My Sister is Fuji

Open the drawer of the computer desk, and there are scattered pens, pencils, ballpoint pens, a pair of scissors, and a black notebook beside it.

Is it a diary?

After opening it and flipping through several pages, Su Mu frowned.

A few phone numbers are written randomly on the first few pages.The name is not written, but the last name is written, such as Wang and Guo, followed by a string of phone numbers.Except for the random numbers on the first few pages, the rest are blank pages.

The scribbled font made Su Mu dislike it very much, feeling like the ligatures written by elementary school students.Glancing at the wardrobe, yes, how could this guy have the habit of writing a diary.

Fortunately, Su Mu thought he might have some clues.

Continue to open the large drawer next to it, there are unwritten homework and empty folders.

The cabinet below is a camouflage mountaineering bag, a black backpack, and a rope next to it.

This black backpack was just used as a schoolbag. Su Mu put it on the table and took out the rope inside. It was tight and strong.

"If it's used to tie people, no one should be able to break free." Su Mu whispered and put the rope back.

When I turned my head, I saw the router hidden under the curtain.

Su Mu walked over, opened the curtains, and found a gray router inside.

Press the switch, the router flashes light, obviously still working, but I don't know if there is a network.

"In other words, is there a computer here?" Su Mu looked at the empty computer desk. Where did the computer go?

Su Mu suddenly remembered the telephone in the living room downstairs. It was not plugged in and was placed on the table.

Su Mu had no mobile phone, no keys, or even money.

A feeling of being imprisoned filled Su Mu's heart.

The room is obviously not small, but now there is a kind of claustrophobic horror, suffocating and stuffy, like a little mouse stuck on a sweet mouse sticker.

Su Mu was a very sensitive person. Although it was hard to tell from the expressionless face, the cold sweat beside him sold him out, and he was not calm.

Su Mu was not afraid of being imprisoned. What he was really afraid of was his flexible right hand.

My nameless finger is clearly dislocated, why is it like nothing is happening now.

The real horror is not on the surface, but hidden in the subtleties.Like a docile sheep, hiding sharp horns like knives.

Taking out the scissors from the drawer, Su Mu cut the gauze in her hands.

"Gu... gu..." Su Mu made a sound in his throat.

"A small car. Going fast, I saw you being hit from a distance. There was blood all over the place, and I even thought you were dead."

Qiuming's words echoed in Su Mu's ears, and in front of him was a hand that had no trauma at all.

"Fu... Jiang..."

Su Mu squeezed out his voice, what happened to him.

Chapter 7 clock

Chapter 7 clock

Facing the weirdness that happened to him, Su Mu wanted to do a test.Looking at the alarm clock on the bedside table behind him, the alarm clock is ticking.

It's really hard to imagine that this alarm clock can actually be used normally.

In the strange atmosphere, it seems extraordinarily abrupt.

Einstein said that time is imaginary, just an illusion created by the human brain.

To modern people, time seems to be locked in a machine.

To see what time it is, just take out your phone.

What if you don't have a cell phone?

You can look at the time of some TV stations, you can look at the time under the computer.

What if there is no computer and TV?

Without clocks and electronic products, people seem to be unable to accurately judge how long the time has passed and what time it is now.

Su Mu has no mobile phone, no computer, and the TV in the living room downstairs is not closed. There is a clock that has stopped and its hands will always stay at 6.

In this depressing atmosphere, there was an alarm clock that could be used normally, Su Mu felt that his brain had an illusion.

Fiddled with the alarm clock, the current time is 23:[-].

Su Mu picked up the scissors on the table and separated them, the sharp blades gleaming in the light.

Su Mu used a pair of scissors to slash a [-]-centimeter-long incision on her hand.

Blood slowly flowed from the wound, mixed with the rust smell of scissors.

Su Mu watched silently, as time passed by, the blood stopped and the wound healed, just like a movie speeding up, skipping the annoying process of feeling ink.

It took a total of three minutes and 25 seconds. The wound healed, and he recovered to the point where he could not tell that he had been injured.

Su Mu made cuts in other places, arms, thighs, soles of feet... Everything that could be seen, the wounds ranged from small to large.

Indifferent like his own body.