escape from the world

Fang Chen's memory deviates but it is not completely blank, so everything is business as usual, he still has to go to work at the company and cannot be late.

Some vague and fragmented fragments still exist in his mind, and sometimes he can think of them and sometimes he can't think of anything.

He didn't tell anyone about this matter, there was no one he could trust, and he looked suspicious at everyone now.

Maybe I should go to the hospital to see if Fang Chen walked on the asphalt road he often walked after get off work, is there something wrong with his spirit, and he has been in a trance recently.

There are usually many people walking this road, but today there are only people in twos and threes. Fang Chen feels weird and is not sure. After all, he has doubts about his memory.

On the slightly empty road, the bicycle passing by him suddenly made a "jingling" bell, and the wheels rolled on the floor, and the crisp bell echoed. Fang Shen turned back and continued walking.

Turn another corner and cross a road, and he will return to the community. He only needs to walk a few more steps, and he will be able to go home.

Fang Chen stopped at the corner.

Blood, blood again.

The dry and congealed blood, dark red, smeared in large swaths, reminding Fang Chen of the black vortex in his dream. They rotate and shrink, pulling people in little by little.

There were two people falling down on the road, and a pure white private car was parked not far from them.

Fang Chen recognized at a glance that the two people lying on the ground were the couple on the first floor.His eyesight is so good that he can see the empty eyes of Mrs. Wu at a glance. Her mouth is still open. Blood seeps out from the nostrils and the corners of her mouth. as if calling for help...

Fang Chen didn't see Uncle Wu's face, because he was lying on the ground with his face pressed against the hot asphalt road. He couldn't turn over before he died, and he was probably choked by his own blood.

Fang Chen had a splitting headache, some broken pictures and sounds flashed through his mind, harsh horns, sudden brakes, blood, pain, calls for help, hoarse and dry... No one answered, and then boundless despair swept him.

He almost knelt down in pain, recovered himself and found himself crying, his chest seemed to be heavily pressed by hands and he couldn't breathe, then he raised his head, the old lady Wu's eyes were still looking at him, because of the pain and fear of death, They protruded greatly, as if they were asking Fang Chen why he didn't save himself.She wanted to live, wanted to be rescued, but a lot of blood came out of her mouth, and the smell of iron wanted to burst her throat, as if someone was holding a rusty iron pipe forcefully into her throat, again and again, with blood Meat……

Fang Chen felt his throat hurt, as if he had experienced it in real life, he pinched his neck and coughed dryly.Mrs. Wu's legs seemed to have been poked open by some sharp instrument, exposing bright red flesh. He saw them on the license plate of the white private car, and the fuzzy layer of flesh and blood was hung on the license plate, dyeing the numbers on it red.

With no one around, the couple was dead.

How long have they been dead and why no one called the police?

Fang Chen was in pain all over his body, as if his bones had been crushed by something, and tears kept pouring down. Because of the pain and inexplicable sadness, he couldn't figure out why he was crying, and wanted to call the police, but he didn't even hold the phone in his pocket. I can't even lift them up.

He knelt on the edge of the sidewalk, only about ten meters away from the couple.

It took a long time for Fang Chen to stand up reluctantly. There was no one in the private car, and the doors on both sides were closed.

……hit and run?

Fang Chen's hands were still shaking, he lowered his head and pressed "1" on the phone, his wrist was suddenly wrapped in something cold.

"Fang Chen."

Someone is calling him.

Fang Chen turned his head subconsciously, there was nothing behind him, and then he turned his head again——

There's nothing left.

The private car is gone, the dead couple is gone, the dark red blood is gone... The asphalt road is clean, and the street is full of people coming and going again.

Fang Chen quickly crossed the road without even knowing that he ran a red light, and he didn't seem to hear the harsh horn of the car.

He had only one thought, go home quickly, it will be safe to go home.

Fang Chen walked into the community, the normally lively downstairs suddenly became cold, no one was sitting in the shade chatting and laughing, the surroundings were too quiet.It seems that only when Mrs. Wu is around, those people will be there.

The sunlight flickered through the gaps in the leaves, Fang Chen's scalp was numb and he walked into the corridor faster, a pair of cold hands grabbed his wrists, causing him to dodge suddenly.

The girl let out a small "ah", Fang Chen turned around and found that it was Fan Yingying.

"...Sorry, what's the matter?"

Fan Yingying shook her head, opened her mouth and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"No..." Fang Chen couldn't help but want to retch when he thought of the couple lying in a pool of blood, "It's nothing." These were all his illusions...was it his...illusion?

Fan Yingying's eyes flickered, as if she was hesitating, but she didn't say anything in the end.

Fang Chen went home and sat in the living room for a while, maybe he should really see a psychiatrist, everything that happened these days was too suspicious, and he couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

Why did I suddenly lose my memory?Fang Chen looked at the blank address book on the phone, and pressed his fingers on the keyboard.

"Fang Chen."

He was dreaming again.

Someone called his name in the dream.

Fang Shen woke up in a daze, the night filled the whole room, and there was a person standing by the window.

At first he couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality, thinking about going to the toilet, he lifted the quilt and sat up with his legs crossed by the bed.The curtain was suddenly blown open by the wind, and he saw the side of the man's neck, the intact and delicate collarbone.

He suddenly woke up, this is not a dream.

"Fang Chen?" The man called him again in doubt.

Fang Chen sat stiffly, not daring to move.

The moonlight was too dark, and he couldn't see the man's face clearly. He could only see his exposed skin faded away little by little, revealing red muscles, which quickly rotted and turned black. .

He slowly walked over and stood next to Fang Chen, Fang Chen saw his mottled and rotten fingers, they seemed to be melting, and the rotten flesh was about to fall onto his legs.The hands were close to his cheeks, there was no expected smell or bumpy touch, just very cold.

Tears poured out, Fang Chen didn't dare to say a word, his whole body was trembling.

The man's hands were about to rot completely, exposing thick bones, caressing his neck.Fang Chen's only feeling is coldness, not hard bones or soft rotten flesh, but the cold touch of his palm.

He felt that he was about to pass out, but the man suddenly spoke, his voice was low, like all the sounds Fang Chen had heard in his life, male, female, and animal calls, he knew it was a man's voice, but They were all jumbled together so that he couldn't tell them apart.

The man leaned against him and said, "I will always follow you and stay by your side."

Do not……

Fang Chen's throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't make a sound, and his consciousness fell into a deep black whirlpool again. He felt sleepy and tired, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The moonlight spilled into the bedroom, embellishing the lonely night, Fang Chen's figure was reflected in the glass, he was being hugged carefully by a rotten person.

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