Wanjie takeaway

"A rat the size of a bowl dragged a tail as long as a wire, and it was a dusty and black mass. It swished past my feet in front of me. You know, the kitchen in my house has no windows. , There is no fence or anything like that on the balcony, the mouse just came from the kitchen and went to the balcony."

"Oh, then you have to be careful. This is not a good thing. The rats may have plague, black death, or cholera. We don't have any vaccines for you here. If you suffer, our brothers usually follow you. Sit at the same table, talk, eat and drink together, if we don't know that we are infected by you, we will be at a loss!"

"Hahaha! What I said is, I must pay attention, everyone must be careful."

"Isn't it?"

"That's the reason."

"Cough cough cough-"

"You have a cold? It's strange that you don't have a fever."

"I don't know, it must have caught a cold when the wind fell into the water last night, cough cough cough."

"This is impossible. We have no money and cannot live. If you cough like this, others are afraid of infection. We can't ask for money."

"No way, you guys go, I won't go, I'm waiting to die, remember to collect my body when the time comes."

"If you get sick, you will definitely die. We don't have a place. The corpse has been stored for a long time, and it will stink when it rots. We will suffer even more."

"You have been implicated by me."

"Stop talking about these useless words, and I will definitely collect your body. However, when the time comes, you can only throw it in the trash can."

"I don't mind, cough cough—"

Wei Dao stayed here for a few days.

When he was free, he would go out and stroll around the street. Although there were many people on the street, few of them could notice him.

This is the advantage of having a low sense of presence. Wei Dao just reaches out and takes something from a stall in the street, and no one else will know.

People were standing right in front of them, but they just couldn't see, their eyes open, as if they were useless.

Wei Dao was walking on the road and heard many people coughing.

There are also some people who sit together chattering, don't mention it when eating, drinking and having fun, and are a little quieter, and they are mice when they say it.

Either I have an extra one in the wall today, or I heard a group of neighbors yesterday.

"Everyone be careful, everyone be careful!"

Everyone said so.

Wei Dao didn't stay long.

He was in the car going to Area 51.

Area 51 is divided into two halves, with rich people on one side and poor people on the other side, and business in the middle.

There is a villa area. I heard that two old people lived there in the past. Their son and daughter were a couple. The husband and wife were filial and competitive.

As soon as it was mentioned, the two old people would still be angry and didn't know what was going on.

"later?"

"Both old men are dead."

Wei Dao got the answer and turned to the square, where there was a radio broadcast.

"Cough cough cough-"

There is also a cough here.

Air is mobile.

The environment is good, there are many green plants, the trees are tall and lush, but the colors are weird.

Wei Dao sat on a bench in the square, listening to the radio.

The sweet female voice said in a straight voice: "I will broadcast anecdotes and strange things for you. The time is now--five o'clock, exactly forty."

"I'm a reporter. After a recent follow-up report, I believe everyone still remembers what happened last time. Yes, today we are going to reveal the final results of the three deaths on the ranch. Well, now the microphone will be passed to the ranch owner , let the ranchers speak for us."

"Hi everyone, I am a rancher, not the rancher in the event, but the ranch is the ranch in the event. I..."

"Ah—they're dead, they're all dead, it's my fault, I'm wrong, I'm wrong! It's not like that!"

"I……"

"I am the victim's mother, I am the mother of one of the dead! I have something to say, I have something to say!"

"You madman! Shut up! Where is this place? What time is it? Do you know? Are you going to say?"

"Wait, since this lady wants to speak, let's listen to what she wants to say, microphone!"

buzzing-

"Me! Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Everybody knows who I am, I'm the dead man's mother, and one of the dead men is my son, my son, woo—

My son was supposed to be home, he never came to the ranch and it was all my fault.

I shouldn't wait for him to come back, I have to wait for him at home earlier, I have to go to him, I should go to school, to the station, I have to pick him up!

No no, I mean, my fault.

I, I, I am not, not me.

There's danger here, it's the sheep, it's the pasture, in the fold, in the fold, they're going to come out, then, everybody's going to die, everybody's gonna die, I can see my son, I'm going to see him, I can see him and I'm waiting for his return!ah!

You give me back my son!You are his uncle!That's my son, but you are his uncle, why don't you save him?Why? "

"Okay, now the mic goes to our rancher. Ask him to answer our questions."

"Hi everyone, I'm a rancher, as the crazy woman said, a dead man, I'm the dead man's uncle, but before, the one who spoke last time was the dead man's uncle, that's not me.

