Chapter 1 001. Jingzhe
"Ding Bell~"
With the crisp sound of the hanging silver bell hitting the door frame, I watched the last guest leave with dull steps. Looking back, the office's reception in the morning officially came to an end.
Li Dang stood by the door and was lost for a while. After making a somewhat impatient tone, he stretched out his hand to wipe away most of the dust on the glass of the old wooden door, and looked at the outside world through the glass with sharp eyes——
The sky is clear.
It was a rare good day. I squinted my eyes and looked up. There were only some clouds floating in the sky, and the clear blue was unobstructed.
At this time, a black car drove by on the road outside the door. The dazzling sunlight reflected through the car window onto half of Li Ming's body. As if he had been electrocuted, he was shocked and quickly retreated to In the shadows.
He hates sunny days, no, to be precise, he hates the sun and everything that is warm and dazzling.
After glancing at the long-handled black umbrella leaning against the wall, Li Dang returned to the slightly old desk. His eyes swept across the messy white papers and finally landed on the corner of the desk. on the desk calendar.
To a certain extent, this is his only memory of his hometown in a foreign country.
Although there are Chinese characters in Japanese writing, they are far different from my mother tongue. Coupled with some special reasons, I have been here for three years but I still haven’t learned all the 50 syllables.
My wandering thoughts were taken back when my eyes returned to the desk calendar——
Today is January 18, 2023. I thought so much that the New Year’s Eve day in my hometown is coming soon, and I don’t want to I know whether my hometown is bustling and whether they have been busy for a long time for such an important day as the Spring Festival.
But then again, what if I was there? After all, excitement belongs to others.
Taking a deep breath to calm down, Li Dang turned his attention to the desk again.
After casually placing the white paper covered with black writing neatly aside, Li Ming took out a stack of brand-new Japanese yen banknotes from the drawer on the side of the desk and stuffed them all into the envelope he had prepared. Then he sat back down.
Li Dang lit a cigarette, but he was not in a hurry to bring it to his mouth. Instead, he held it between his index and middle fingers, and then looked absently at the white smoke that rose when the tobacco burned.
For a long time, Li Ming leaned his head lightly on the back of the chair and closed his already sore eyes.
『.』
The air gradually becomes humid, and soon after your hands are exposed to the air, some small water droplets will condense on them.
"Here."
Li Ming seemed to feel the changes in the surrounding environment. He opened his eyes and looked around, his face changing slightly.
Fog.
Dense fog.
The first thing that caught his eye was the fog. With the faint light of the sun that had not yet fully risen, he could barely tell that he was in a dilapidated wooden house.
But
Li Ming wanted to stand up and look around carefully, but found that his hands had been tied to the chair at some point.
Twist his wrist at will, and you can clearly feel the pain. You can also feel that although the rope binding his hands is thick, it is tattered.
So as long as you continue to pull hard, you can——
Li Ming, who broke free from the rope, subconsciously rubbed his sore eyes and took the first tentative step. .
When your feet step on the wooden boards of the wooden house, the sound of falling sawdust is matched with the harsh crunching sound made by the old disrepair. It always gives people the illusion that as long as they continue to step down, they will make a hole and then fall.
Li Tang looked down at his clothes and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, the situation did not occur like before. It seems that this is just..."
As Li Ming walked carefully, the surrounding thick fog dispersed a lot, and he could I could vaguely see the whole environment.
This is an old wooden house. Due to its age, almost nothing of value can be found in the house. Except for the chair that was just placed in the middle of the wooden house, the rest are piles of junk. .
The wooden house is so dilapidated that it doesn't even have a wooden door. There is only a gap half a person's height. Looking outside, you can vaguely see the weeds everywhere outside.
Moreover, from the green vines peeking out from the window of the wooden house - which is of course only a smaller gap - it can be seen that the wooden house has been basically covered by these plants.
The cold wind blows, the branches and leaves collide, and there is a strange smell hidden in the rustling sound.
An indescribable taste.
It's like a strange smell of decay, fishy smell, musty smell and earth mixed together.
Li Ming stopped walking and frowned, enduring the smell that made it hard for him to breathe.
The thick fog that filled the wooden house gradually dissipated with the rise of the warm sun at this moment, and Li Ming looked around more carefully.
"Gu"
The sudden sound became more and more harsh in the current environment, and Li Mang instinctively turned his head to look.
At this moment, a toad appeared in the corner full of garbage on his right. It was lying there, its belly heaving, and a pair of emotionless eyes staring at Li Ming opposite.
The two faced off like this for a long time, but in the end, Toad jumped away as if nothing had happened.
Li Ming couldn't help but find it a little funny. In such a strange environment, any living creature that appeared here could have such a big reaction in him
He was really crazy.
Or, is it too sensitive?
Just as Li Dang was about to leave here, he noticed a sudden appearance of a color that was completely inconsistent with the environment among the garbage piles in the corner.
Why didn't you see it just now?
Perhaps it was because the beating of the toad exposed the color to the air. Li Dang pursed his lips and continued to walk cautiously towards the blue color.
The warm sun finally rose from the east at this moment, and the sunlight shone through the gap on the garbage pile in the corner. This should have been a good opportunity to observe the strangeness in front of him, but Li Deng was under the sunlight. Stopped in front of the area.
He hates sunlight.
But paradoxically, his desire for knowledge drove him to take that step.
Li Ming looked around and rummaged for a while, and finally found a broken long stick in the garbage on the other side where the sun didn't shine.
With the help of such external force, Li Ming finally reached the owner of the blue color in front of him.
After picking it up, Li Dang found that it was a work sign, and the blue thing was a lanyard hanging on the work sign.
Wipe off the dust and small garbage on it with your hands, and "Mashiba Buta" is clearly written on this small piece of paper. However, the company under the name is a distant event in Li Ming's memory. A printing company not far away.
「This is.」
While Li Ming was deep in thought, there was a rapid knock on the door outside the wooden house, no, it should be said in the entire "space", as if someone had installed speakers at the four corners of the ceiling of the wooden house, echoing in his ears.
Li Dang woke up as if from a nightmare. When he came to his senses again, he was still sitting on the chair in the office, and the cigarette between his fingers was still slowly floating with ashes.
And outside the door, the knocking on the door continued.
Newcomers, new books! Hope you all like it! In addition, due to the special setting, all sentences enclosed with """ symbols in the text are the words that the protagonist thinks, not what he said~
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