It's so cold.

Bai Ling felt as if half of his body was immersed in ice water, and every part from his limbs to his brain was conveying the message of "cold".

His body felt extremely heavy, his consciousness was blurred and hazy, and he felt like he was being "pressed by a ghost". Not to mention getting up, he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

The unconscious will to survive made him stay conscious, but it was not a pleasant feeling. His will was like a lone boat drifting in the turbulent waves. The dead silent waves were eroding his will. If he was not careful, Bailing would fall completely into the abyss.

Fortunately, Bai Ling managed to hold on.

"hiss……"

Subconsciously twitching his fingers, Bai Ling opened his eyes dazedly and reluctantly.

Is this... my room? He slowly got up from the ground. Although he was so weak that his body was shaky and he almost stumbled and fell to the ground again, he finally got up.

While taking a deep breath, Bai Ling looked around at his current environment.

This is not a very large room, and the decoration and furnishings feel very familiar, because these are the furniture purchased by Bering himself.

In other words, this is indeed his room.

With this thought in mind, Bai Ling looked down at the body where he had just stood up.

Then the next second, Bai Ling's pupils shrank slightly as he looked at the ground! Because he saw something at his feet.

The shape fits the palm of the hand, the blood-stained silver gun body, the yellow bullet, and a pool of bright red blood.

"This is... a gun?!"

Bai Ling subconsciously took a half step back and almost fell to the ground.

The current situation made him unable to react for a while. In confusion and panic, he subconsciously looked at his body.

Then he saw a tiny hole on the white shirt he was wearing, and a large patch of bright red blood next to the bullet hole.

His fingers went in through the gap and touched around. After rubbing his body for a while, Bai Ling withdrew his hand.

He glanced at the pistol that fell at his feet, and an absurd and strange thought arose in his mind: "Could it be that...'I' used this gun to shoot myself?"

Otherwise, there is no way to explain the bullet-like hole on his body and the pool of blood under him? !

It's impossible for a man like me to have relatives here, right? !

The current situation was so extraordinary that Bai Ling's thoughts, which had just emerged from confusion and chaos, were unable to react for a while, and his entire brain was at a standstill.

After emptying his mind for several minutes, Bai Ling slowly came back to his senses, and his confused consciousness was pulled back into his body again.

He covered his chest - where the bullet hole left traces: "Calm down..."

"The current situation is that I shot myself with a pistol not long ago, leaving a small cut on my body. I felt cold before because I lost too much blood."

Thinking of this, Bai Ling scratched his hair in confusion: "But why did this happen?"

He remembered that before he lost consciousness, he should have been completing his graduation thesis in college and worked hard until dawn.

How come in the blink of an eye, I was back home from the dormitory, with a wound on my body and even a gun in my hand? !

"Could it be that I have traveled through time?"

After rubbing his head, Bai Ling finally came to the conclusion that "he seemed to have traveled through time."

Pressing the base of his thumb desperately, Bai Ling felt his body was cold, and even his thoughts seemed to be frozen: "That means I have actually died before, and this coldness in my body, could it be that I am possessed by a corpse?"

No, we must find some clues.

With this thought in mind, Bai Ling searched the room carefully again.

After some inspection, he finally found a diary somewhere on the bookshelf.

Looking at this diary, Bai Ling's eyes were a little complicated.

In his memory, this thing seemed to be a diary that he started to keep track of when he was in high school and was abandoned after he entered college.

I don't know if I can find any clues from this diary...

With a slight sigh, Bai Ling opened the first page of the diary.

Then, the next second.

"Huh?"

Looking at the strange and bizarre scribbles in the diary, Bai Ling was stunned: "Aren't these... just some random characters I made up when I was a kid?"

In the past, Bering had made up some characters that no one else could recognize. These characters were completely unsystematic, chaotic and complicated, and the handwriting was so ugly that no one else could understand it.

When he saw these strings of characters again, Bai Ling suddenly felt nostalgic: "Let me see, this word means 'two', and this one means 'zero'..."

After putting all the characters together, Bai Ling looked at the information in front of him and fell into deep thought.

After being spliced ​​together, these characters form a sentence.

[On May 16, the 15th year of the new calendar, a meteorological disaster occurred in Xinhai City]

Scroll down.

[On June 23rd of the fifteenth year of the new calendar, the first origin-level alien species "Red Spider" was born in Morningwind City]

Keep flipping.

[On July 6, the fifteenth year of the new calendar, in Yorkshire, Country M, the "Pale Lady" advanced to the Origin level]

[On July 8, the 15th year of the new calendar, in Tokyo, J Country, the third Origin-level alien species, the "Slit-mouthed Woman", was born]

[On the 17th day of the eighth month of the fifteenth year of the new calendar…]

[September 13th, the fifteenth year of the new calendar…]

Each page of the diary records this information, covering the entire earth, and the content ranges from the birth of "aliens" to natural disasters.

Looking at the diary, Bai Ling glanced at the electronic alarm clock on the desk.

It is now March 15th of the fifteenth year of the new calendar, and there are still more than two months to go until the time above...

"No, no, no, this thing might just be something I wrote down when I was having a chuunibyou attack," Bai Ling thought, "I remember that I used to like writing chronicles like this, but I didn't expect that the 'me' in this world likes to cause disasters..."

After turning all the pages of the book, Bai Ling finally turned to the last page.

After converting the characters on this page into text, Bai Ling was completely stunned.

[If you read this line, my plan succeeded, I am dead, and you replaced me]

[The following content, you must remember, it is very important]

[I am a prophet. The contents of my diary are true and very important. They are related to disasters! ]

Because these characters are not a written language system, but are merely replaced by certain words, when they are converted into text, they often lack modifying words and appear straightforward.

However, even these plain and straightforward words have left Bailing completely confused!