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Chapter 1 Strange Stories
Early in the morning, under the sycamore tree.

The sun is warm, the breeze blows gently, the green leaves are swaying, and the light and shadow are mottled.

A short-haired boy wearing a blue and white school uniform was leaning against a tree, chewing on steaming seaweed rice balls, and looking at the sparkling canal water in front of him in ecstasy.

Li Sheng, a junior in high school, is 18 years old.

Like many people of his age, he also imagined that there was some unknown specialness about himself that would appear at a certain time.

It's a pity that the ordinary world and ordinary life are ordinary.

The gravity of reality was so heavy that no owl sent him a Hogwarts admission notice or an invitation from Cassel College. His parents, whom he had never met before, did not inherit the bloodline limit or the Superman gene. talent.

Yes, Li Sheng is an orphan. Living with my aunt's family.

According to her aunt, one winter eighteen years ago, when she opened the door of her house, she saw a cradle at the door.

There was a baby in the cradle holding an envelope. The envelope stated Li Sheng's name and Li Sheng's father's apology for disturbing his sister's life. Along with it, there was two hundred thousand cash at the bottom of the cradle.

Two hundred thousand might be enough to raise a child in other places, but Yin City is an expensive international city after all. All aspects of food, clothing, housing and transportation cost money. This little money was spent within a few years.

Growing up, Li Sheng and his cousins ​​went to the same aristocratic school, enrolled in the same interest classes, and ate the same meals. There are only slight differences in the size of the bedroom and the newness of the mobile phone. There is no such thing as abuse.

In contrast, it was the attitude of his aunt's family towards him - not a family member, but at most a familiar stranger under the same roof.

The element of politeness is far greater than that of family affection.

Considering that the aunt is unwilling to take the initiative to mention Li Sheng's father, the relationship between the two may be particularly complicated.

It is precisely because of the weird family atmosphere that Li Sheng rides to school every morning, so he deliberately takes a long way around and does not go with his cousins ​​who go to the same high school on the excuse that he likes to eat rice balls from the food stalls east of the school.

In one and a half years, when the college entrance examination is over, I will apply to a university far away. Get far ahead in the exam. As for the money owed to my aunt's family over the years, I can only wait until I get a formal job.

Before I knew it, I had finished eating the seaweed rice balls. Li Sheng rolled the plastic bag into a ball, threw it into the trash can, and said to the food stall owner: "Uncle Chen, let's go."

The stall owner nodded, "Well, be careful on the road."

Li Sheng, who was pushing the bicycle, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Uncle Chen, are you still going out to set up a stall at night?"

The stall owner was a little confused and said, "Hey, the kids at home have to go to school."

"Then, pay attention to safety. The city has not been very peaceful recently."

Li Sheng had no choice but to say this and ride towards the campus.

In the past year, there have been more and more bizarre urban ghost stories circulating on the Internet.

What bus that only runs at night and is loaded with corpses;
You will die within seven days after receiving the murder text message;
Shopping mall mannequins wearing human skin and pretending to be human;

Li Sheng even saw a short video on the Internet - a few teenagers were skateboarding in the park and accidentally knocked over a trash can, and a charred human head covered with maggots fell out of the bucket.

Li Sheng often went to that park when he was a child, so he was very familiar with it. The incident shown in the video happened just a week ago.

What’s even more outrageous is that this case is completely unknown on the domestic Internet and cannot be searched. The park is still bustling with people.

Out of some concern, Li Sheng bought a Swiss Army Knife from Taobao and put it in the outer pocket of his schoolbag - although he also knew that such a short knife might not be of much use in real danger.

The bicycle passed through several intersections and turned into a tree-lined avenue. Across the traffic flow of luxury cars, you can vaguely see the gilded characters of Zhuo Yue Middle School.

As a middle school and high school integrated private middle school that ranks among the best in the city in terms of comprehensive conditions, Zhuo Yue’s students either have rich and powerful families, or the students themselves have exceptionally good grades, or they have average grades and need to spend a lot of money to attend.

