triple world

Nancheng Cemetery, located in the outskirts of Nancheng, covers a fairly large area, but some gentlemen said that the Feng Shui here is not very good, and slowly, there are not many people to be seen on Qingming day.

There was a heavy snow just two days ago, and it was cloudy for two days in a row, and the cold was so cold that it hurt people's bones.

Fu Yan reached out and touched some whitish photos on the stele, stood up and left without looking back, the white bouquet was shaking slightly in the cold wind.

"Young man, you're here today too!" The 60-year-old man came out from the side path and greeted Fu Yan when he saw him.

He is the gatekeeper of the Nancheng Cemetery. He has been here for almost ten years and knows many people. In his impression, he saw this young man for the first time about five years ago, and every Sunday thereafter He will come, and then sit for most of the day.

Fu Yan hummed, and nodded at him, seeing that the broom in the old man's hand was still covered with some snow, he should have just returned from sweeping snow, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it over, the old man said He said, "How embarrassing is this?" He accepted it with a smile on his face, his hands and feet were quick and he could not see the slightest senility.

Fu Yan gathered the scarf around his neck, and went straight out, the breath from his mouth and nose condensed into a large white mist in front of him, there was a bus stop not far from the gate, and there was a bus passing by every hour.

The old man stood at the door, and from a distance he could only see the straight back of the young man standing on the platform. He shook his head and went back to the small room beside him.

The room is warm and warm, which is a completely different warm world from the outside. His wife is cooking inside, and when she sees the unopened cigarette case in his hand, she knows who he has met. While bringing out the prepared dishes, she asks Said: "The young man is here again? You can live with it if you always take other people's things."

"Didn't I keep watching for him?" The window was filled with water vapor, the old man wiped his eyes and looked out, and said, "Two brothers who depend on each other, if one dies, the other will not be happy!"

For a while, no one spoke, and the place where the voice did not fall was full of sighs.

Fu Yan didn't know that the two old people thought of him so pitifully, but he was a little tired just after staying up late yesterday to finish a project, but he had already developed this habit. Don't worry.

Fu Yan has a younger brother who was abducted by human traffickers when he was a child because of his negligence. Fu Yan only found him five years ago.Five years ago, Fu Yan didn't have any money. Even if he talked about bad feng shui, it didn't matter. He finally bought a corner in the cemetery in the south of the city to bury him. Care about this.

The little finger of Fu Yan's left hand twitched slightly. He lowered his head and moved his palm, expressionless.

But in 5 minutes, the bus from the other end of the road came slowly. Fu Yan swiped his card to get on the bus. There were not many people on the bus. He found a seat and sat down to squint on the road. There was still a while before returning to the city, shaking He actually fell asleep.

After dinner, the old man went back to the kitchen to wash the dishes as usual. On this point, his old woman would not allow him to escape, but he only went in for 2 minutes today when he heard the old woman calling him outside.

"Old man, come here, hurry up and take a look!"

He wiped his hands and said, "What's the matter, what a fuss?"

The TV outside was on and was broadcasting real-time news. When the old man watched it, his face froze.

"There was a serious car accident in Sutong Tunnel. Two 625 buses collided at the north entrance of the tunnel. So far, 12 people have died and no survivors have been found..."

The 625 bus is the one that passes by the Nancheng Cemetery, and it is also the bus that Fu Yan takes every time he leaves. He walks for half an hour, and it is almost time to reach the Sutong Tunnel. The old man turned pale and said in a low voice. I can't speak.

Fu Yan woke up in severe pain, and the last memory in his mind was the crashing sound that woke him up suddenly. Before he could react, he lost consciousness after a while, and when he opened his eyes, he was already standing on the road. up.

The head hurt so much, Fu Yan couldn't help touching it, but he didn't touch any wound, but half of the head seemed to be crushed, and there was a heavy weight on it and it hurt.

After he barely got used to it, the feeling of being overwhelmed by the pain slowly came back to him, and Fu Yan suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood.

Behind him were the wreckage of two buses. The hard steel structure of the car was wrapped in the fragile flesh and blood, and it was a bloody mass. Fu Yan saw his own body next to the glass at first glance. There was no trace of the head, and the blood dripping from his back soaked his white sweater deep red.

No wonder it hurts so much, this thought floated in his mind for a while before Fu Yan realized that he seemed to be dead.

He stood for a while, there was no sound in the tunnel, everything stayed at the moment when he cut off his life, there was no black and white impermanence or death with a sickle to take away his soul.

But soon, a black mist that suddenly gushed out caught his sight, and the mist was entangled in a disorderly manner. In just a few seconds, a huge mirror appeared in front of Fu Yan's eyes.

The heavy black frame, the bright and peaceful mirror surface, and the black mist wrapped around it, are very much like a rusted mirror in an oil painting. Fu Yan has to look up to see its whole picture.

Huge, spooky mirrors.

It stands obliquely in the tunnel, and the original position of the railing is cut off by it. The black mist spreads along the silver metal railing, and the hard alloy falls down like molten plastic, dripping down and splashing drops of black mist .

His appearance was reflected in the mirror. The young man had a handsome face and gentle brows, but there was some gloom from nowhere, and now he added a bit of painful paleness. His head was really hurting too much.

Fu Yan didn't have much time to pay attention to his own appearance. Beside the mirror, the black mist was gathering, and soon formed the shape of a person.

"Fu Yan, do you want to live?" The man formed of black mist asked coldly.

Fu Yan did not hesitate: "Yes."

His friend said that he had a hard life and couldn't make a smile for half a year, but at this time, even if he still couldn't figure out what the situation was, he gave his instinctive answer directly.

The man formed by the black mist finally showed his face. Fu Yan was stunned for a while. The man looked exactly like him, the same age of 25 or [-], and the same black hair fell softly by his ears, but the corners of his eyes There was a deep dead air between the brows, as cold as the words just now.

The man didn't speak. After getting an affirmative answer, he stepped on his feet, and his whole body floated up, flying straight towards Fu Yan.

The seemingly substantial body directly penetrated Fu Yan's body. When Fu Yan turned around to look, he only saw the man's figure gradually disappearing in the air behind him.

There was no sound in the tunnel again. If it wasn't for the mirror, Fu Yan would think that everything he saw before was an illusion.

Fu Yan frowned, and looked around the entire tunnel. The man was no longer there, and he asked, "Who are you? What are you going to do?"

The next moment, the flat mirror surface of the mirror in front of him twisted, and the black mist rushed towards Fu Yan, and Fu Yan was sucked in.

There was darkness in front of my eyes, and the man's voice was next to my ears.

"Fu Yan, welcome to the third world."

B-level game world - Tong'an Apartment