Pollutant recycling site

The Horror Recycling Field APP is a very small reading software on the market that specializes in publishing horror and supernatural novels.

The hottest thing on this APP is an author whose pen name is "Anonymous". Because he is too prolific, many readers suspect that Anonymous is just a vest. There is more than one author behind the vest, and it is likely that there is a mature creative team.

December 12th is the day when Anonymous published the second horror novel of this month.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Zhou Yan walked past the bookshelf full of horror novels with his mobile phone, and sat on the chair in front of the desk.

In the air, there is a woody fragrance mixed with coldness and faint sweetness.

Zhou Yan stretched his neck, put his left hand on the desk, unlocked the phone screen with his right hand, and opened the Horror Recycling Field APP.

What appeared on the phone screen was a warning in red letters on a black background and a ten-second countdown.

"Don't just read horror novels here, otherwise, you will regret it."

People who read this sentence for the first time may have some thoughts, but Zhou Yan downloaded the Horror Recycling Field app two years ago, and he has read the same words at least hundreds of times.

Zhou Yan lowered his head slightly, watching the numbers on the screen get smaller and smaller expressionlessly.

Ten seconds later, the warning disappeared, and an interface similar to most novel reading software was displayed on the screen.

Zhou Yan clicked on Anonymous' new book and read it quietly.

When he saw the scene of the people summoning the evil gods in the article, Zhou Yan somehow felt that these sentences were a bit familiar.

Before he could think about it, he was interrupted by a severe headache.

All of a sudden, strange voices drilled into his ears.

The same words are repeated in different languages, and the content is very similar to the text in the text, as if calling an evil god.

Headache to the point where I started to hallucinate...

Zhou Yan endured the headache and pressed the phone to try to make an emergency call. Unexpectedly, the phone got stuck on the novel reading interface, and all operations were invalid.

It's like countless pious calls are finally blessed with a glimpse of the evil god.

A strange picture appeared in Zhou Yan's mind.

He saw a huge white palm tearing apart the twisted and dense sky like an oil painting. On the ground as red as blood, countless people fell to their knees trembling and screaming like a wave...

A more severe headache swept over, Zhou Yan's body tilted, and he passed out with his back leaning on the chair.

The light from the desk lamp happened to shine on his left ear, and the mole on the earlobe the size of a piercing flashed suddenly, turning as bright red as blood.

After some time, the headache disappeared.

"Da da da--"

Zhou Yan was woken up by the shaking chair.

When I opened my eyes, the night turned into day, and there was a piece of polished glass in front of me.

The wind came in through the crack of the window, making Zhou Yan a little cold.

"You woke up so early."

Zhou Yan turned his head and looked over.

A seat and a half away, a young man with long black hair leaned on the backrest, looking at him lazily.A beam of sunlight came through the car window at the rear, and fell on the position of the monocle in front of the opponent's left eye.

His monocle was made of crushed bone and had no mirror.

Zhou Yan's gaze stayed on the monocle for a moment, then turned his head to scan the surrounding environment.

He was sitting on a moving bus. In addition to the driver and the man sitting in the last row with him, there were more than a dozen passengers sleeping on the back of the chair.

When Zhou Yan looked at the young man again, the other party seemed to see through Zhou Yan, showing a smile that was full of good intentions at first glance, but full of conspiracy in detail.

"You want to ask me, how did you get into this car?"

Zhou Yan's face was calm: "You know?"

"A normal person's reaction, but..." the man dragged his tone and smiled, "I suggest you ask someone else."

"why?"

"I don't usually answer such simple questions."

The man looked a bit embarrassed, but Zhou Yan knew that this was just an illusion he put on.

"Oh." Zhou Yan replied indifferently, and turned around to look at the mountains moving backwards outside the window.

The man seemed to find his reaction very interesting. He lifted his toes with a smile, revealing half of his white ankle, and said casually, "Give up so soon? Maybe if you ask a few more questions, I'll change my mind."

Zhou Yan: "No need."

There are so many people in the car, he can ask others.

Zhou Yan wanted to stand up and go to the front seat, but found that he seemed to be nailed to the chair, and he couldn't leave the seat behind him no matter how he moved.The white phone slid out of his pocket and landed on the seat.

Maybe some news could be found on the Internet, so Zhou Yan picked up the phone and unlocked it.Unexpectedly, the mobile phone was in a state of no service, and the built-in browser and many software he downloaded were gone, leaving only a single seedling in the horror recycling yard.

Zhou Yan poked open the single seedling without hope.

The color scheme of the main interface is no longer black text on a white background, but white text on a black background, as if the night function is turned on.

He remembered that the app did not have a night function.

The software keeps reminding him: No network, please check the network and try again.

"If you refresh again, there will be no internet connection."

Zhou Yan raised his head, and found that the young man came over at some point, and was standing beside him holding the backrest of the front row and bending over.He looked down at Zhou Yan's cell phone, the black hair tied around his neck hung down from his side, and the tail of his hair fell on Zhou Yan's knee, emitting a brown light under the light.

"I suggest you wait until you get out of the car and try again."

