The vest magic changes the earth

The moment she looked over, Allen felt that he was facing a black hole full of bloodthirsty and madness, full of crazy greed.

Allen yanked the curtains shut, took a step back, and gasped for breath.

The FBI next to him supported him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"There's a woman in a red dress on the street."

Sergeant Smith opened the curtains, stretched his head to take a look, "There is nothing but those monsters."

Allen didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, so he looked around and found that Randolph had disappeared.

"What about others?"

"Just went out, you didn't notice." Sergeant Smith said: "You stood in front of the window sill in a daze, and you didn't respond to what we called you."

Allen was full of doubts, Randolph was so badly injured, why did he run out.The three of them stayed in the house and waited, and Randolph didn't come back for a long time. Alan stood up and said, "Let's go and see, it's okay if there is any accident."

The two policemen also had no objection.

As soon as Allen opened the door, he met Randolph face to face, and both of them froze for a moment.

Randolph squeezed into the room with a hardcover notebook in hand.

"What were you doing just now?" Allen asked.

"By the way, when something like this happens in the town, you always need to look for some clues." Randolph handed over the notebook, "I took a look, and this is interesting."

Alan took it over. The notebook was thick and old, and the paper was yellowed and wrinkled.The thread around the cover has been frayed and part of it has fallen off, and it was carefully mended.Soft and gentle to the touch, the owner of this book should cherish it very much.

He spread the notebook out on the table so everyone could see it.

Allen looked over and found that it was a diary. The owner should be a girl, and it recorded her life. Allen flipped through it a little. Her body should be flawed, but her mentality was very good. There was no complaint or hatred. The margins of the page were traced with colored pencils, and small patterns were drawn.

"This is the daughter of the hotel owner." Randolph said, "It's the girl with the disabled leg. I noticed that there are a few houses behind the bar, which should be the owner's family. This kind of introverted little girl Girls generally like to keep a diary and talk about themselves, not to mention that she is still disabled, and it is estimated that no children usually play with her."

Randolph turned the diary to the back, "What happened in the town should have started in these few days."

Allen looked over, and the little girl's diary was really detailed.From morning to night, the residents of this small town know each other, and have lived in a peaceful environment for many years, so there is no earth-shattering bullying and black blood script.

The little girl writes all day long that someone's cat has given birth, and what class the teacher is teaching today is trivial.

But on January 1th, things went a bit wrong.She first wrote:

Sunny Wednesday, July 2013, 1

"The Hodgson brothers didn't come to school today. They may be sick. We discussed it after class and planned to go to their house after school. It happened that the road was not far away. It was on the only way between my house and school. .

John suggested that we could pick some flowers on the side of the road. Their family seems to like to put vases.Everyone thought it was a good suggestion.The Hodgson family is very artistic. Their mother knows how to design postcards and buy postcards from her. Their father is an astronomy enthusiast who has a telescope on the roof and goes stargazing every night.I quite like their house.

But when they arrived at Hodgson's house, the situation became a little strange.At first, no matter how we knocked, they didn't open the door. We were a little suspicious at first, thinking that their house might have gone out, but John saw that their house was still lit, and there was a figure shaking.I also heard voices speaking.So we didn't leave and shouted Hodgson and their names.

At last the door was opened, by Mr Hodgson.We were all taken aback. Mr. Hodgson looked very bad, with a sallow complexion, sunken eyes, and aged ten years.I asked him, "Sir, are you okay?" Mr. Hodgson gave me a vicious stare, and he seemed very angry, and yelled at us: "Get out! Get out!"

We were all frightened, his expression was too ferocious.It was very different from the usual friendly appearance, so we left quickly, but because my wheelchair was walking slowly, I saw candles lit in Mr. Hodgson's room, which was a bit gloomy, and I didn't feel very comfortable.

John's flower still didn't come in handy, so I stuck it in the mail box. "

Allen then rolled back.

Cloudy Thursday, January 2013, 1

"School was not in place today because the Hodgsons are missing. We were the last to see them. God forbid they are all right.

The sheriff in the town called us in for questioning one by one. I thought that Mr. Hodgson was in a bad state yesterday, and I was very worried about their family.

