From seeing it

Song Fengqin's heart tightened, and she said, "Xiao Ling, what's wrong with you? Did you see something?"

Xiao Ling woke up with a start. Seeing Song Fengqin's nervous face, she knew that she was afraid that she would get sick again, so she hurriedly shook her head, smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just felt a little uncomfortable in my neck. It should be that the cervical spine is not good. The doctor said that the cervical spine is not good. You can raise your head and move your neck more if you have nothing to do, Mom, don't be so surprised and fussed."

Xiao Ling smiled and touched his neck, then moved his head.

Seeing what Xiao Ling said, Song Fengqin was slightly relieved.

Although he said it easily, his heart was full of wild thoughts, and he even wondered if the building would collapse suddenly, and he would not be the one who died at that time.

His uncle's car accident left him with lingering fears.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. Xiao Ling's feet seemed to have taken root, and he didn't dare to go home. He didn't want to harm his family because of him.

He was thinking about finding an excuse not to go home for the time being, when he suddenly realized that the big pale hand that was floating above the building suddenly fell down and suddenly appeared in front of him.

Xiao Ling felt a chill in his heart, and retreated instinctively.

He knew that although the big hand looked real, he couldn't actually touch it.

The first time he saw it, he used a broom to wipe it, and the broom directly passed through the big hand. It seemed that the big hand was just his illusion, a illusory existence.

But this time, the big hand suddenly appeared in front of him, faintly carrying some kind of indescribable power, which made him suffocate.

All of this happened in an instant, Xiao Ling opened his mouth slightly, feeling suffocated, instinctively clenched his fists and wanted to rush forward and desperately, since there was no escape, he might as well fight it.

At this time, Xiao Ling made up his mind and stopped being cowardly.

As soon as he had this thought, the big hand that rushed towards him suddenly disappeared.

The discomfort disappeared, and everything returned to normal. The scene just now seemed real and unreal.

Xiao Ling seemed to wake up suddenly from a nightmare, and Song Fengqin beside him was full of worry.

In her eyes, her son is somewhat different from normal people, and maybe his illness has not fully recovered.

Xiao Ling thought that the sudden disappearance of the big hand might mean that the danger was over, and he should be fine for the time being.

Next, enter the door, take the elevator home, and have a safe journey without any accidents.

"It seems to be a false alarm, but what does the sudden appearance and disappearance of the big hand mean? Is my uncle's car accident a coincidence or is it because of the big hand?"

Although Xiao Ling said he was staying at home, he was thinking wildly all afternoon and felt restless.

Although the big hand disappeared, it doesn't mean it won't appear again. Who can be sure if the big hand will suddenly appear and float above the building?

Not only was he afraid of a real disaster, but he was also afraid that his mother would be affected.

Fortunately, there were no accidents in the afternoon, Xiao Ling felt hungry, and thought of Xiaojiang fried noodles not far from the community.

He likes to eat the fried noodles here. The fried noodles are very strong. He used to eat them often. He hasn't eaten for a long time. Now he is hungry, and suddenly misses the fried noodles here, so he told Song Fengqin go out.

Song Fengqin was worried about her son, and wanted to accompany him, but Xiao Ling refused.

Seeing that Xiao Ling insisted on being alone, Song Fengqin was afraid of irritating him, so she didn't dare to force her anymore.

On the one hand, Xiao Ling wanted to go out to eat fried noodles, and on the other hand, he wanted to look outside the building again. He was afraid that the big hand would appear in a place he couldn't see again. He felt that he was really going to become a lunatic.

If this matter is not resolved, he seems to have a heart disease, and he can't feel at ease whatever he eats or eats.

After going downstairs, Xiao Ling didn't go out immediately, but took a deep breath, and then stepped out, looking up at the same time.

Almost at the moment when he looked up, he saw an enlarging black shadow pressing down from above.

Xiao Ling was shocked, instinctively dodged to the side.

With a bang, there was a loud noise in his ears, and a flowerpot with flowers fell on the ground beside his feet, it was torn apart, and mud and tiles were splashed everywhere.

