My Future Diary Can’t Be Perfect

With the help of that mysterious passerby commissioner, Mingguang City quickly got back on track. The previous scene where nightmares and reality blended, although everyone still remembers it, but it is no longer mentioned. Even the videos on the Internet are put there, and no one will watch them again.

The storm just subsided.

What's more, no matter what happens, when things are over, those who go to work have to go to work, those who go to school have to go to school, and life must continue.

What's more, this super-supernatural event that was finally recorded as [Ascension Day] is not without harm.

At least after that, Mingguang City fell into a state of paranormal silence, and half a month passed without any paranormal incident.

But the silence will eventually end.

What's more, there are some existences, but they won't let it go.

And while Xun Xi was studying the Nightmare City that he had just acquired in the Halo Building, and some strange changes that had appeared in him recently-----

A pedestrian street in Mingguang City.

In a car, Chen Mo, a sophomore from Mingguang Normal University, was looking for novels of interest on his mobile phone with a lazy face.

Chen Mo is twenty years old this year.

As a second-year freshman, although it is not urgent, it is also the age where an internship is required. However, my family is relatively rich and has a lazy personality. Some time ago, the university was temporarily suspended, so Chen Mo had nothing to do, just drove out and planned to spend it. A day with nothing to do.

And as a small tycoon.

Chen Mo's only interest is to read novels. He has always been very generous. Basically, as long as it is a book that is right to his eyes, he will give a little reward.

But there has been a shortage of books lately.

So Chen Mo started the routine sweeping ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ name and profile to find a book with fate, then clicked in and left a remark of "Nothing today~www.wuxiamtl.com~ sweeping the list", and then turned three Zhang, see if the fate is enough, go away if it is enough, and see that fate is exhausted when it is enough.

As an old bookworm, Chen Mo's eyes are still very tricky.

Ordinary books basically have nothing to do with him, but flipping through it, he suddenly saw a strange novel at the end of the list.

【The Silence of Doomsday Note is Gold】

This seems to be a fanfic.

But based on Chen Mo's book reading experience, he has never read novels with this prefix. It should be a novel written by a street writer.

But for some reason, Chen Mo suddenly had the idea of ​​going in.

Maybe it's because silence and his name are pronounced exactly the same.

It just so happened that the name of the protagonist in this book is not exactly the same as him, but it can only be said that it is exactly the same, and the name of the protagonist is also called Chen Mo.

"interesting."

Although it is not the first time, but the name collision with the protagonist in the book still makes Chen Mosheng interested. He decided to try and read the book, and he wouldn't mind giving a tip if he had the chance. And to Chen Mo's surprise, this novel actually has a prologue.

"This book is my honor."

"Dedicated to the first person to see this book."

Oh, catch the eye, right?

Chen Mo smiled. Many authors are now engaged in these interactions, so he also politely wrote a message in the comment area of ​​this prologue.

"First."

After leaving the message, Chen Mo officially opened the first chapter.

[This is a sunny morning. 】

[Chen Mo lay lazily on the car chair, flipped through his phone, looked for the latest popular novels on the website, and wanted to relieve the boredom of life. 】

[The air conditioner in the car is not adjusted properly. 】

[He is a little cold. 】

"Hey!" Seeing this, Chen Mo shivered for no apparent reason, and then suddenly swallowed... No reason, because the wind from the air conditioner in the car just suddenly blew on his face, and then he thought of the sight just now. He suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of horror.

"Good guy, outrageous."

Chen Mo continued to read, and at the same time decided that after reading this chapter, he must post the experience and inexplicable strange feeling just now in this chapter.

Not for anything else.

It is to use the vast number of sand sculpture netizens to exorcise evil spirits.

[After Chen Mo got up and turned off the air conditioner in the car, not long after, there was a sudden sound from the driver's window, and it seemed that someone was slapping the window. 】

【Boom! 】

"..." Seeing this, Chen Mo subconsciously glanced out the window, the sun was shining, there was no one, and there was no sound of hitting the window, which made Chen Mo a little more at ease, but also blamed himself for making a fuss, so He picked up the phone again and continued to cut.

