white night syndrome

Chapter 1 001. The Waking of Insects
"Dingling~"

After the crisp sound of the hanging silver bell hitting the door frame, and watching the back of the last guest leaving with dull steps, the office's morning reception officially came to an end.

Li Ming stood by the door in a daze for a while, and after making a somewhat impatient tone, he stretched out his hand and wiped off most of the dust on the glass of the old wooden door, and looked out through the glass with sharp eyes——

Clear skies.

The rare good weather, squinting your eyes and looking up, there are only some clouds floating in the sky, and the clear blue is unobstructed.

At this time, a black car passed by on the road outside the door, the dazzling sunlight reflected half of Li Ming's body through the car window, he was shocked as if he had been electrocuted, and quickly retreated into the shadows.

He hates sunny days, no, to be precise, he hates sunlight, everything that is warm and dazzling.

After glancing at the long-handled black umbrella leaning against the wall, Li Ming returned to the slightly old desk, his eyes swept across the messy white papers, and finally landed on the desk calendar at the corner of the desk.

To some extent, this is his only memory of his hometown in a foreign country.

Although there are Chinese characters in the Japanese language, it is far from my mother tongue after all. Coupled with some special reasons, it has been three years since I came here, but I still haven't learned all the kanaji.

The wandering thoughts were taken back when the eyes returned to the desk calendar——

Today is January 2023, [-], so I think that the New Year's Eve in my hometown is coming soon, and I don't know if my hometown is very lively, and whether they have been busy for a long time for the important day of the Spring Festival.

But then again, what if I was there?After all, the excitement belongs to others.

Taking a deep breath to calm down, Li Ming turned his gaze to the desk again.

After casually putting aside the white paper covered in black handwriting, Li Ming took out a stack of brand-new Japanese yen banknotes from the drawer on the side of the desk, and stuffed them all into the envelope he had prepared. Then he sat back in his original position.

Li Ming lit a cigarette, but Li Ming didn't rush to close it to his mouth. Instead, he held it between his index finger and middle finger, and then stared blankly at the white smoke rising from the burning tobacco.

After a long time, Li Ming leaned his head lightly on the back of the chair, and closed his already sore eyes.

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The air gradually became humid, and some small drops of water would condense on the hands after being exposed to the air.

"here."

Li Ming seemed to sense the changes in the surrounding environment, opened his eyes and looked around, his face changed slightly.

fog.

Dense fog.

The first thing that catches the eye is the mist. With the help of the twilight of the sun that has not yet fully risen, he can barely recognize that he is now in a dilapidated wooden house.

just
Li Ming wanted to stand up and look around carefully, but found that his hands were tied to the chair at this moment.

Twisting his wrist at will, he could clearly feel the pain, and he could also feel that although the rope binding his hands was thick, it was tattered.

So as long as you continue to pull hard, you can—

Li Ming, who broke free from the rope, subconsciously rubbed his sore eyes, and took the first step tentatively.

Stepping on the wooden boards of the wooden house, the sound of falling sawdust and the harsh creaking sound of disrepair always give people the illusion that as long as they continue to step down, they will step on a hole and then fall.

Li Ming looked down at his clothes and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, there is no such situation as before. It seems that this is just..."

Accompanied by Li Ming's cautious walking, the thick fog around him dispersed a lot, and he could vaguely see the whole picture of the environment he was in.

This is an old wooden house. Due to its age, there are almost no valuables in the house. Except for the chair that was just placed in the middle of the wooden house, the rest are piles of waste products.

The wooden house is so dilapidated that it doesn't even have a wooden door. Some of them are just a gap half the height of a person. Looking outside, you can vaguely see the weeds everywhere outside.

Moreover, from the window of the wooden house—of course it is only a smaller gap—some green vines protrude in, and it can be seen that the wooden house has been basically covered by these plants.

The cold wind blows, the branches and leaves collide, and amidst the rustling sounds, there is a strange smell hidden.

Indescribable taste.

It's like a rotten, fishy, ​​musty smell mixed with mud.

Li Ming stagnated the pace of his feet, frowned, and endured the smell that made it difficult for him to breathe.

The dense fog that permeated the wooden house gradually dissipated with the rising of the warm sun at this moment, while Li Ming observed all around more cautiously.

"goo"

The sudden voice seemed even harsher in the current environment, Li Ming instinctively turned his head to look.

In the corner full of rubbish on his right at this moment, a toad appeared at some point. It was lying there with its stomach rising and falling, and a pair of eyes that could not see emotion stared at Li Ming opposite.

The two confronted each other for a long time, but in the end Toad bounced away as if nothing had happened.

Li Ming couldn't help but feel a little funny, in such a strange environment, any living thing that appears here can make him have such a big reaction
He is crazy.

Or, is it too sensitive?
Just when Li Ming was about to leave here, he noticed a color that was completely incongruous with the environment suddenly appeared in the garbage dump in the corner.

Why didn't I see it just now?

Perhaps it was because the beating of the toad exposed the color to the air, Li Ming pursed his lips, and continued to walk cautiously towards the blue color.

The warm sun finally rose completely from the east at this moment, and the sun shines on the garbage pile in the corner through the gap. This should be a good time to observe the strangeness in front of him, but Li Ming stopped in front of the area illuminated by the sun. .

He hates sunlight.

But paradoxically, it was his desire to learn that drove him to take that step.

Li Ming looked around and rummaged for a while, and finally found a broken long stick in the garbage dump on the other side where the sun didn't shine.

With the help of such external force, Li Ming finally reached the blue owner in front of him.

After picking it up, Li Ming found that it was a work card, and the blue thing was a lanyard hanging on the work card.

Wipe off the dust and fine rubbish on it with your hands, "Zhen Chai Wutai" is impressively written on this small piece of paper, and the company under the name, in Li Ming's memory, is a printing company not far from the office. company.

"this is."

Just as Li Ming was meditating, outside the wooden house, no, it should be said that it was the entire "space", there was a rush of knocking on the door, as if someone had installed speakers on the four corners of the wooden house's ceiling, echoing in his ears.

Li Ming woke up like a nightmare, and when he came to his senses again, he was still sitting on the chair in the office, the cigarette between his fingers was still slowly floating with ash.

Outside the door, the knocking sound continued.

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　　In addition, due to the special setting, all the sentences enclosed in the """ symbol in the text are the words in the protagonist's mind, not the spoken words~
　　
　
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