Xiao Ling's face was livid, and he looked up.

A large pale hand was quietly floating above the sky, with five giant fingers flicking slightly, as if mocking.

Then he looked down at the shattered flower pot that fell at his feet. If he had just dodged a bit late, half a second later, the flower pot would have hit his head, and it would have hit his head at this height. It will be shattered, and even the brains will be splashed out.

In one day, after narrowly escaping twice in a row, Xiao Ling's back was covered in cold sweat, and sweat was oozing from his palms and forehead.

If I hadn't been vigilant all the time and looked up as soon as I went out, I probably wouldn't have noticed that a flower pot fell from above, and I would have died by now.

One time may be an accidental coincidence, but twice in a row, Xiao Ling can no longer regard this as a coincidence.

Looking up the building, he couldn't see who the flower pot fell from. There are many houses with flower pots on the balcony. It seems that the flower pot of some family may have dropped it accidentally. , but Xiao Ling already understood that this is some kind of terrible force in the dark that is controlling all this.

Its purpose is to kill oneself and take one's own life.

He was really being targeted, as Zhou Kesheng said, maybe... he was doomed.

"This can't be an illusion. There is really some kind of supernatural power in this world."

"Is it really like Zhou Kesheng said that the world I see is real?"

Xiao Ling trembled slightly.

He can escape death once or twice, but he doesn't have the slightest confidence that he can continue to be lucky. Maybe in the next seemingly accidental accident, he will die.

"What should I do... What should I do?" Xiao Ling murmured to himself, facing this supernatural mysterious power, he felt powerless and small, and an indescribable horror tightly gripped his heart, making him As long as he thought about it for a while, he felt his scalp go numb.

Suddenly, he thought of Zhou Kesheng and what he said before leaving.

"Before he left, he gave me his number and told me to contact him after thinking it over... Yes, since he said this to me, does he have a way to solve it?"

Xiao Ling thought of the business card that Zhou Kesheng had given him, and when he left the hospital, although he wanted to throw it away several times, he finally kept it.

Not caring about eating fried noodles again, Xiao Ling turned around and ran back. This time he was lucky enough to escape, what kind of disaster will be waiting for him the next time that big pale hand appears again?

Can I escape the next catastrophe?

Back home, Song Fengqin was a little surprised and said, "You're back so soon?"

"The chow mein shop didn't open, so I came back."

Xiao Ling went to his bedroom while talking, and quickly found Zhou Kesheng's business card from his bag, which had his mobile phone number on it.

Xiao Ling took a deep breath to calm himself down, then locked the door, picked up the phone, and dialed the phone number on the business card.

He didn't want Song Fengqin to hear it, lest she would become suspicious again.

He stood in front of the window of the bedroom, although his eyes were staring at the tall buildings outside, all he could think about in his mind was how to talk to Zhou Kesheng about this weird thing when he got through the phone later.

"Hello."

Soon, the phone was connected, and Zhou Kesheng's voice came from inside.

"Dean Zhou, I'm Xiao Ling." Xiao Ling hurriedly reported his name.

"Oh, so it's Xiao Ling, do you need me?"

Holding the phone, Xiao Ling lowered his voice and said, "President Zhou, you told me... that it was after me and that I was doomed. What do you mean?"

Zhou Kesheng's voice, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile, came from the phone: "Do you need me to explain what it means? You should have a deep understanding by now."

Xiao Ling gritted his teeth, scolding Zhou Kesheng in his heart. He whispered, "I left the hospital, and my uncle came to pick me up in a car. Originally, I would sit in the back of the car, but because... fortunately, I didn't sit, but I My uncle had a car accident, and the back compartment of the car was completely crushed, if I was sitting in the car at that time, I would have been crushed into a meatloaf."

"Just now, I was almost hit by a flower pot that fell from upstairs. In the past half a day, two accidents happened in succession, which almost killed me. Dean Zhou, as you said, if I've figured it out, and I can come find you."

Zhou Kesheng said: "Then what are you thinking about now?"