【dong dong...】

[The knock on the window sounded again and again, which made Chen Mo feel numb, and at the same time he felt that he was too sensitive and made a fuss. 】

["Who is it?" Chen Mo asked]

[However, what responded to him was still the sound of "dong dong dong..." knocking on the window. What's more important is that at some point, a layer of fog appeared outside the car, and the thick fog even covered the pedestrians passing by. 】

"...Fuck."

Perhaps because of the same name, Chen Mo had an unprecedented sense of substitution. Looking at the text on the phone, he even shrank his feet.

[The situation is not right.... Chen Mo woke up immediately. 】

[However, he still remained calm. After all, he was still in the car, and this layer of iron shell gave him an unreliable sense of security. 】

[The knocking on the window continues. 】

[However, this time, with the fog covering the window, Chen Mo clearly saw an adult-sized palm print on his car window. 】

【“Who is it!?” Chen Mo roared in a low voice. 】

[However, as soon as he finished speaking, the window knockers outside seemed to hear his voice, and the originally gentle knocking on the window suddenly became intense. For a while, I saw palm prints continuously appearing on the glass of the car, accompanied by the sound of knocking on the window. 】

[The front window, the rear window, the main driver's seat, the passenger seat, the left and right passenger seats, each piece of glass covered by fog has distinct palm prints. 】

[They even overlap. 】

[It seems that there is not one person standing outside the car, but ten, dozens, hundreds of them, the percussion sound is like a magic sound, almost driving Chen Mo crazy. 】

[But in addition to panic. 】

[He is also rejoicing. 】

[Thanks to staying in the car, otherwise, if you are walking on the street, these palm prints may not be blocked by the window, but directly slapped on yourself. Thinking of this, Chen Mo couldn't help pulling his collar again, only to realize that he was sweating profusely. 】

[But that's no wonder. 】

[After all, he just turned off the air conditioner, and before this strange incident, it was sunny outside and it was still summer, and the room temperature had already gone up. 】

["...Huh?" Thinking of this, Chen Mo suddenly frowned. 】

[It doesn't seem right. 】

what's wrong? Seeing this, Chen Mo had completely shrunk his feet, and he didn't forget to check if there was fog outside the car and if anyone knocked on the window.

[There is cold air infiltrating outside the car, and the temperature is obviously not high. 】

[And the temperature in the car is so high that one can sweat. 】

[Since the car is cold outside and hot inside. It stands to reason that the fogging place should not be the glass outside the car, but the glass inside the car. 】

【so.....】

"Damn it!" Seeing this, Chen Mo finally reacted: the mist showing the palm print was in the car, where is the person who released the palm print?

Must be in the car!

【...that monster is in the car! ? 】

[In an instant, the sense of security that originally came from being in the car turned into the fear of being in the same room with a ghost, pouring out of Chen Mo's heart. 】

[He has only one thought left at this moment. 】

【"escape!!"】

This concludes the first chapter.

Further down is the writer's words: [When you read this chapter, Chen Mo, it means that you have been in the same room with a ghost. Do not hesitate-----】

"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

Shen Changqing was walking on the road, and when he met someone he knew, he would say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who.

Everyone's face has no superfluous expressions, as if they are very indifferent to everything.

to this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Ministry of Suppression, it is an organization that maintains the stability of Daqin~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone had a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The town magic department is very big.

Those who can stay in the Town Demon Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two occupations, one is the guardian envoy and the other is the demon slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts from the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then he was promoted step by step, and finally he was expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest-ranked slayer.

Has the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Town Demon Division.

It didn't take too long, Shen Changqing stopped in front of an attic.

Different from other places full of chills in the Demon Suppression Division, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different tranquility in the **** Suppression Demon Division.

At this time, the door to the attic was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing just hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside.

Enter the attic.

Circumstances have changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood rushed towards his face, causing his brows to instinctively wrinkle, but then quickly stretched.

There is almost no way to clean the **** smell on everyone in the Zhen Mosi.