Chapter 1: The Moving Blood Characters

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  I struggled to open the door of the house.

  As I walked out the door, I tripped and almost instinctively turned around to go back. But after shaking my body a bit, I stood up again and continued on with exaggerated big strides.

  All around was pitch black, but every time I walked a section of road, it watched me from the darkness...

  The memories below began to become blurred, regardless of the beginning and end of time, place, and events.

  I remember meeting a person, whose specific appearance was withered like a plant, and his whole body emitted a fresh oxygen. Yes, it was oxygen.

  I got into an argument with him, he said I wasn't in control.

  In the midst of the dispute, I had a restless irritability surging in my chest, and then he seemed to have picked up something, and I also instinctively made the same movement...

  The only memory that has been simplified into a sentence is replayed repeatedly in my heart:

  I physically assaulted an innocent person.

  I physically assaulted an innocent person.

  April 13th 6:30

  I fell asleep again on the table, and I felt that the dream was faintly visible, clear and tangible, but still brief and fleeting.

  They're here again.

  I struggled and resisted, trying to reason with them, but they were adamant that it should be done that way.

  They didn't listen to me, and in the end, a tragedy occurred...

  It's not my fault, I reminded them.

  My head is starting to hurt again...

  It's urging me to finish as soon as possible...

  The situation is getting more and more out of control, everything has exceeded my grasp.

  It's been seven years.

  I can hardly imagine it's been seven years already, and I've been living such a life for seven years.

  I laughed.

  Seven years means the end...

  I still made plans and shut down the computer.

  Wherever he goes, death will follow him.

  That day, I finally found him.

  Foshan Chancheng Baiyan Street is a very famous antique street, with hundreds of large and small antique shops opening on this street.

  It was already 11 o'clock at night, and most of the antique shops had closed. Only a small antique shop in the most remote corner of Antique Street was still lit up. There weren't many precious antiques inside this small shop.

  And most of what's on display are ancient coins and even more so modern handicrafts.

  My name is Chen Yuesong, I am the boss of this antique shop.

  I am a local of Foshan City, two years ago I graduated from university and borrowed some money from my family to open this antique shop. However, the business is not very good because there are no particularly attractive antiques in the shop. Recently, I have been thinking about closing down the shop or transferring it to someone else.

  At that moment, I was sitting in a rattan chair holding an antique appraisal book, but my mind suddenly recalled the scene when I got up early this morning. To my horror, I found a row of eerie and terrifying blood characters on the wall beside my bed. The bright red blood characters seemed to have been written by someone just now. The wall was still dripping with blood, and the bloodstains extended all the way down to the floor. I could even feel the temperature of the blood. Everything felt so real that it scared me out of my wits.

  Of course, this is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is the content of the blood letter, which requires me to kill someone tonight, no matter who I kill, but I must kill someone. If I don't kill myself, I will die. Originally, I didn't believe it, but the blood flowed and splashed in my bedroom, everything happened right before my eyes.

  But I have no choice but to believe it, after all, I'm still a university student who has just graduated, and I don't want to die so early.

  At this moment, I threw down the book and felt extremely frightened. I kept telling myself that the bloody words were someone else's prank, but in my mind, the words on the wall kept swirling around. The entire bedroom was splattered with fresh blood, extremely terrifying. Tonight, is it not someone else who will die, or am I the one who will die? Is this really true?

  "Maybe it's just an illusion, but illusions always feel so real."

  This is what I told myself, since getting up in the morning, I have been in a daze, even when customers came to the store, they were driven away with shouts. The situation of blood flowing is not something that humans can play tricks on, I don't believe in ghost stories, but now, I do.

  I think it's the work of ghosts and gods.

  A person can't even get blood moving, and yet they've trampled the entire bedroom.

  I really didn't want to believe all this was true, so I closed the store and rushed home to verify whether it was my illusion or not.

  The place where I live is not far from the store, and it only takes a five-minute walk. It's almost dawn, and the bright moonlight casts a silver glow on the ground. The shadows of the trees sway and disappear like ghosts, making people tremble with fear. I'm the only one walking on the road, and tonight might be my last night alive.

  The house is very big, it was left by my grandfather. My family doesn't like it here, so he didn't live here. In the huge whole house, many times, there's only me alone. When I returned home, the doors were all open, and I rushed quickly into my bedroom.

  Shocking at first glance, the walls are all blood red, and the bloody characters remain.

  Blood dripped onto the wooden floor, making a dripping sound. Originally, there were only bloodstains and bloody words on the walls, but now the entire room was filled with bright red blood. It flowed everywhere - on the cabinets, bookshelves, bed sheets, and wardrobes. The vibrant color was almost blinding, perhaps due to psychological reasons, I'm extremely afraid of seeing all this blood now.

  All signs indicate that all of this is not an illusion, it's all real.

  I cautiously stretched out my fingers and touched the wall, bringing them to my nose for a sniff. There was still some warmth from the bloodstains, emitting a pungent smell that made me want to retch. I pinched my thigh hard, feeling the pain spread, which further proved that I wasn't hallucinating - everything I saw and felt was all too real.

  Is all of this true?

  According to the instructions on the wall, I must kill someone before today is over, otherwise it will be me who dies.

  But murder? Now is a society ruled by law, murder is against the law.

  Looking at the clock hanging on the wall, the strange ticking sound brought me back to reality. There is still an hour left before today ends.

  Where can I find someone, now in the middle of the night, my residential area is basically empty, can't just take a kitchen knife and rush into someone's home to kill them?

  That's freaking crazy!

  This is simply not something humans should be doing.

  Just then there was a very urgent knocking at the door.

  Hearing this voice, I was shocked. Who else would come to my place at this late hour? It's impossible for Dad to appear here, and the rest of my friends and brothers don't know I live here.

  So, who will it be?

  If I don't kill someone tonight, then I will die? Is there someone coming to kill me? As soon as this thought occurred to me, the feeling of fear was magnified, my eyes were fixed on the door, and cold sweat broke out all over my body.

  "Who?" I gritted my teeth and squeezed out two words.

  "Knock, knock, knock..." The knocking sound continued, the tone was very urgent, but the person outside the door just knocked and didn't say a word.

  Who is he?

  A huge curiosity prompted me to open the door and take a look, was it the terrifying blood letter on the wall? Would I really die? Or maybe someone else would die?

  I turned around and went to the kitchen to fetch a fruit knife, stood at the door, took a deep breath, and then heavily opened the door.

  A pungent stench assailed my nostrils, forcing me to retreat a few steps back, but the person standing in front of me was not someone I recognized, rather a tattered beggar.

  The old beggar's clothes were full of patches and had many holes, one hand was still holding a wooden stick, his body emitted a nauseating stench, somewhat similar to the smell of rotting corpses. I once encountered a dead and rotten mouse corpse in the suburbs, which smelled very similar to this beggar's body odor, but mixed with the smell of expired food on the old beggar's body. His right hand was clenched around a moldy bun.

  Before I could ask, the old beggar suddenly spoke up: "If you don't kill someone tonight, you'll die. Kill me instead."

  As soon as he said this, I was shocked and asked: "How did you know? Who are you?"

  The old beggar's eyes were dim and his voice was hoarse as he said, "It was someone else who told me."

  Who else? What kind of person is it?

  The old beggar in front of me took the initiative to come and seek death? Is there still such a person in the world? I was even more shocked, thinking of the doubts in my heart.

  "After you kill me, he will naturally come to see you. It's almost twelve o'clock, what are you hesitating about?" The old beggar's words were menacing.

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