After he finished speaking, he sat on the seat next to Zhou Yan, still sitting very awkwardly, with his long legs stretched out to the front row.The hem of the camel coat was draped over Zhou Yan's clothes, bringing the warm smell of the fireplace burning.

Zhou Yan sat in the last row by the window. Sitting like this, he surrounded Zhou Yan in the innermost part with his body.

Zhou Yan lowered his head to look at the camel coat covering his navy blue hem, but didn't speak.

The bus drove into the tunnel, and the car was dark.

In the darkness, all senses are magnified.

Even if he put his arm on the car window and kept the distance between the two of them as far as possible, Zhou Yan could still clearly feel the warm and dangerous aura of the person beside him.

Zhou Yan opened his mouth and said, "Aren't you crowded here?"

"Not crowded."

"I squeeze."

"Everyone can't move, we are almost at the destination, please bear with it."

Zhou Yan: "..." You can't move, how did you sit here! ?

This person was so weird that Zhou Yan simply closed his eyes and leaned against the window, and stopped talking.

When the car drove out of the tunnel, Zhou Yan was dazzled by the sunlight shining through the car window.

Opening his eyes, he saw that the man was no longer by his side, and had returned to his original position, the sitting posture was exactly the same as when Zhou Yan first saw him.

"what--"

With a yawn, other passengers in the bus woke up one after another.

"It's the third time!" The fat man sitting in the third row from the left angrily hit the back of the seat in front with his head, "Why am I so unlucky?"

The woman in the fourth row on the right flicked her forehead bangs: "You are so unlucky and dare to read horror novels at the recycling yard. You are amazing."

"That's because I forgot. As long as I remember, I will definitely give up using my smartphone, and I won't..." The fat man was immersed in his emotions, and he realized something was wrong when he said this. The woman in front of him said, "Isn't this your first time? Have you been here before? How many times?"

The woman's expression became a little embarrassed: "...Three."

"Fate." The fat man twisted his body and stretched out his right hand towards the woman, "My name is Ning Luan, and I am messy in the wind."

The woman raised her hand and shook Ning Luan's fingertips: "Xu Mengmeng."

The space in the bus is small, Zhou Yan sat in the last row, and could hear the conversation between Ning Luan and Xu Mengmeng clearly.The strange thing is that the people sitting in the front row of the bus didn't ask any questions after listening to their chat, as if they were not at all curious about why they were in this car.

"No way, no one asked me about the situation. Could it be that the people who came in this time were all the unlucky ones who had been here at least once?" Ning Luan poked his head out and looked around, with a nervous expression on his face, "No one is really the first time Did you come?"

"Me." Zhou Yan thought for a moment, then responded.

The long-haired young man sitting in the same row as Zhou Yan looked at Zhou Yan and smiled, and lazily said: "What a coincidence, it's my first time too."

Zhou Yan: "..."

"You guys are so calm, it doesn't look like you're here for the first time." Ning Luan stretched his neck and looked towards the last row, "I can't move now, so I'll just sit here and explain to you. Based on my experience, everyone I was pulled into this ghost place while reading horror novels at the Horror Recycling Yard, and you two should be the same, and we can go back after we complete the task of releasing the app as required."

"Going out... What's the use of going out, you may be pulled in again at any time." Sitting in the row in front of Ning Luan, the curly-haired boy wearing black-rimmed glasses interjected, "The fewer newcomers, the more difficult the task will be." , last time we had three newcomers, less than half of the last ten survived. This time there are only two newcomers..."

Ning Luan said strangely, "You know a lot, why don't you come to popular science?"

Man with black-rimmed glasses: "I..."

"Speak well if you want to talk, shut up if you can't speak, don't make me bad by bad words." Ning took a look at his black-rimmed glasses, and looked at Zhou Yan and the others kindly, "Don't be scared by him, Under normal circumstances, as long as you don’t try to die, you can survive. Last time I came in, two people who were doing missions with us died, and they all died by not following the rules.”

Zhou Yan digested the message they said, and said coldly: "Is it serious to die here?"

Ning Luan said solemnly: "Well, people who die here will also die when they go out."

Zhou Yan: "What is the mission this time?"

"It's not time to release the mission until I get the mission location." Ning Luan remembered something, and then said, "The mission is usually related to the novel screens that newcomers read before they came in. I used to meet many newcomers. The books are different, so it’s inconvenient to infer, this time it’s just the two of you, but you can try and find some clues in advance.”

After finishing speaking, Ning Luan asked, "What books did you read at the recycling yard before you came in, and where did you see it?"

The long-haired young man sitting in the same row with him was slow to speak, so Zhou Yan said first: "Anonymous's new book, I saw someone trying to summon an evil god."

Why did he get involved with the evil god? Ning took a breath and pinned his hopes on the long-haired young man: "What about you?"

"What a coincidence..." The young long-haired man smiled meaningfully, "I'm just like him."

Zhou Yan: "..."

Ning Luan, who was still in the mood to play tricks a few minutes ago, froze instantly, and stammered, "You...are you serious?"

The young long-haired man sneered, "What am I lying to you for?"

"It's over."

Ning Luan's face turned pale, and he repeated it again.

"It's really over this time."

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