In the afternoon, John also disappeared.His parents have been looking for him.A few others are said to be missing.God, what happened?

I heard the sheriff wants to apply for police support, we only have two police officers in our town. "

Cloudy Friday, January 2013, 1

“It’s still cloudy today, which makes people feel bad.

But the good news is that the missing people in the town are back, but I always feel that Hodgson and John are not quite right today.They feel weird, but whatever, everyone is safe.

This weather is really unpleasant. "

This is the last diary entry. Allen closed the book, feeling heavy in his heart.

Sergeant Smith wiped his face and laughed dryly: "What does this mean, this small town... can't be."

Neither Allen nor Randolph spoke, just looked at him quietly.

"I see..." He clenched his fists, "What the fuck is this!"

"Judging from the diary, the Hodgson family is the source of the anomaly." Allen tried to analyze, "But why is it him? I have always believed that everything has a cause and an effect, and I don't believe in coincidence."

"Astronomical telescope." Randolph muttered to himself. He raised his head secretly and glanced up. "Before the abnormality appeared, they were watching the earth."

"what?"

"Nothing." Randolph said to Allen, rubbing his fingers over the notebook, "Have you ever wondered, why a hotel? My inspiration also tells me that I should go to a hotel, but why? The place where the pollution really starts is Hodgson's home. The family wasn't even missing on the first day. What's so special about the hotel?"

Allen couldn't answer.

"Is it possible that your 'inspiration' was wrong." Sergeant Smith said, "It's like an illusion."

"Impossible." Randolph denied, and he smiled, "Inspiration is a trap set by those indescribable things for human beings. Would you make a fake trap and let the prey go to your mouth?"

Randolph fidgeted about the room, lighting a cigarette impatiently.

"Do you know what the last rule means?" Allen said.

"what?"

"The last of the three rules, don't look into the black cat's eyes. The rules are all meaningful." Allen took out a piece of paper and wrote down their known clues on the paper, "The first one is to avoid To open their sacrifice, uh, is to kneel down. The second one is because there are monsters wandering around in the corridor. Then what is the third one for?"

Randolph turned to them suddenly, "Have any of you ever seen a black cat in town?"

"Since we came in, we haven't even seen a few normal creatures." Sergeant Smith smiled wryly.

Allen also shook his head.

"I've seen it," said Randolph, his eyes bright with excitement.Randolph looked at the paper with the clues written on it.

"Actually, I entered the town one night and one day earlier than you. I sneaked in one night earlier. That night, I saw the black cat." He sighed angrily, "Mistake, there is something wrong with that cat."

Allen and the two policemen looked confused.

"It's not my style to break into it without looking for information. But I suggest you don't imitate me, after all, I can get out alive."

Randolph said, "That night, I also saw the scene where they all gathered on the street. After ten o'clock, the residents took off their human skin. They worshiped a god statue, with a strange and mysterious image. I thought I kept watching for a while, only to turn around and see a black cat looking at me from the window of the house behind me."

"Are you alright......?"

"It's not a living thing." Randolph replied, his face was not very good-looking, "I saw it at the time, and I went to observe it specially. It was a specimen. But the moment I walked out of that town, I forgot the black pussy until you bring it up."

"Thinking about it now, it didn't feel right that I just glanced at the specimen and left. The black cat was interfering with my thinking."

"Speaking of which, there is one more thing. Be mentally prepared." Randolph took a deep breath of the smoke that passed through his lungs. "I remembered, this is the window where I saw the black cat."

As soon as he finished speaking, Allen felt the hair on his back explode in an instant, as if a line of sight stuck to his back, following him like a shadow.

......

Outside Xiling Town,

The army with live ammunition has surrounded the place, but the people outside are still helpless.

The faces of the elites in black uniforms were extremely ugly: "They have no news yet."

"I think we can consider sending troops in there in large numbers, nothing can stand a bullet."

"I think it's doable. This has to be done."

"Sir! Sir!" An old man came running out of breath, and the FBI recognized that he was an expert from a nearby research institute to study the causes of white mist.

"An idea?"

The expert took out a tissue and wiped the sweat off his nose, "No, I mean, the scope of the fog is constantly expanding."