C3 Knife scar

When I woke up again, the lights were already shining outside the window, and the night was as dark as ink.

The first thing I did when I woke up was to get ready to crouch down. It was a terrible feeling, and I was afraid that if I stood up and hit my head on the floor, my unwise mind would become retarded.

She was standing by the window, her back to me, a cigarette between her fingers.

She must have heard something behind her. She moved her body and said without looking back, "You're awake?"

"Mm …" How long have I been asleep? " I subconsciously nodded my head before realizing that she couldn't see me.

She raised her hand as if she was smoking a cigarette, and continued to watch the quiet night outside the window. "If you're awake, then go wash up. If you don't want to die, then come with me later."

I got off the couch and rushed to the bathroom to wash, but the next thing I knew was something very strange.

Just as I was about to wash up, I suddenly saw a very peculiar scar on my neck. I subconsciously touched it with my hand, but I didn't feel much. In fact … I don't even feel my hands.

"I'll f * cking …" "What the hell is this?" My hands are trembling. It's not that I'm timid, but anyone who suddenly sees a knife scar on their neck would be terrified.

In the mirror, there was a cut on my neck that looked like a slit in my throat, but no blood flowed out, and there was no pain to touch, but it was there, on the neck where I had been breathing.

After testing the knife in front of the mirror for a long time, I confirmed that it wasn't an illusion, but it didn't affect me at all. I calmed down a little and took the time to wash up.

I washed up and went into the living room. She was still standing by the window, as if she hadn't changed her posture since I went to wash. I walked slowly behind her.

"You … How many cigarettes did she smoke? "I caught sight of the end on the windowsill, and I counted about a box of them. I was a little surprised that she wouldn't be standing here all the time smoking.

She looked back at me and said flatly, "What's the matter?"

I said hesitantly, "Can't you get dizzy? "Smoking so much at once makes it easy to get drunk …" Usually, if you smoke too many cigarettes at once, it can easily lead to a situation of drunkenness.

Tsk, I'm such a weirdo. I'm already about to die, why should I care about others getting drunk.

She seemed somewhat surprised that I would ask such a question. She was stunned for a moment before smiling, "You're really strange. You're obviously dying already, and you still have time to worry about whether I'm drunk or not."

I scratched my head awkwardly. I'm really a weirdo. I'm already about to die, why should I care about others getting drunk over and over again?

Actually, I still didn't quite believe what she said. After all, apart from that weird knife scar, there was nothing else wrong with my body right now.

She casually stubbed out the cigarette in her hand. Looking at my appearance, she suddenly asked, "What, brat, are you still suspecting that I was lying to you?"

How did she know what I was thinking?

Nervously, my right hand subconsciously touches my neck. This place is a circle of bandages, and the bandages I found in the bathroom when I was rummaging through boxes and boxes were used on me. After all, I don't want to be the object of attention on the streets.

She still had that lazy look on her face. "What? Has something strange already appeared on your body?"

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's right... When I was washing myself, I saw a knife wound on my neck. However, there was no blood flowing out and I didn't feel anything. "

Her eyes hardened as she stared at me. "A knife wound?"

I nodded.

She thought for a moment, then patted my shoulder as she walked towards the door. "Brat, we have to hurry. That thing is already taking your life. I don't want you to die by my side. If that happens, I'll lose too much face."

I followed behind him, a little puzzled in my heart. How could I lose face when I die beside you …

We went downstairs and walked out of the district. When we arrived at the entrance of the district, I looked at him. She looked at me and snappily said, "Why are you looking at me?" "Watch the way!"

I... I feel wronged, you are a person, I don't know anything right now, what road you want me to look for, I don't even know where to go.

She seemed to read my mind again, and waved her hand. "Take me back the way you've been drinking these past few days. We need to know where you got into trouble."

Why didn't you say so earlier... You have to shout if you don't want to talk, I thought.

She glared at me again, and I hurried to lead the way. My life was on this man, and if he didn't run away, I would be dead.

The night in September hadn't cooled down yet. It seemed that it had rained earlier in the day, but the air was still filled with the unique scent of soil after the rain. Facing the night wind, my panicked mind slowly calmed down.

What happened these two days was too weird. First, a company that I had never been to before had sent me a job contract and a gun, and then my roommate told me that I was going to die very soon after getting this gun and that he wasn't going to help me, so I don't know why he was willing to help me now.

Thinking about this, I subconsciously touched the bracelet on my hand. This bracelet hadn't left me since my grandfather died, only leaving me during the day. The next night, a knife wound appeared on my neck, which made it inevitable that these two matters should be linked.

I thought about what my grandfather had said to me before he died. Why did he say he was sorry? What exactly did I encounter at the mountain of graves back then?

Thinking about that, my head hurt a little. The events of those days blurred in my mind, like the early morning of a winter's night, when the fog was filling up the place. You were only a few steps away from the people on the street, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't see it clearly.

"Brat, what are you doing? Do you have kidney problems?" "Your steps are crooked," an indifferent voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Ohh@@

After graduating from university, he had a lot of friends he had after all. Once he graduated, he would be separated by heaven and earth. He might not be able to see her again for the rest of his life.

I began to recall who I'd been meeting with the other day. First, a week ago, at the Student Union, when I'd gone back with them, back to my bedroom that night, we hadn't seemed to encounter anything except shouting and being warned by security guards.

And then, five days ago, I was at an association meeting, and I frowned at the thought.

Seeing my expression change, she leaned forward and asked, "What, did you remember something?"

I hesitated, because I seemed to remember when I had been in touch with the company, and when I got drunk that night, I went back to my room and slept through the night. I was woken by the phone ringing.

I was still half asleep, and if I hadn't been peeing, I probably wouldn't have been able to pick up the phone. When I heard the phone ring, I went to the bathroom with my pants up and answered the phone.

"What did you say on the phone?" she asked.

"I remember that the voice on the phone asked me if I was interested in going to work at the company, and I couldn't be sure if it was a dream when I got drunk," I tried to remember. "I remember," he said.

She nodded. "That's right, it's their company's style."

I looked at him, puzzled. My roommate seemed to know the company I was going to work for.

"Later on, the documents were sent over one day by a courier boy. At that time, I was playing a game and the group battle was intense, but he asked me to sign it. I thought it was a courier or something, so I signed it and gave it to him. "I just forgot about it …"

She looked at me like I was an idiot, and I could feel his naked contempt for my IQ.

After all, as a graduate, if I don't look for a job properly and play games, I don't even know when I signed any contracts.

"Alright, what happened after that?" She waved me on.

"Oh, then what happened was... "Hiss!" I was about to continue when I felt a sharp pain in my wrist. I took a deep breath and jerked up my sleeve.

There was a strange image on my wrist, a cut slowly appearing on the left side of my wrist. I had never thought I would ever see my skin being cut open.

The incision slowly widened, and soon it covered my entire wrist, but there was not a drop of blood that came out, and I felt no other sensation than the sudden pain I was starting to feel.

"Brat …" "You're in trouble …" She looked up, and I followed.

At the end of the road, there was a dim yellow light, as if a woman had appeared out of nowhere.

It was night. Everything was quiet and serene, filled with ghostly shadows.