of wood, he was very angry and argued with him for a few words, but then the uncle accepted the piece of wood. Later, the uncle took the piece of wood.

A piece of wood was placed in his machine cabinet.

October 10, 1996, the weather was hot.

Today my uncle took out the strange piece of wood he received last time. His face looked ugly, as if he was particularly reluctant to touch the piece of wood. He told me that this piece of wood should not be touched under any circumstances.

On October 20, 1996, the weather was light rain!

After my uncle took out the piece of wood, he would be busy working in the wooden house every night. Last night I sneaked over and took a look. It turned out that my uncle was polishing the wood, but his expression was scary.

October 26, 1996, sunny weather

Today my uncle suddenly told me that his time is running out. He has never married and has no children. It can be said that the only person closest to him is me, my nephew.

My uncle said that the Lu Ban Fa was very profound and told me not to read the next volume unless I was prepared to be alone for the rest of my life.

On October 30, 1996, the weather was sunny.

My uncle suddenly brought out a coffin for processing today. He told me that when he dies, he will be put into this coffin. He painted and painted on the coffin.

On November 1, 1996, it rained heavily.

My uncle is dead. The way he died was so terrible. He strangled himself to death...

It turns out that it had already appeared 20 years ago, no, it might have been earlier! Jiang Fan silently put the diary aside.

On November 10, 1996, the weather was cloudy.

After observing mourning for my uncle for seven days, I packed my things and prepared to leave. I took my uncle's toolbox with me.

On May 15, 2000, the weather was sunny.

I opened a wood factory, named: Xianglian Wood Factory...

On March 9, 2017, the weather was cloudy.

A female worker died in the factory today. The circumstances of her death reminded me of my uncle. What is going on? Why does this happen?

On March 12, 2017, the weather was cloudy.

Two female workers died in the factory today. Both of these female workers were with Lin Guifang the day before yesterday. But why? They strangled themselves? How is this possible!!! All three of them died from the same cause as their uncle. After all,

Why?

On March 15, 2017, the weather was sunny.

Today the Public Security Bureau came and closed down my factory. I lost a lot of money to those three female workers...

On March 21, 2017, the weather was sunny.

I was bored at home today and rummaged through my uncle's toolbox. There were a lot of things in it that I had never seen before. It turned out that my uncle also had the habit of taking notes. My uncle said that piece of wood was an unlucky thing and anyone who touched it would die. My uncle only said

I know that this kind of wood is called shadow wood, but I only know that this kind of tree has been cursed.

.......

Jiang Fan looked through the diary one by one. Although the diary contained trivial matters, this was Guo Chunfu's life.

Obviously, Guo Chunfu knew from the beginning that there was such a thing as strangling himself.

On November 16, 2017, the weather was sunny.

Today I heard that a person died in Xianglianyuan. They all said that the Xianglian Wood Factory was haunted. The man who strangled himself said that he saw a woman's figure on the third floor. But how is this possible!!! The factory is not there at all.

There is no third floor!

On February 13, 2018, the weather was cloudy.

It's coming! It's taking her away!

Guo Chunfu wrote these words that day, and did not write in his diary for several days after that. A person who has been writing for more than ten years suddenly stopped writing in his diary. This is obviously abnormal!!!

She should be Guo Chunfu's wife! Jiang Fan thought to himself.

February 20, 2018

I went through all the information and it turned out that it was Jing...

The diary stopped at this point. Jiang Fan turned to the next page but there was no content. He even turned over several pages in a row and there was still no content.

What's going on? Don't write anymore. Jiang Fan looked at the blank page and thought to himself. Jiang Fan turned to the last article again.

He looked at the word "jing", which was obviously half written.

Is it "ying" or "hao"? Jiang Fan quickly took out his mobile phone and checked it.

He thought it couldn't be the character Hao.

It should be a shadow!

Shadow of shadow!

A flash of inspiration flashed through Jiang Fan's mind.

I finally know! I finally know why Chen Kun saw the figure on the third floor of the factory, because it was not a human at all.

Why did Chen Kun say that he saw himself? It was indeed himself, his own shadow! Also.

And the night Chen Kun died! Jiang Fan found that the shadow of Chen Kun's body was darker than the others. At that time, I just thought it was a lighting problem, but now it seems that it was Chen Kun's shadow that was gone.

No wonder it's suicide. If your own shadow strangles yourself, isn't it suicide?

Thinking about the "Chen Kun" yesterday, it was obviously Chen Kun's shadow. No wonder it was so dark.

Suddenly the truth of all this slowly emerged. If Jiang Fan guessed correctly, then this is the truth.

but....

Why does the shadow kill people?