Small dong's new horror story gained 1k likes, he was very happy two days, because of this horror story, added a few hundred new fans the third day evening, he felt wrong, the number of fans is still in high-frequency growth, and more and more quickly after lunch, the number of fans has broken a thousand, and then get up to look at the nap, it broke 10,000 constantly, there is a new private message sent to "I'm concerned about you Oh" Small dong Mo Mo in front of the usual bustling neighborhood seems to be a little cold today, small dong buy a bottle of coke, wearing a convenience store hat Qiqi. small dong inexplicable past days bustling cell door, today seems to be a little cold, small dong bought a bottle of coke, wearing a convenience store hat with bangs little girl to show him the payment code, he nodded, pulled out his cell phone, a large number of private letters in succession popped up one after the other. "I'm following you oh" "I'm following you oh" "I'm following?" Xiao Dong frowned and cursed in a low voice "What's wrong?" The little salesgirl looked up and asked, catching a glimpse of his cell phone screen. "Wow, so many fans, you're a big V right, so envious." "Just writing some stories, my name is Xiao Dong, if you are interested, you can follow me." "Yeah, my name is Little Clank."
Sighing softly, he came out of the convenience store, the number of fans had broken a million, "There's a bug in the system," thought Xiao Dong, carrying the coke bottle back towards the road, but gradually he felt something was wrong. Summer evening, not yet eight o'clock, the crowd on the street like the tide retreats, dressed in cool young girls, flip-flops to eat barbecue bare-chested young people, after-dinner walk in the belly of middle-aged people, sharp voice screaming scurrying nasty children, there is a resident of the territory of the square dance aunts, all disappeared in the last moment they seem to have in, a flash of light all disappeared standing in the middle of the street, looking down at the cell phone on the fans! The number of people soared, the heat wave blowing across the concrete floor shocked Xiaodong out of a cold sweat "I'm concerned about you Oh" around the empty, invisible, but as if there are millions of pairs of eyes, he did not dare to step forward. As the sky grew dark and the lights began to come on, Xiao Dong ran wildly in vain, turning one street after another. The store windows were all lit up, and the beautiful women on the billboards were posing seductively, but living people? Not a soul, not one. He ran home under his breath and unlocked the door; no, there was no need for that anymore.
The whole city was empty. He forced down his shaking hands and tried his best to think of what had happened, couldn't think straight. The news! There must be news reports he opened his cell phone, computer, TV, but all the places are as usual, the headline is the police grabbed the knife to save people, the hot search is a small flower airport show waist, the following is still the chattering crowd of people who eat melons and brush the small ads of the public number, the TV news channel national leaders and foreign friends cordial meeting Xiaodong thought about it, and sent a message: help! People around me disappeared!
Two hours passed without a single reply.
"What about work today, I'm in the store," he almost rolled and crawled to pounce open the door of the convenience store of the convenience store lights are on, the door is still parked unloading gold cups, the counter of an old fan whirring and whirring, the sound of a good not shrill, Xiaodong will be surrounded by a look again and again, and then pulled out his cell phone to the small Medaka sent a message "Where are you? "I'm at the store. Where are you?" "On the sixth day, all the people on TV had disappeared, whether it was news, variety shows, or TV dramas, all of them had turned into a weird look with only backgrounds and subtitles, and the advertisement windows on the street were empty with only a few words in bright colors, and the original beauty with a standard smile was also gone. Xiaodong's follower count growth slowed down, he no longer avoided looking at the number, sometimes when he looked at it, he still found that the follower count hadn't changed from ten minutes ago, he consoled himself: "This probably means that no one disappeared during these ten minutes", he also thought bitterly: "Probably there is no one in this world who can disappear anymore". On the seventh day, the whole day, the number of fans has not changed the world seems to be empty, but on the social platform, news headlines and social interaction, everything is updated as usual. Xiaodong couldn't help but wonder if the rest of the world had disappeared, or if he had disappeared all by himself. He lay in bed all day and began to think about some philosophical questions about people, about society, and about boundaries.
On the eighth day, he dreamed that the number of his followers began to change again, getting smaller and smaller, faster and faster, and the people of the world came back one by one, countless people swarming around him, all of them dressed in black, with their scarves wrapped around their necks and chins, revealing their eyes alone, as they stared at him over and over again. Little Medaka smiled and handed him a bottle of coke, and the next second she joined them in black. The first moment Little Dunk woke up was to open his cell phone, it wasn't a dream, the number of fans was literally getting smaller one by one. The ninth day, the tenth day? The thirteenth day disappeared people slowly came back, first from the pictures appeared one by one, and then in the dynamic video, when watching TV often have the last screen or only subtitles and background, the screen switched back to the actors appeared, from the curtain slit to the outside world to look out, and from time to time there are cars from the road in front of the door to drive past. It was as if the past two weeks had been a case of one person's world being misplaced from everyone else's, and now it was slowly rejoining back together again, a situation that no one had noticed except for Little Dom himself.
Monday mornings are always sleepy, one hand holding a computer bag, one hand from his pants pocket to feel the phone, registered this account for several years, Xiaodong is still just a small transparent, occasionally interested in taking the initiative to send a message to someone else, but often a stone sinks into the sea, can not get a reply. The subway on weekdays is crowded with young people, all of them looking down at their cell phones, plugging in their headphones and keeping quiet. Xiao Dong looked around, squeezed into a loose corner to stand, the car shrugged, from the city at the foot of a bright run to another bright, and then start again, week after week, he was a little tired. When the subway stopped at one of the stations, a woman got on, looking around briefly before squeezing her way over to Donnie. Donnie was a bit surprised, it was clear that the surroundings were still loose, and this woman was just too close, hardly a safe distance for a stranger. He took a very uneasy step to the side, but before long, whether intentionally or not, the person got a little closer again. "Ahem," Little Dunk cleared his throat. The woman suddenly looked up with an odd expression, as if she was startled to see a person appear out of nowhere in this corner. Xiao Dong was the one who was startled as he asked, "Can you move over there?" The woman nodded her head, "I didn't see you just now, I'm really sorry." Xiao Dong was a bit puzzled, but seeing the woman's shy appearance was not like playing dumb. He touched his pockets, the things that should be there are still there, vigilantly pinching his wallet to get off the car. Along the way, Xiaodong was constantly cut by passers-by, carrying a briefcase uncle squeezed him into the back of the credit card, cycling young man rubbing his body whistling past, the school children scurrying into his legs, was dropped to sit on the ground and cry.