Mixed in among the glamorous classmates, the inconspicuous Li Sheng stepped onto the campus and walked into the classroom of Class 5, Grade 3, accompanied by the sound of reading.

"Good morning."

As soon as he hung his schoolbag on the back of the chair, the girl named Ye Jiaying in the seat on the left put down her book, tilted her head, and greeted him with a sweet smile, as beautiful as a painting.

"You, you too."

Li Sheng was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was doing. He slowly sat down with a tense expression, regretting why he suddenly couldn't speak.

He still remembers the first day he met Ye Jiaying, when school just started. She was wearing a white sweater and a brown plaid skirt and walking through the corridor in light blue canvas shoes.

The boys in the classroom, including Li Sheng, all stopped chatting and reading and stared blankly out of the window.

Some girls in the class who had dressed up carefully for the first day of school were so angry that their teeth itched. But for some reason, that sweater and plaid skirt outfit became popular in school for months.

"No, Brother Sheng,"

As soon as he sat down, the boy at the table on the right poked him with his elbow in a joking manner, "Your answer is too low."

Han Letian and Li Sheng have known each other for more than ten years.

Li Sheng glanced at him sideways and lowered his voice: "What else? Do you have any good words?"

Han Letian said seriously: "You should say that the morning when I see you is the best."

"Hey, can you be more aggressive? You're so angry that the US military is coming to attack you." Li Sheng rolled his eyes, found the homework to be handed in from his school bag, and put it on the table.

"If you don't believe me, forget it. By the way, let me copy your homework. I stayed up all night last night playing that VR horror game produced by Prometheus. I have to say, it was really exciting."

Han Letian curled his lips, skillfully took out the math homework from Li Sheng's desk, and compared it with several other homework books to copy. From time to time, he would mutter a few words, "Is the answer to this question B, or 13? Why is it written so vaguely?"

Campus life is as peaceful as usual.

Class, get out of class, lunch, lunch break, and school are over normally. As the sun set, Li Sheng deliberately stayed in the classroom to wipe the blackboard in order to spend more time with Ye Jiaying.

The seats in the class change once a month. In other words, the time limit for him to be seatmate with Ye Jiaying is only one month.

After the latter skipped out of the classroom and went home from school with his best friends, he put down the blackboard eraser, left with his bag, and rode to Zhao Ji Dessert Shop to work.

The store owner, Uncle Zhao, is very nice and the hourly wage he gives me is sufficient. If the store is not busy, Li Sheng will deliver cakes as a delivery rider. If the store is busy, he'll get to work too. After a year of practice, I am ready to become a teacher. Compared with the talented geniuses in the school, his grades can only be considered mid-range. There is a high probability that he will go to an ordinary university and have an ordinary job in the future.

It’s not bad to learn a craft that can support you early, such as making cakes and desserts.

In fact, Li Sheng had long suspected that his aunt and uncle actually knew that he did not go to the library to read after school every day. The reason why they didn't stop him was because learning skills would allow them to go out independently as soon as possible.

After working in the dessert shop for a few hours, I looked at the time again, and it was almost eleven o'clock in the evening.

Li Sheng shouted: "Uncle Zhao, I'm off work."

"Oh, okay." The boss's voice came from behind the plastic roller curtain, "You can take the milk tea on the table and drink it. A customer has temporarily canceled the order, so don't waste it."

"Well, thank you uncle."

Li Sheng put on his schoolbag, took the milk tea, and left the dessert shop on his bicycle.

It was late at night, and the alleys in the old city were narrow and dark. The young man was sipping milk tea and pedaling his car slowly.

boom--

A dull sound came from far away, not like thunder.

Li Sheng followed the sound and looked sideways, only to see that the city lights in the distance suddenly went out. From the neon lights of high-rise buildings to the street lights, they all fell into darkness.

boom!
There was another muffled sound, and all the lights in another part of the city went out.

boom! boom! boom! boom!
The sound became faster and faster, and the whole city seemed to have suffered a blackout and plunged into darkness.

