The wind blows on your face, and the heat that comes out quickly becomes cold.The mask is wet and covered with a layer of ice.

The vehicle passed by, and the lights illuminated the snow.The warm street light is dim.The mist on the street tree was dyed orange.

My feet were on a layer of snow, walking around and entering a coffee shop.

The heat came, and my frozen body slowly relaxed.

The manager greeted him at the back of the bar.

That word did not enter my consciousness.

I heard strange bells, like a crisp ringing of an ice cube collision.

I looked back and saw the tree at the door of the store.

There was a mist just falling from the tree, with a branch broken in two, and smashed it on the ground.

The cold wind blew, the snowflakes flew, and the fragments on the ground also flew up and beat on the glass window.

I took my eyes back, and was about to walk to the bar, and heard a strange noise.

The sound of a broken voice seemed to be the voice of a man.

I turned my head and saw the chair at the door.There was a man sitting there, his eyes staring straight at the laptop screen in front of him, without moving.He had no companion, and no seeming habit of talking to himself.

I took my sight back.

At that moment, my body stiffened again.

It was as if I had seen the man become a woman.The face was not visible, and the blue dress was worn.

I moved my eyes a little and looked at the man.

He was a man in a beige sweater.

I did not relax.

The manager said, “Hello, do you want a drink?”

I wanted to nod my head, but my feet seemed to be nailed, unable to step, and the movement of the nod was also unable to do because of the stiff neck.

Behind the store manager, a variety of pictures and photos are attached to the small artboard.

I saw a door on it with a sign “6013” on it.

That is, the dormitory room number of my college dormitory.

That’s the past I can’t forget.

I took a step backwards.

I didn’t see any photos like this when I came here the other day.

Just as I stared at the picture, the door in the picture opened a gap.

I couldn’t stop, I let out a scream, turned around and ran outside.

The snow almost wrested me.

I barely held my body, did not dare to turn back, and continued to run.

The cold wind blew in my face, which made me feel very painful.But none of that could hide my heart beating.

I ran breathless, and the cold air in my lungs hurt like a needle.

I finally saw the building where the company was.

I rushed over and pressed the password on the electronic lock.

Drop, the door lock opens.

I pushed the door, looked up, and saw the glass on the door.

It shows my face on it.

His face looked like a college student.

I loosened my hand, the door was closed again, the electronic lock made a prompt sound, and re-locked it.

Me and the reflection looked at each other, and saw something close behind the reflection.

In the winter, there was snow on the road, but I heard footsteps from behind me.It’s like leather shoes falling on the marble floor, like... the footsteps I hear every night in college.

I did not dare to turn back, did not have the strength to run, and saw the figure become clear on the glass.

It was a woman, a woman in blue.

She had a face I had never seen before, but I knew at once who she was.

She shouldn’t be here!

She should be dead!It should be destroyed!

All those things... those nightmares should be over!

No . . .

I looked at the woman and thought about what had happened recently.

Rumors on the Internet, songs that everyone can hear, and the video that claims to be a superpower...

There is no end.

They came back.

They may never disappear.

I trembled, not because of the cold, but because of fear.

“The cherry!”

A call to return to God.

The reflections on the glass were all gone.

My colleague approached me and asked, “What’s wrong with you?”What are you staying?”

I stiffened again.

On her shoulder was a hand with sharp nails, which was not a human hand, and the skin of that hand was green.

I followed the hand and saw the master of the hand.

The green, monster body, that body, grew a human head.

“Chrysanthemum.Chai Ying, Chai Sakura...” The man’s head made a sound and smiled at me.

“Wu Mingle...” I remembered her name.

She was a classmate of my college years and never contacted me after graduation.I heard her name again because of a phone call from home.She is dead.Killed by a monster.

That kind of monster, I heard their footsteps at the graduation ceremony.

I felt something more on my shoulder.

The sharp nails were on my shoulder blade.

I looked down and saw the claws sticking out from behind.

I heard my own screams, but I didn’t feel the sound of my own throat.

I threw off my shoulders and ran.

My ankle suddenly tightened and the whole man fell to the ground.

Looking back, I saw the green claws sticking out of the snow and clasp my ankles.

I screamed and kicked my legs.

The trousers were scratched and the shoes were snapped.I also have a burning pain in my skin.

I was finally free, and I wanted to run away, so I heard the dense footsteps.

The sound is the footsteps of monsters.

Footprints of blue monsters appeared in the snow.

They surrounded me and kept getting closer.

“No, no...” I cried, tears popping into my eyes, and it seemed to be on my face.

My heart suddenly stopped.

The world seems to be quiet.

The footsteps of the monster were gone.

In this silence, I heard breathing.

A little snoring, some distance from me.

In the darkness, there is light coming in.

My heart was pounding and my heart was pounding.

I felt fear, but I didn’t know what I was afraid of.

Until I heard footsteps.

Far away, the sound of footsteps came, wearing the feet of leather shoes, and walked through the long corridor.

The footsteps drew closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of my head.

What I wanted to catch, I caught the soft quilt.

I pulled the quilt and tried to hide myself.

The other end of the quilt seemed to be caught.

My heart seemed paralyzed.

I told myself not to look, but I slowly straightened up and looked at the foot of the bed.

A woman is standing there.

The light of the corridor shone through the breathable window and shone on the woman’s face.

It was a blue-skinned monster face.

The sound of confusion broke the silence.

I was too late to return to God, and the crowd running in front of me, the cry for help, could not get me to pay attention.

I looked at the woman lying on the ground.

She opened her eyes wide and her face was still full of fear.

In her eyes, the black pupil, engraved the last scene she had seen.

I looked up and looked at the white streets.

The sight turned and fell on the door of the cafe not far away.

A man carrying a computer bag came out of the coffee shop.He looked around like he was looking at it.

I saw a black stench in him.