My Sister is Fuji

"In advance?" Xiaohui swallowed and spit, not understanding why Zhu Juan said that.Looking at Zhu Juan in fear, she felt like those girls, she was deliberately making fun of herself.

"Yeah, because it's written like this in the notebook." Zhu Juan's eyes turned to the notebook on the table.

This notebook, with other ordinary notebooks, does not seem to be any different in size.

The difference is that the cover of the book is black, without any words, and the black of this cover is not ordinary black, as if it has been soaked by something, the thin cover has a strange sense of layers, like... dark brown.

Chapter 39 content

Chapter 39 content

This book gives people a very uncomfortable feeling - not a personal disgust, but a purely physiological disgust.

This feeling is especially subtle.If you take a picture with your phone, show the picture of the book to others.No one else will have this feeling of disgust, thinking that this is an ordinary notebook, what a fuss.

The only thing that stands out is probably the cover of this book.Without any words, remove the original thick cover and expose the thin layer inside.

It can be imagined how boring the original owner was, and even felt that his age was very young.Black out the cover with that smelly shoddy purple watercolor pen.After it dries, apply another layer... over and over again, and apply tirelessly until the purple watercolor brush color becomes a thick, not like black but better than black cover, creating a sense of hierarchy .

But when it appears in front of you, it is another feeling.There is no pungent smell, no strange color pollution, but it gives people a very annoying urge to throw the book out.

It's as if everyone's eyes have been tricked into being hypnotized by someone who puts the guts of some kind of animal in front of you.

Common sense thinks it's just a book, but it's actually the guts of an animal.It deceived the eyes and nose, but it couldn't deceive the instinct of the body, the trembling feeling emitted by the body, so there was a faint feeling of discomfort physiologically.

Xiaohui stared at the book, the grievance she had just suffered was thrown into the clouds, and another disgusting feeling in her mind that wanted to stay away from this book was overshadowed by it.

Xiaohui took a deep breath and asked nervously, "What's written here?" She didn't know why she was so nervous.

Zhu Juan smiled sadly, her voice became a little hoarse, and she said in a low voice, "Xiaohui, do you really want to see it?" There seemed to be a strange black air on her body, indicating that it was ominous, and her expression was similar to that of medieval Europe. The plague doctor's beak mask is similar.He is obviously a doctor, but he doesn't bring any hope. Instead, he is like a god of death.

Xiaohui was frightened, her body began to tremble unconsciously, and the noisy voice in the class made Xiaohui gradually calm down, thinking that maybe it was just Zhu Juan joking with her, and what was written in this notebook was probably just scribbled by Zhu Juan. , or a bunch of secondary settings.

"Is it okay?" Xiao Hui was full of curiosity, staring at the book without a name on the table.

Zhu Juan laughed "hehe" twice, and Xiaohui's discomfort became even stronger.Zhu Juan took the book in front of her and flipped it over at the angle that Xiao Hui could see.

Xiaohui blinked, was it her own illusion, she saw the book flashed.Not the flash of light, but the rippled feeling of a calm lake.

Zhu Juan opened the book completely, Xiaohui thought she could see some words, but found a blank sheet of paper.

what.

Xiaohui breathed a sigh of relief, and the tense nerves slowly relaxed.It turned out that Zhu Juan was just joking with her, that she had a secondary illness, and there was nothing in the book.

At the same time, Xiao Hui felt lost for no reason.What are you missing?Obviously nothing in it is the best.

But Zhu Juan's appearance is obviously so determined.The strange appearance, I thought that something would definitely happen, what was recorded in it, and I thought there was some surprise in it.

Xiaohui has a sense of gap where hope is lost.

Zhu Juan seemed to have guessed what Xiao Hui was thinking, and the corner of her mouth turned up like a page, and she laughed.

When Xiaohui saw the blank page, words and pictures gradually appeared.

"Hmm!" Xiaohui looked at the page in horror, her stomach was churning, and she immediately covered her mouth with her hands, so disgusting, she wanted to vomit.

The contents here made Xiaohui nauseous.

Zhu Juan let out a frightening giggling and closed the book.

"Well..." Xiaohui resisted the urge to vomit.

This action caught the attention of the surrounding students.The girls in the neighboring group frowned.

"Should I vomit?"

"Pretend."

"gross."

"Go to the toilet to vomit!"

Jiayin in front saw Xiaohui looking like she was about to vomit, and immediately came over and patted Xiaohui on the back, and asked Zhu Juan, "What's the matter, what's wrong with her?"

Zhu Juan just laughed twice, her teeth like steel nails.

Xiaohui finally recovered her strength, and when she looked at the closed book, her eyes were full of horror, and she turned to Zhu Juan, away from her in fear.

When Su Mu came in, she happened to see Zhu Juan showing Xiaohui something, and Xiaohui looked like she was about to spit it out.Looking at the book, it gave Su Mu a strong uncomfortable feeling.

If this book was placed on Su Mu's desk, Su Mu would probably have thrown it into the trash without thinking about it.

Before humans invent computers, ancient people recorded information in two ways.One is the genetic inheritance of the body, and the other is engraved on the slate or the skin of animals and plants - the prototype of the book.

So what category does this bizarre book belong to?What did Xiaohui see from the book?

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At ten o'clock in the morning, the rain stopped, but the weather did not feel any better, and there were large and small puddles on the ground.The water surface reflected the dark clouds in the sky, which made it hard to breathe.

Fujiang came out of the villa and went to the small alley at the intersection. The ground was full of potholes. Fujiang was wearing white fisherman shoes. The edges were stained with sand and water.

Fujiang frowned in disgust: "It's so annoying." This feeling is really annoying, and it is really torture to let people walk on rainy days.

"Pa-" Behind Fujiang, came the sound of stepping on the puddle.

Fujiang turned around and saw Qiu Ming's pale face, walking towards him slowly.