Survival Paradox [Infinite]

Wei Yuan sneaked out of the storage bag with the bag of potato chips.

As soon as I walked to the lobby, I saw a crooked little black figure walking out of the elevator, like Zhang Tingyun's daughter Wenwen.

Wenwen is only four years old this year, and she can't speak clearly. Zhang Tingyun doesn't know what she is doing, and she let the child run out by herself.

"Wenwen..." Wei Yuan approached and called softly, "Wenwen."

The wobbly figure of the little girl paused for a moment, as if she had turned to face him, and made a very weak voice: "Uncle, uncle..."

Wei Yuan felt his eyes go dizzy, and vaguely saw three holes on the little girl's face.

Both eyes and mouth are empty.

He blinked, and the illusion dissipated, and the girl was still a small black shadow.

He was getting closer and closer to the girl, but his heart beat faster and faster uncontrollably.

The illusion of that moment just now seemed to remain on his retina, he shook his head, trying to drive that image away.

At this time, he smelled a burning smell.

He stopped, squinted his eyes and observed the situation carefully again—the light was weak, and the little girl was standing in front of him waiting for him. Seeing him not moving for a long time, she called out again: "Uncle..."

The voice was very strange, low and thin, not the same as her usual voice, as if her throat had leaked.

He moved again, and the girl also wobbled towards him.

When the distance between the two was less than ten meters, he finally realized that something was wrong——

The elevator room is located between the lobby and the reading room. The lighting environment at night is that the lobby and the reading room have light, the lobby is stronger, and the elevator room does not.So in theory, the girl is now facing the hall and receiving light from the front, so it is impossible for her to be such a black silhouette.

Wei Yuan remembered that she was wearing a bright yellow skirt, but now she has nothing on her body, like a pure black paper-cut.

They were so close now that he finally saw the three black holes in the girl's face clearly again.

"Fuck." He turned and ran.

"Uncle!" The girl started chasing him, and fell to the ground within two steps.

Wei Yuan ran to the other side of the hall in a hurry, looked back, but didn't see the pursuers, then looked around, and saw the little black figure at the junction of the elevator room and the hall.

He thought of the girl Yuxue cutely calling him "Uncle"—when she found her mother Zhang Tingyun and her, she was too scared to speak.Later, probably Zhang Tingyun was willing to believe that he was a good man and a strong man, so she asked Wenwen to call him uncle out of a little flattery.

She looked like she was scared to death the last second, but she was really an obedient child. When her mother pushed her away, even though she was still scared, the little girl called out "uncle" crisply.

It's not that no one has ever called him uncle, and he was so angry when he was called when he crossed the road for the first time. Hungry, the little girl opened her flabbergasted face with big eyes that were about to cry, and timidly called him "uncle", which made his nose sore, and made him burst out with the dignity of a grown man. rise.

He stood there observing for a while, and finally bravely walked back to the motionless black shadow.

It was really a "black" shadow, no matter which direction the light came from, it couldn't illuminate her, because black would absorb all light sources and could never be illuminated.

The four-year-old boy who called him uncle was already a small corpse with scorched outside and inside.

Her little life was thoroughly burned.

He rushed back to the cleaning room where they were hiding.

In the afternoon, Wei Chi explained to him exactly what the "old curator" was coming, and said that he didn't know what to do.Wei Yuan reasoned a bit on his own, and felt that since the old curator wanted to come back to visit his beloved library, he would probably take a good look at the spacious reading room and the vast number of books in it, instead of checking whether the floor tiles in the toilet had been wiped clean. , and finally hid in the cleaning room.

He pushed open the door of the cleaning room, facing a twisted charred corpse.

is female.Zhang Tingyun's.

Later, he found Zhang Chenggong behind the mop in the corner. The guy was curled up in a twisted posture that was no less weird than that in the cabinet, and he was stuffed upside down in the sink for washing the mop. □□The middle is exposed, and the hands are entangled together in a posture that ordinary people can't do at all. The limbs and head are dismantled and inserted into the body randomly. It was unclear for a while whether the man was dead or not.

It wasn't until the thing let out a short gasp that he hurriedly got the person out.

Wei Yuan asked him, "What's going on?"

Zhang Chenggong didn't move, and he was still unconscious when he was just rescued from the cabinet. When Wei Yuan saw his anger, he didn't fight, shoved him, and whispered in his ear: "Zhang Chenggong! What the hell is going on?" What's going on? Did you encounter a ghost?"

Zhang Chenggong slowly turned his head to look at him, his eyes turned from numbness of fear to madness, with a little highlight, and nodded violently.

"What does it look like?" Wei Yuan asked, "Is it the one you saw yesterday? The black thing?"

"No, no!" Zhang Chenggong said in panic, already collapsed, "It's, it's...the blue one."

Wei Yuan didn't expect it: "Blue?"

Zhang Chenggong continued: "He came in... didn't open the door, just came in... emerged from the ground... Zhang, Zhang Tingyun protected Wenwen... opened the door... she, she died... Wen, Wenwen ran out ...then the lights suddenly went out...and the ghost disappeared."

Wei Yuan: "What are you doing?"

Zhang Chenggong: "Huh?"

Wei Yuan: "What were you doing at that time?!"

Zhang Chenggong: "I was too scared at the time... I just wanted to find a seam..."

Wei Yuan: "You are a man!"