Only the street lights in the neighborhood where Li Sheng was located were still emitting a faint light.

The sudden and strange situation made his heart beat involuntarily. Subconsciously I took out my phone and saw that there was no signal in the upper right corner.

what happened
Just when he was confused and stunned, a strange force hit Li Sheng on the back, knocking him and his car away hard and hitting the brick wall of a community.

"Cough, cough."

Li Sheng's eyes were filled with stars, he coughed and got up, only to see that the one that had just knocked him away was a deformed monster.

It looks like a mixture of a spider and a killer bee, and is as tall as a person. It has four pairs of compound eyes on the top of its head, with three droplets of condensed blood embedded in the middle of the compound eyes, like red amber. It has two pairs of membrane wings on its back, its body is covered with brownish-yellow fur, and its tail has a long and narrow needle.

puff puff!

The monster spit out dense spider silk, accurately covering Li Sheng's mouth, nose, and hands, and firmly sticking him to the stone wall. Can't break free.

Only then did Li Sheng notice that he was not the only victim on this street - there were also two people clinging to the opposite wall.

One person was wearing a suit and leather shoes, looking like a white-collar worker who had just gotten off work. The other person was wearing a riding helmet and a standard blue vest, and seemed to be a driver.

The three prey were all stuck to the wall. The bee-shaped monster slowly flew closer and came to the first victim. Ignoring the latter's struggle and roar, it pierced his chest with a needle and began to suck slowly.

Accompanied by the sound of "gurgling", the fat tail of the wasp-shaped monster kept squirming, pumping blood and bile like a water pump.

The victim's chest and abdomen shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. Loose skin hung from the bones.

The whole eating process is neither fast nor slow.

The driver next to him was so frightened that he kicked the wall desperately, trying to free himself. But with your hands trapped, it's all in vain.

Li Sheng was helpless. His mouth and nose were covered with cobwebs and he couldn't breathe. The feeling of suffocation due to lack of oxygen rushed straight to his brain, and his eyesight was getting darker. Unable to help themselves.

Vaguely, he could see that the bee-shaped monster had sucked the first victim dry and pierced the second person's chest with its spikes.

The driver's whimpers for help quickly faded away. Like a candle that has been snuffed out.

At the critical moment of life and death, Li Sheng's thinking was exceptionally clear, and his brain analyzed the current situation extremely calmly and looked for ways to save himself.

The first is to get out of trouble. The wrist of his left hand was stuck by spider silk and could not move. Only the wrist of his right hand was stuck by the clothes. The right hand itself still had some room for movement.

Li Sheng used all his strength to twist his whole body, retracted his right hand, and pulled it out along the collar of his clothes.

With one arm free, he tried to peel off his face and found that the spider silk had solidified and was extremely tough and could not be torn off.

The feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger. Li Sheng groped backwards and unzipped the outermost zipper of his schoolbag. The Swiss Army knife for self-defense was hidden in the mezzanine.

He took out his saber and broke it open. He used the sharp blade to cut the spider silk on his face desperately. Twenty seconds passed and only the outermost layer was cut.

The pain in his lungs felt like they were about to explode, his heart was pounding as if it was about to jump out of his chest, and his vision was getting darker and darker.

If you want to save yourself, there is only one way left.

A strong, cold realization formed in my mind.

Li Sheng's painful expression calmed down, and he placed the blade of the saber across his throat, 2.5 centimeters below his Adam's apple.

Then, cut hard.

His throat was cut and blood flowed out. Li Sheng puffed out his chest and held the saber tightly with his chin. At the same time, he reached for the milk tea not far away with his feet and kicked the milk tea in front of his eyes like a football.

He didn't do it for the tea, but for the straw,

Snapped!
The palm of his right hand accurately grasped the long straw in the air, and inserted the tip of the straw diagonally into the trachea along the opening cut by the saber.

breathe--

Oxygen was greedily pumped into the lungs, and the dim vision caused by lack of oxygen quickly subsided, and Li Sheng came back to life.

temporary.

(End of this chapter)