The blackboard is familiar to everyone. More. 。 Most people's knowledge is passed on to everyone in the school through its bearing. Whether you like it or not, as long as you are in the classroom, as soon as you look up, you will notice it.

It's in every school, in every classroom. Traditionally, it is a flat surface that can be written repeatedly, and the board surface is hard, which is mostly used for teaching. Occasionally, however, the blackboard will be prankfully drawn with something unrelated to teaching. For example, who does so-and-so like, who so-and-so hates, who so-and-so curses, and even who writes a lot of unsightly words or gossip.

Therefore, in terms of disseminating information, its carrying capacity is even more intriguing and disseminated than the news version of the school's 'gate'.

However, has anyone ever thought that one day, once the blackboard seems to be written and drawn by someone at random, it becomes a prophecy, a prophecy that affects your life and death?

Are you going to do it according to the commands written on the blackboard, or do you scoff at it?

If you ignore the prophecy on the blackboard, it may become your time of death!

introduction

Human feelings are strange, and they are always shy and lazy when expressing their feelings and communicating with those closest to them. Some people are willing to rack their brains to surprise their birthday friends, but few people remember their parents' birthdays and don't even want to say happy birthday; There are people who can shed tears for the poor beggar they don't know, but it is difficult to say hard to the mother who gets up late at night to cook supper for herself. Ask for books

The strange pattern of indifference has been passed down from generation to generation, and may be ingrained in our genes. As a result, we often lack the least understanding of the people we need the most, the people who need it the most, the people who are the most easy to understand, the lovers, parents, and children and daughters. In many cases, we don't know as much about them as we do about our friends, classmates, colleagues, and even customers.

Zhang Simin seems to have a strange disease, and when he sees his father, he will think of the old man's terrible appearance. Bald, white hair, triangular eyes, high cheekbones, rolled lips, sparse buckteeth, with resentful eyes.

When did he start to have such strange feelings! Maybe it was a few days ago, when he was on duty, went to the classroom early, turned on the ceiling fan for ventilation according to the school's requirements, and then found a strange picture painted on the blackboard.

The old man in the painting is very annoying, bald, with white hair, triangular eyes, high cheekbones, turned lips, sparse buckteeth, and staring at himself with resentful eyes.

It's strange, I went back very late yesterday, and the classroom was obviously locked, and the classmates on duty gave him the key before leaving. At that time, the blackboard was still clean. Zhang Simin muttered and glanced around, in the morning, every window was closed in the empty classroom. The classroom is on the sixth floor, the key is in his own hand, and the guy who 'scribbles' on the blackboard, how did he get in?

The classmates who were supposed to be on duty with him had not yet arrived. And the big 'tide' of going to school should not come until half an hour later. It's better to quickly wipe off the pranks on the blackboard, so as not to be found out by the teacher and blame yourself.

Zhang Simin thought as he picked up a chalk brush and brushed it towards the blackboard. With a strong hand, the brush easily erased the drawings on the blackboard. At this moment, a heart-rending shrill cry reached his ears. Zhang Simin's hand shook in fright, and the brush suddenly fell to the ground.

The screams came vaguely from the blackboard. He looked up tremblingly, and saw that half of the strange old man's face had been wiped off by himself, and one of his eyeballs had been wiped off, and his whole face had a strange appearance, like a skeleton, which looked very terrifying. Zhang Simin hurriedly turned his head away and looked away.

Behind him, the classroom was still empty, no classmates came, and no screaming creatures could be found. He shook his head, didn't think much of it, picked up the brush on the ground, and brushed the blackboard again.

Soon, the blackboard was cleaned by him, and the cry was like an illusion, and it never appeared again. Zhang Simin clapped his hands with satisfaction and continued to do the preparatory work that other students on duty should do until class.

But it wasn't over, and from that moment on, he felt that his thinking had become a little strange. Obviously, the teacher was foaming at the podium, but Zhang Simin's mind always came to mind the face of the terrible old man on the blackboard. Even, even the retina had an illusion, and he always felt that the face was floating not far away, secretly peeping at him.

This frightened him very much.

Finally made it to the end of school, and he returned home with his school bag. Dad came back early today and was reading a magazine on the sofa in the living room. The magazine obscured his vision, and his father's face was hidden behind the magazine page.

"Dad." He shouted weakly.

"Well, there's no club activity today?" Dad asked.

"I didn't feel well, so I came back early." Zhang Simin's voice was very aggrieved. Indeed, since erasing that horrible mischievous graffiti on the blackboard, I always felt that everything was wrong. The classmates are still ordinary classmates, and the teacher is still the usual teacher, but their voices and appearances make him feel an inexplicable strangeness, as if he has broken into another time and space, separated from others by a thin layer of plastic film that cannot be touched.

"Oh, well, go get some sleep." Dad flipped the page of the magazine: "When dinner is ready, I'll ask Mom to wake you up." ”

Perhaps, I'm a little tired, and I've been watching garbage fans stay up too late late, so my head is starting to hallucinate. Zhang Simin speculated about the reason for his unfamiliarity with the world, nodded his head, walked through the living room, and walked to his room.

Before entering the 'door' of the room, my head was dizzy. Zhang Simin hurriedly held on to the 'door' frame, and when he opened his eyes again, he was almost screamed by the scene in front of him.

I saw that the originally warmly furnished room was tinged with a cold 'color', but it was about five o'clock in the afternoon, and the fiery sunset should be shining into the room through the window. However, the walls of the entire room were full of blood. Outside the window, there was only pitch black darkness like a black 'hole', and there was not the slightest scene in sight. Zhang Simin hurriedly 'rubbed' and rubbed his temples, his little legs were so frightened that he became weak, and his whole body lost his strength. What's going on? Is there something wrong with the eyes, or is there damage to the cerebral cortex? Why is the illusion so clear and real? In the room, his desk and 'bed' were full of rounded objects that reflected the blood light. When he looked closely, it was actually a human skull. One by one, the skeletons were densely piled up in the room, and it was extremely terrifying.