I don’t write every day, but I write two or three times a week.

This originally useless habit became an excellent tool for him to understand what happened in the past period of time.

‘April 10, 1930.

During the morning meeting on Monday, our supervisor asked us to turn on our mobile phones on weekends and check the work group messages frequently.

Haha, he has such a beautiful idea. I can’t turn away from it.’

‘April 13, 1930.

Tomorrow is Friday, and I decided to go fishing all night in the countryside after get off work on Friday.

Wang Zhiyou asked his supervisor to go to a club to have fun on the weekend, and I happened to overhear the whisper. Should I report them?’

‘April 14, 30.

Reported.

The weather seems to be very humid recently. There are a lot of mold spots on the walls and many books on the bookshelves are damp. Logically speaking, this is not the south. Is the air so humid?

Remember to take out the book and dry it tomorrow.’

‘April 16, 1930.

I heard that several murders occurred nearby, but the murderer has not yet been found.

I haven't inquired carefully about the specific location, so I don't know clearly.

Forgot to post the book, I’ll talk about it next week.

There are more and more mold spots on the walls.’

‘April 18, 1930.

The couple living upstairs died.

I didn't dare to watch it. I heard that the death was very scary. I would definitely have nightmares if I saw it, right?

Tenants on several floors are preparing to move, and moving trucks are starting to line up downstairs. Do I want to find another place to live?

Is there something wrong with the structure of this room? It’s been sunny these past few days, why is there still mold growing everywhere?’

‘April 19, 30.

I smelled a slight smell of a dead rat, but couldn’t find the rat.’

Su Wu turned to the last page.

There is no date recorded on the text on the last page, and a line hastily written in red pen: So many people have died recently, is the murderer really a human?

What does it mean?

What else can it be if it’s not a human being?

A chill surged from the bottom of Su Wu's heart.

He closed the notebook, but before the chill in his heart dissipated, he suddenly smelled an extremely strong smell of dead mice in his nose.

An even colder breath suddenly emerged from behind him and quickly stuck to his entire back!

what happened!

He turned his head hurriedly, and out of the corner of his eye, he only had time to catch a glimpse of a black shadow suddenly standing up under his feet, and then a sharp pain rushed to the top of his head along with the sound of flesh and bones being torn apart!

Su Wu lowered his head and looked——

A bloody hole opened in his chest.

A black palm with ten fingers that was not stained with a drop of blood was squirming on his chest.
Chapter completed!