I want to say that if you are interested, you can call me and come to me directly. If you want to know anything, you can bring enough money and give it to me. I will tell you what you want.

Farmhouses and ranch tours are ready to be held here. If you are interested in taking a look, you can also call to make an appointment. We have a lot of time and conversations. We can provide all the needs of customers. There are cattle and sheep in the ranch..."

"Ahhh——dead! Dead! The crazy woman is also dead."

"Quiet, what's the big deal."

……

"Okay, that's all for today's interview, see you next time! Bye~"

Wei Dao stood up, moved his body, and returned to the hotel room as if walking slowly.

Rustling.

Rustling.

He heard those strange noises again, coming from the inside of the wall, as if a dying man was still bleeding inside the cavity.

The smell of blood floated strangely on the tip of Wei Dao's nose.

Wei Dao frowned, went into the hotel bathroom, cleaned himself up, walked out and sniffed again, but he didn't feel anything, and it might be that the smell of blood was on Wei Dao, so after a while, he couldn't smell it anymore.

Oops.

Wei Dao looked at the sky, it was already dark outside.

Better sleep and talk about it tomorrow.

Anyway, nothing will happen.

Facts have proved that it is true.

Wei Dao woke up unscathed after a good night's sleep, but in the room where he slept, the door was open, and a group of people came and went.

At some point, a yellow cordon was drawn outside the door, and Wei Dao knew nothing about it.

Outside the cordon stood guards and security guards, wearing dark blue uniforms, white gloves and blue hats, reaching out their hands to stop the crowd with flashing white lights. It was probably a group of people who were frantically taking pictures with cameras, intending to grab the news and turning on flashlights. People, what happened, will always have them rushing to the forefront to witness.

There are pictures and truth.

The black microphones are undulating and densely packed in a sea of ​​white flash lights, like a school of fish following the water.

Wei Dao turned his gaze to the side of the bed where he was resting, where there was originally a wall.

Now, the wall there is gone.

The outer wall was disassembled by technicians, and the inside was exposed, and a large part was hollow.

Blood stains were everywhere, not a single drop of blood flowed out, and the blood radiated out.

The white outline is dotted, drawn in a circle, and the human shape is just seen from the edge, not like a person.

The reason why Wei Dao can confirm that it is a person is only because a human male corpse is still on the side, probably taken out from the wall, curled up together, as if avoiding something, there are signs of being eaten all over his body, teeth marks and so on , should be a mouse.

Rustling—that sound is still there, even if there are people inside and outside the room, and there is such a big movement, it is still there.

So like that corpse?

Wei Dao felt strange.

He was still sitting on the bed, covered with a quilt, and the pillow was at the head of the bed, softly sticking to the gaps in the wood, so that the guests who stayed overnight would not fall to the ground.

It's not too good, and it's not too bad.

The main reason is that it is cheap, and Wei Dao likes cheap ones.

He is ignorant of anything else he likes.

The head of the corpse was almost held in his arms, bent over, arched back, and looked like he was trying his best to resist something.

In fact, there is no wound, the clothes are red, but there are no obvious wounds on the red clothes.

Wei Dao frowned. If he was still asleep, he could ignore what happened outside. Now that he is awake, it is really inappropriate to fall asleep again. Anyway, he is not as sleepy as if he could not keep his eyes open. After thinking about it, he got up and left the scene.

Before he rested last night, he adjusted his presence to the lowest level.

Even if those people came face to face, they would not find that Wei Dao was here.

Therefore, when Wei Dao was not awakened in the morning, those people seemed to have not seen Wei Dao at all.

That kind of feeling is probably a superposition state of "there is a person here" and "there is no one here". The former makes people avoid this place, and the latter makes people ignore Weidao.

In the same way, in the eyes of others, the state of Weidao is probably a superimposed state of existence and non-existence. Everyone can see Weidao, from the mirror, from the traces, from the eyes of others seeing Weidao, because Weidao exists , everyone ignores it, because Wei Dao's sense of existence is extremely low.

If you want to notice Wei Dao, you must have high sensitivity.

Even if Wei Dao's sense of presence is as low as a hair, people with high enough sensitivity can still find him. This is a kind of idealistic feeling, which does not depend on the five senses, and does not depend on any of the senses of sight, hearing, touch, or smell.

For example, if Wei Dao were a strand of hair, he would not be able to see or touch it, and it would seem to exist.