Curse of the Eye of the Dead

This is obviously a very short ordinary alley where you can see passers-by at the end of the alley at a glance.

According to visual estimation, it is about fifty meters at most.

The concrete road has no corners, is straight, and there are no obstacles in the middle. There are dim small street lights.

The walls on both sides are a bit old-fashioned, and there are missing person notices and small advertisements on them—but Hiramatsu Kazuhiro, who is conscientious and an avid reader, is still thinking hard about how to update his precious teacher, so he didn’t overdo it. Follow the content above.

He was lost in thought, and of course he didn't notice the abnormality in the first place.

Yes, [Exception].

An alley of about 50 meters... Calculated according to normal walking speed, it only takes half a minute at most to pass.

If it is an adult male like Hiramatsu and Hiroshi who is 1.8 meters in length and has a vigorous pace, it usually only takes 20 to 25 seconds.

However, he has gone far more than this time.

No matter how natural and distracted a person is, he should realize something is wrong in this long period of time.

"strangeness……"

Ping Song and Hong stopped slowly, and he couldn't help pulling his tie while holding the briefcase, and opened his eyes blankly.He whispered to himself:

"How long have I been walking? Is this alley that long?"

He took out his phone to check the time, it was nine fifteen.

Not knowing what to think, Pinsong and Hong shivered, he swallowed his saliva, and took another step.

As the time displayed on the phone passed by, his face gradually paled.

3 minutes, 4 minutes, 5 minutes...

No matter how you go, you can't reach the end.

He did feel that he was moving forward, but he just couldn't reach the exit of the alley that was so close at hand.

As he walked, Editor Pinsong finally couldn't help but ran.

But the pure literature worker who lacked exercise for a long time soon became out of breath, his face flushed, his expression became more and more tense and ugly, and he even showed a crying expression.

People related to the creation industry generally have a particularly rich imagination.

Kazuhiro Hiramatsu, who is only in his early 20s, is an editor in charge of Kakuo-sensei and a loyal reader, is obviously a good example.

The most admirable aspect of Mr. Kakuo's first novel "Traveler's 21 Years of Experience Notes" is its authenticity.

The details are too well grasped, some terms with a sense of the times and descriptions of certain things are even more accurate than history books, as if they are real [knowledge].

But it is also because it is too real, so Hiramatsu and Hiroshi, who have read each chapter at least five or six times and usually like ghost stories, were naturally scared and cried by their own imagination after being involved in an abnormal event. .

"This situation, this always appears in ghost stories... the iconic alley!"

The young man, who was out of breath, fell down with a plop. He cried and got up, hugged his head and knelt down, murmured in fear, then turned his head carefully, his face suddenly collapsed.

Behind, is a bottomless alley.

It's not the kind that can see the end at a glance, but the farthest point of view is still the endless road of the alley.

Editor Pinsong's heartbeat almost stopped, and he almost fainted.

He does enjoy the whimsical stories, but that's just about the stories.

... Who would want to really go to hell!

"I'm going to die, I'm definitely going to die, is this the end of reading supernatural novels all day long? It's true, but it's only early nine o'clock, please wait until the early morning before going out at night... …Nowadays, humans in this era don’t go to bed so early, and there are a lot of overtime dogs who don’t get off work until nine or ten o’clock in the evening. I didn’t mean to disturb you for a walk…”

"I'm an idiot, a fool. The walls on both sides of the alley look so old that I should know there is something wrong. I didn't realize it. I've lived here for more than 20 years and I know the terrain well... This road used to be It doesn’t exist at all, it’s not some kind of terrain rectification, why did I just step in with my head, isn’t this the legendary space of another dimension?”

"I'm sorry, Mom, I shouldn't have disobeyed you and walked a strange path at night."

Editor Pinsong, who was not too small, held his head and thought about it. He sniffled, stood up tremblingly, and managed to muster up the courage to look around, trying to find the exit.

Then he finally noticed the small advertisements and missing person notices on the wall.

...This is the fucking sex advertisement and missing person notice in the red light district decades ago.

Editor Pinsong stared at the date above, and his whole body froze as if petrified.

Ignoring the advertisements in the red-light district, Hiramatsu and Hiro found that the contents of the countless missing person notices on the wall were different.

There are pictures of different children printed on it.

The paper has turned yellow, and the names written on it and the children's outfits in the photos are becoming more and more contemporary.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Hiramatsu and Hiro finally knelt down.

Now, the time displayed on the phone is already 11:30 in the evening.

Frightened and frightened, Hiramatsu and Hong, who persisted for more than two hours, could no longer walk even a single step.

With his back against the wall, his expression and posture were like those of a desperate dead fish.

"Mom, Dad, and my cutest sister in the world, I'm sorry, your hard-working son and gentle brother probably won't be able to go back... I really tried hard, but I couldn't find the exit at all, and I couldn't make phone calls. Go out, fortunately there are still photos to see..."