"A man?" Zhang Chenggong's eyes widened nervously, as if he was about to break out of the frame, and his whole expression was tense, much like Munch's "The Scream". "At that time, what was the use of a man? If you were here , isn’t it the same as dying so that there is no dregs left? You are just lucky! Why are you so big here!”

"Fuck." Wei Yuan cursed, thought for a while, and cursed again.

He knew that Zhang Chenggong was right.

With a suffocating breath in his heart, he violently tore open the bag of potato chips he brought back and began to eat.Zhang Chenggong came up from the side and said, "Give me something."

He ignored it and stuffed it into his mouth.

Zhang Chenggong leaned over to grab it: "Give me something!"

Wei Yuan fought with him. Zhang Chenggong looked like he was in his early thirties. Although he was not as tall as Wei Yuan, he was more capable. Wei Yuan didn't get anything good in the fight. It exploded, and the potato chips were scattered all over the place.

Wei Yuan choked his voice and scolded: "You were so fucking cowardly just now, do you have the strength to beat someone?"

Zhang Chenggong turned a deaf ear, lying on the ground to pick up potato chips to eat, saying "I have to live" while eating.

Weiyuan now has a lump of air in his chest and abdomen, like a choke in his throat, he can't even feel hungry, he just feels sick.He watched the man he had met by chance crawling on the ground like a dog, and he clearly realized that he was no different from him.

He knelt down/hugged himself, crying loudly while suppressing his voice.

……

The old curator appeared suddenly.

This afternoon, Wei Chi focused on planning the escape route against the floor plan of the library.He thought about how this "old curator" would appear, either coming in through the gate and going up one floor at a time, or falling from the sky and going down from the sixth-floor collection hall.They were on the fourth floor and would never be the first point of contact.When the time comes, observe the ghost's travel route clearly, and it is not impossible to bypass it.

But he was wrong, ghosts should not be speculated by human logic.

"He" came straight out of the ground.

"He" is a complete entity, probably no different from what the old curator looked like before his death. He was wearing a long coat of intellectuals in the 30s, surrounded by a circle of blue light within about five meters of his body, pushing the rusty The cart has a disc with the English letter "E" on it.

In order to prevent the entire army from being annihilated, the four of them were scattered and hid in the reading room according to Wei Chi's design. Wei Chi was located at the 8 o'clock direction of the main entrance, sandwiched between the main entrance and the back entrance, so that it was convenient to observe the situation of the two doors and give instructions.Tang Muhua is located in the direction of 5:[-] of the main entrance, which is convenient for observing the corridor outside the main entrance. It is not directly facing the door, and it is easy to escape. It is sandwiched between Wei Chi and Fang Qingdi, and both sides can give support if anything happens.Fang Qingdi is at the five o'clock direction of the gate, a little far away, so that it is convenient to observe the window.From a farther corner, Ji Jingzhe could observe two large corridors along the side.The physical conditions of several people are different, and the time from the distance to the gate is basically the same, and they can run out together with one order.

As a result, the old curator popped out directly from under his feet.

The location is probably the service desk facing the main entrance, less than ten meters away from Tang Muhua in a straight line.

"He" pushed the cart to the middle of the bookshelf, walked to the edge of the bookshelf, touched the white cloth strips under the books, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

Wei Chi narrowed his eyes, and cautiously moved a little closer, trying to see more clearly, but his hands slipped and he almost fell, a chill suddenly rose in his heart.

He touched half of the hideous ribs.

He realized that those who died yesterday had returned.

Resisting the urge to vomit and dodge, he slowly moved back a little, not daring to make a sound, and ended up hitting his ass again until his leg was half amputated, with a section of intestine coiled beside him.

Suddenly there was a scream, high-pitched, sharp, and extremely shrill.

It was a woman's voice, it was Tang Muhua.

Wei Chi immediately ignored the tragic stumps around him, and looked at the gaps in the bookshelves, but saw that the "old curator" didn't do anything at all, just strolling through the books, "he" walked slowly , getting closer and closer to Tang Muhua, until she was wrapped in the blue circle of light around him, Tang Muhua spontaneously ignited.

If a person is burned alive, the death process will last for more than 10 minutes.Tang Muhua rolled crazily on the ground, the screams filled the entire reading room, and lasted for a long time, causing Wei Chi's temples to jump violently. He bit his wrist, but tasted the blood that had just been stained, and immediately felt disgusted. Relieved.

But the "old curator" seemed to have never heard of it, and still walked forward on his own.

That direction is getting closer and closer to Fang Qingdi.

Wei Chi suddenly felt his lower back being touched.

He was hairy all over, telling himself it was an illusion.

After a while, his head was hit directly - "boom", like being hit by a basketball, but the thing that hit him was harder and heavier than a basketball, and he was stunned for a moment .

That thing rolled around on the ground a few times, black and red.

Wei Chi shook his head to look at the thing again, and found that it was a human head.

He glanced back and saw a severed hand that had just touched his lower back.

He went to look at the back door again, and watched various human body parts appear one after another.

He figured it out, it was the handwriting of those security guards yesterday.

The night will restore the moment when those people died yesterday. They died when they were dismembered in the air, so at this time, they appeared from midair like celestial maidens scattered flowers.

Wei Chi thought for a while, grabbed a human head, and threw it towards the back of the "old curator".

Even if it is to repay the kindness of that green fire.