Weird Resurrection: I can contact the past

"What...what happened..."

As if he realized something, Zuo Yang quickly searched for something in the house.

Soon, he found an old almanac.

The year on the calendar was unknown, but the time on the calendar showed August 3!

"That is to say...when I was flipping through the diary, did the events here correspond to one month after the diary was written?"

"One month later, everything in this family disappeared..."

"That is to say..."

I already knew something in my heart.

But Zuo Yang still didn't want to believe it.

He opened the bedroom door of the pink house, stood at the door of the bathroom, and opened the fourth page of the diary.

[July 4th, cloudy]

[Mom and Dad said that I would become a person who contributes to society in the future. They are all teachers, and I will also be a teacher in the future...]

"Swish~"

While flipping through the diary, the big bed in the bedroom disappeared.

At the same time...

Zuo Yang could see that in the empty living room, there were two more marks of human figures lying down for a long time.

In the bathroom, the drain of the sink was clogged with long white hair.

[Sunny on July 5]

[I am so happy today. My parents took me to watch cartoons again. I really like cartoon characters... especially the nesting dolls...]

"Swish~"

The bedroom was empty when I flipped through the diary again.

On the floor of the living room, I don't know when there were scratches of nails.

"Nannan~"

The scratches were dense, with only these two words repeated.

Even in the trash can in the bathroom, there were a few more [mental diagnosis books].

"This... this..."

Zuo Yang's big hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

He had confirmed something.

Trembling, he flipped through the diary uneasily.

[July 6...]

[July 7...]

[July 8...]

The medals and certificates in the living room and the sink and toilet in the bathroom all disappeared due to the passage of time.

On the floor of the living room, the traces of the two human figures lying down became clearer and clearer.

But...

Only in the pink bedroom, nothing changed!!!

"Pah~"

The diary fell to the ground.

Zuo Yang's face was dark and his lips trembled.

The diary had slid to [July 14].

[Rain on July 14]

[Why is it raining today? It's so annoying. My parents told me to wait for them to pick me up, but I saw an uncle handing out candy...]

As the page changed.

In the living room, there was a thick stack of big-character posters.

Zuo Yang looked over with blurred vision. On the big-character poster, there was a photo of 'Nannan'.

[I beg all kind-hearted people to help. My beloved daughter has been missing and kidnapped. Anyone who provides clues will be rewarded! ]

"Kacha~"

Behind him, the mirror in the bathroom suddenly shattered.

Behind the mirror, blood flowed out.

On the broken mirror, written in dark brown dried blood: [Nannan... Mom misses you so much...]

On the ground, there were messy white hairs.

Zuo Yang felt as if his heart was being gripped by a pair of iron pliers, and his teeth were clenched.

"No wonder..."

"No wonder..."

"No wonder the 'paper bride' didn't want to get married, no wonder Old Lady Song..."

Picked up the diary, Zuo Yang tried to turn the next page.

However, the cute crooked little words had disappeared.

In exchange, there was a line of shocking blood words.

[Nannan! Nannan! Let Mom see you again! Mom can't dream of you anymore! ]

"..."

Silence.

Endless silence.

At this moment, Zuo Yang understood what "blessings and disasters are interdependent" meant.

This is the blessed land of 'Nannan'. When she disappeared, it was the beginning of disaster.

Songjia Village was a disaster for ‘Nannan’, but her going there was the beginning of blessing for Songjia Village.

“Damn human traffickers!”

After spitting, Zuo Yang looked at the diary in his hand, his eyes flickering.

He probably knew how to resolve this period of depression.

If flipping through the diary can reveal the time of depression, then what about taking the diary back to the small mud house?

Try to flip through it...

What will you see?

Will you know the truth about ‘nesting dolls’?

Will you see where [Old Lady Song] went?

“Use childlike innocence to resolve depression?”

Holding the diary, Zuo Yang walked quickly towards the pink bedroom.

Coming to the window with the word “Fu” on it, Zuo Yang was about to reach out and peel off the word “Fu”.

The next moment!

The chilling feeling that had touched the diary before came again.

"Swiss, swish~"

In the bathroom, long white hair flows out from the drainCrawled out.

In the living room, the two long-remaining black shadows were standing up and blending from the ground as if crossing the dimensional space.

In an instant!

A twisted black shadow with two heads, two bodies, and eight limbs appeared in the living room.

White hair swept in from the bathroom, wrapped around the black shadow's two heads, twisted into a two-headed crawling monster with white hair.

"Thump, thump, thump~"

With four hands and four feet stepping on the ground, it can actually run around the house like a spider.

"Give it back..."

"Give it back to me..."

"That's Nannan's... That's the only thing about Nannan..."

The two black shadow heads looked at Zuo Yang, making a strange sound mixed with men and women.

"Not good!"

"Is this also depression?"

Zuo Yang reached out and touched the word "Fu".

"Thump, thump, thump~"

The black shadow crawled over swiftly, crawling in the air above the bedroom. With a "puff", the white hair on its head sprayed out like a cocoon.

"Boy!"

"Back off!"

The 'ghost face sore' on his neck emerged on its own, and he shouted.

Out of instinct, Zuo Yang quickly backed off.

"Boom~"

The next moment!

The white hair smashed towards the window, and actually smashed two shallow pits on the wall of the window!

"Give it back to me...Give it back to me!"

"I don't want anyone to take Nannan away anymore!!!"

"Give it back to me!"

The attack failed, and the house echoed with the terrifying scream of a woman.

On the black shadow spider, a head wrapped in white hair revealed a sad face outline.

"Buzz~"

The air began to tremble because of her scream.

"Hiss~"

Zuo Yang's eardrums felt a sharp pain, and he couldn't help but let go of the diary and covered his ears with both hands.

When he touched it, he was horrified to find that blood had flowed out of his ear holes.

"What a horrible howl..."

Holding his ears tightly, Zuo Yang retreated to a corner of the bedroom, alert to the screams of the woman's head.

Fortunately, after putting down the diary, the woman's head shot out a ball of white hair, wrapped it, and took it back to her side.

Her arms couldn't move because she was supporting her body.

After the white-haired woman put the diary under her body, she tore her head and touched the diary with her face wrapped in white hair.

"Nannan... Nannan..."

As if, by doing this, he could get close to the owner of the diary.

This scene, in Zuo Yang's view, was both weird and distressing.

He stood in the corner of the room, just quietly watching this pathetic weirdness.

With his lips pursed, he couldn't take the diary away.

He couldn't bear it, and he couldn't do it...