Lying in **, I was originally drowsy and suddenly widened my eyes in the dark. I zoomed in and looked at the photo. The movement was so great that the quilt slipped away from my body, and the early spring night was still very cold. But I was already in a cold sweat.
I screamed, careless! Before, I always focused on the people in these selfies, trying to find the changes in Ning San from each photo, but didn't carefully look at the changes in the background of each photo.
background! The things in the background are what Ning San wants to photograph!
I swiped the screen, and the selfies that I had already watched slowly appeared in front of me, looking down one by one. Sure enough, every photo left enough space for the things behind.
A chill came to my heart, because in many photos, I found traces of the existence of the dark shadow. It's just not as obvious as under the street lights. They are hidden in the shadows. At first glance, they will only be ignored as messy and unknown objects, but when I look for them on purpose, they will be particularly conspicuous.
everywhere.
Outside the window next to the sewer manhole cover, on the corner of the street, behind the artificial tree trunk, and even when Ning San was sitting on the sofa, it stood behind the door behind him, only half of his black head exposed, hidden in the shadow.
I remembered Zhao Yuankun. Before his disappearance, Zhao Yuankun had been saying that someone was spying on him. So did Xiang Shui and Qianjiang also experience the same thing? Now, is it Ning San's turn
In the dark night, I couldn't sleep at all. Chongyang had already left the Yuanshan Garden. Ning San lived there by himself, why didn't he run? Why does he just observe the dark shadows by taking selfies every day? And what can I do for him
I tossed over and over again, one by one, the pictures were swiped across the screen. I saved all the pictures that showed that kind of dark shadows, sent them to the computer and opened them, zoomed in and looked at them carefully, trying to see what it was.
However, except for the one under the street light, all the black shadows on the photos are only part of it, and it is not even possible to tell which part of the body this part is. They appear in all possible places, where there are shadows, where there are shadows. they.
I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, slapped the light in the room, and then opened the curtains. Looking at the night view downstairs, the city was still not asleep, and the lights were still extinguished in the distance. There is nothing unusual.
This night, I slept very badly. In my dream, a ubiquitous black shadow followed me. It will always let me see him, but it will not let me see the whole picture. Most of the time, in a seemingly infinite In the endless maze of corridors, the black head would stick out from the corner at any time, waiting quietly for me to walk over, and when I passed, it appeared at the next corner.
When I got up in the morning, I was in chaos. The first thing was to see if there were any dark shadows in the corner of the room. When I went to the living room, I found someone sitting on the sofa. It scared me a bit. It turned out to be Gu Tang.
Counting that he hasn't come back for a few days. At this time, seeing him working on the sofa with a tired face, he said first: "You didn't sleep last night?"
"Ah, I slept, but I didn't sleep well."
Gu Tang sighed, "I can't sleep well."
Seeing him sitting there rubbing his forehead, I seemed to have a hunch and asked him, "What happened?"
He whispered: "It's started." (End of this chapter)