We Live In Nanjing - Chapter 115

  Chapter 115 Big Eyes

There was a dead silence in the room, and there was no sound. The few people present later recalled that they realized that they had experienced a milestone important moment in human history in shock and fear. This is the first time that mankind has witnessed intelligent life from outside the earth. It is of great significance. It is the first time that Bisapiens walked out of Africa-although this third type of contact occurred twenty years later, it was witnessed by people twenty years ago.

Bai Yang feels that the nickname “Big Eye” is worthy of its name. Its biggest feature is indeed an oversized eyeball, glowing red in the dark, with a huge pupil that can flexibly dilate and shrink and turn around. Across the thin curtains, computer screens, and twenty years of staring at Bai Yang, the latter was almost breathless.

This is a fear that has never been faced before in human history. Bai Yang does not even know where this fear comes from. It is not a knife or a gun, a tiger, or a ghost. It does not belong to all the images that represent terror in the human brain. When the white poplar was covered by its gaze, the former seemed to be nailed, and his body was too rigid to move.

Bai Yang is not the only one who is stiff and unable to move. The faces of Bai Zhen, Wang Ning, Zhao Bowen, and even Forsythia are all pale. It can be imagined that all the people who received the video signal at this time were pressed on the seat by the eyes of big eyes and had difficulty breathing. , This is not investigating the enemy’s situation, but the mouse got out of the hole and ran into the eagle head-on.

  Baiyang, these little mice are very lucky. They stayed in a safe place. What they saw was the eagle on the screen. No matter how powerful they were, they couldn’t kill them along the network cable. But Banxia was different. There was only a wall between her and Big Eyes.

  The wall is obviously unable to resist this monster. As long as the other party is willing, it is easy to pull down a wall or even destroy a building. The girl hugged Uncle Huang tightly and hid it under the table, not dare to make any movement.

  She can only pray that the monster will leave soon.

   “Come out-where are you?”

  The voice changed a different tone and tone, as if a man was talking.

  ”Give me the fruit! Give me the fruit…”

  The bedroom was illuminated by the red light of the big eyes. Banxia guessed that it might be observing this window. It was searching, window by window.

  Banxia held her breath, not daring to breathe out.

  She thought that if she was lucky and her big eyes didn’t find anything, she would search down, look at the next window, and leave her bedroom.

  Go, go, go, go, go…

  Please go quickly.

   Banxia reads silently in her heart.

  But the sound from the top of her head made the hairs on her back stand all the way from the soles of her feet to the back of her neck.

  Slightly “click——”.

  That is the sound of the aluminum alloy window being opened.

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Hold.

  It’s over.

  At this moment, Pinellia’s brain was blank, and a few seconds later she felt that she was dead.

  She has no way to escape, the turtle in the urn can only be killed by the neck, sitting and waiting to die.

“Where are you–?”

  A soft voice suddenly sounded from the top of the head, it felt like someone was lying outside the window, poking his head in with an oddly long neck, and the head was a beautiful woman with long hair.

   Pinellia is about to suffocate.

Bai Yang has been suffocated. He was watching from start to finish. The camera was mounted in the middle of the bedroom with a tripod, facing the window and desk. He watched the aluminum alloy window behind the curtain in the screen being opened, and then what was the curtain Things were pushed up slowly, and the intrusion from the floor made Bai Yang frightened, as if the monster had invaded not the bedroom twenty years later, but his own room. Bai Yang subconsciously stepped back and hit someone in the back of his head. He turned his head to look at his chin and found that it was Zhao Bowen. Old Zhao didn’t feel anything at all. He pushed Bai Yang’s head away and stared at the computer with straight eyes.

  Whether it is on the computer side or on the computer side, the air is so solid that it cannot flow, and the only thing that is moving is the thing behind the curtains.

  It intrudes little by little.

  Suddenly something jumped onto the table, the sudden change caused Forsythia to exclaim in a low voice.

  It was a swift black shadow. With the ultra-low refresh rate and transmission speed of the camera, its shape could not be captured at all.

“what is that?”

  Wang Ning’s eyes widened.

Banxia’s eyes widened too. She didn’t have time to react. Uncle Huang got out of her arms. With a twist, her slender body climbed up along the legs of the table. She couldn’t grasp it. The girl almost Call it out, did this little thing climb up to see it because it heard human voices?

  That’s not a human being! Uncle Huang!

  That’s not a person!

not human!

  Banxia was anxious to make a fist, she was anxious, but she did not dare to move or make a sound. Banxia could not get out of the table and could only curl up into a ball, clenching her teeth tightly.

“what is that?”

  Bai Zhen stood behind the sofa and stretched his neck forward. The movements of Zhao Wangning and Forsythia were the same as him. They both noticed the black shadow on the table, like a small animal.

   “Cat?” Forsythia asked.

  ”Dog?” Bai Zhen said, “She has a dog?”

  ”It’s a weasel.” Bai Yang frowned, “It’s called Uncle Huang.”

Uncle Huang jumped on the table and turned around. It might be looking for the source of the sound. He hasn’t heard the voice of a second person besides Pinellia for a long time. People don’t know whether weasel has the ability to recognize human voices carefully. If Uncle Huang With this ability, it may feel that the voice just now is a bit like that woman.

  The woman who picked it up and stayed with it for many years.

The moment the weasel jumped out, the luminous pupils outside the window shrank suddenly. It apparently shocked the big eyes, or called the swordsman. Uncle Huang’s small brain capacity is impossible to understand the existence of the swordsman. This one glows red. The huge eyes of light are no different from the sun to it. It just turns around on the table, looking around, getting into the curtains, and looking around.

  The pupils with big eyes locked on it and moved left and right as it moved left and right. Neither Dao Ke nor Uncle Huang knew that at this moment, at least a dozen people were staring at them, and no one dared to show the air.

  Zhao Bowen squeezed Bai Yang’s shoulder, the joints of his five fingers turned white, and he would tremble if he didn’t squeeze it.

  This is an extremely fragile balance. Big eyes are observing Uncle Huang, and Uncle Huang is walking around on his own. Everyone is afraid that any party will make a change first. What if Uncle Huang suddenly jumps off the table? What if the big eyes suddenly launch an attack? (Of course, they all know that the swordsman never attacked any animals. It loves animals, just like a farmer loves seedlings in the field)

  This balance has been maintained for more than ten seconds. The first thing to change is the big eyes. It shrinks and focuses on the pupils and re-spreads. He gently pushes Uncle Huang into the room with his tentacles, and carefully closes the windows.

  That softness is really like your mother closing the door after covering you with the quilt.

The sound of “click, click, click” came from the outer wall again. The knife man crawled away and went to search the next window. Banxia held his breath and hid under the table, hiding in the darkness and silence where no fingers can be seen. I don’t know. After hiding for a long time, until he couldn’t hear any movement, he dared to let out a long breath and limp on the floor.

  This breath came out with tears.

Zhao Bowen covered his face with his hands and sat down on the sofa. He buried his face in his palms, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, “This **** fucking **** must never be kept. The troubles are endless.”

  (End of this chapter)