"Ah, that's right!"

The lifeless Mr. Dead Fish suddenly straightened up, straightened the silver-rimmed glasses that were crooked on the bridge of his nose, and then gripped the phone tightly.

"My cell phone still has power, and although I can't make calls, it's still too late to start writing a suicide note! Yes, I have to write it quickly. At least I have to tell my family and Teacher Jiaowei about it, and then set a time for the text message, and set a time for ten. , I don’t know when it will be sent out smoothly! Even if I didn’t send it out in the end... Maybe my dead body and mobile phone can return to reality!”

"Woo, I really hope my family members are not too sad... and the teacher can get some inspiration from my experience, and then quickly think about the outline of the next volume."

"This is my last wish... Please don't change jobs, teacher! It's not easy for us to welcome a good seed in the literary world. Please, please return to the original update frequency... No, as long as one-third of the The frequency is enough, after all, it is very hard for the teacher to take care of three children..."

The previous level of update was too exaggerated.

You must know that Teacher Kakuo always writes manuscripts by hand, at that speed, Hiramatsu and Hiro almost thought that the other party didn't need to sleep.

Chatterbox editors are not only good at chatting online, they are also good at talking to themselves.

He bowed his head and frantically recorded the content of the suicide note with his amazing hand speed, some for his parents and younger sister, and some for Mr. Kakuo.

While hitting, Pinsong and Hong suddenly felt some liquid dripping onto his head.

He subconsciously looked up.

Above the head.

The twisted monster protruding from the wall is aiming its "face" at the man below.

It is not very neat to say that it is aligned with the face, after all, the mud-like monster has faces all over its body.

Hiramatsu and Hong's eyes widened in an instant, he held his breath, his whole body was stiff, and the mobile phone he held in his hand fell down with a "slap".

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At 11:30 in the evening, Oda Sakunosuke, who had to work overtime for a while because the colleague who took over the shift had something to do at home, had just finished part-time work for the day.

He was riding his bicycle and was about to go home for a rest, when he saw a motionless young office worker with his back against the wall on a small road with no one there.

The good old man Oda Sakunosuke pressed the brake without hesitation and parked the bicycle along the street.He trotted over immediately, and squatted down to check the situation of the office worker.

"Sir? Sir! Are you all right?"

Oda Sakunosuke, who had been in the other world, also knew some medical knowledge. He immediately went to confirm the other party's consciousness, and then checked the other party's condition.

The dazed Hiramatsu and Hiro felt that their heads were in a mess.

The pair of literary silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose fell to nowhere, so that he was so confused that he tried to open his eyelids a little, but he couldn't see clearly what was in front of him.

But he heard a voice, and there was a red ghost in front of his eyes.

There seemed to be a burgundy-haired boy squatting beside him, calling him nervously.

"Are you drunk? No, it doesn't smell like alcohol... Illness? Sir, do you have any medicine on you?"

The burgundy-haired boy quickly rummaged through his pockets and briefcase. He didn't find any medicine, and he quickly ruled out his old illness, but he found a business card.

[Kazuhiro Hiramatsu, edited by Akizukisha. ]

Ah, Qiuyue Society is the well-known monthly magazine of "Evening Tide" and "Huidan"...

Oda Sakunosuke was stunned for a while, and it took him a while to recover. He gathered his attention back and set his sights on Hiramatsu and Hiroshi again.

"There is no trauma on the body, acute illness? Sure enough, I still call 119 to find an ambulance... Ah, sir, are you awake?"

After finally opening his eyes, Hiramatsu and Hiro let out a "hissy" breath. He slowly propped up his body and sat up, with a somewhat empty expression.

……what happened?

Am I on my way home?where are you now?

With a severe headache, Hiramatsu and Hiro stood up barely with the support of the burgundy-haired boy. He always felt that his whole body was in pain as if he had run a marathon.

Oda Sakunosuke helped to bring back the glasses and mobile phone that fell into the distance and handed them back to the other party.

Editor Ping Song thanked him, and just turned on the phone screen, his expression was extremely shocked.

"...It's 11:30 now!?"

He was full of blood.

"What happened? Why have I been in a coma for more than two hours?"

Oda Sakunosuke shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

The confused editor Pinsong rubbed his head, he couldn't remember what happened in the past two hours, he picked up his dropped briefcase.

After thanking the kind-hearted burgundy-haired boy with a bow, and earnestly telling him to go home early as an adult, Editor Ping Song reluctantly embarked on the familiar road home again.

Hiramatsu and Hiroshi who put the mobile phone in his pocket casually did not notice the suicide notes published regularly in his mobile phone.

Oda Sakunosuke didn't move immediately, he stood in place, looked at the back of the other party, and couldn't help frowning.

Delusion?

The burgundy-haired boy looked confused: behind that gentleman just now... there seems to be some black mist flashing past.