Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
We stood at a distance, leaning against the fence outside the mine, watching the police come and go near Mine. Zhang YangThrow the cigarette butt in your hand on the ground and crush it with your toes. "It could be a month, it could be a few months, half a year, a year, maybe longer. Zhenzhen, take care, you will be outstanding." Since then, Zhang Yang suddenly disappeared 17, that is, four Month and a half. He no longer comes to school, no longer appears in the criminal police team, no longer appears anywhere. I can't contact him through mobile phone, fax, QQ, or email. It was as if he had evaporated from the world. After the initial failure to contact me, I made no further attempts to contact him. I think he must have gone on a mission. If I contact him randomly, I might get him into trouble. However, during this period of time, Teacher Zhang no longer came to take us to practical classes. There was a new instructor, wearing glasses, who was a bit serious and rigid, and the practical classes became a bit boring. In the third month after Teacher Zhang disappeared, I felt a little uneasy. I secretly asked Xing Police Instructors, but they were very secretive about it, which only increased my worries. I think the mission he performed this time may be very big and dangerous. Although it is an investigation secret, I understand that I must not ask any more questions about this matter. But, Teacher Zhang, you must not get into trouble. He is very strong, nothing will happen to him, no. But thinking back on what he said, it somehow made me feel very uncomfortable, and my nerves were beating inexplicably. "It could be a month, it could be a few months, half a year, a year, maybe longer. Zhenzhen. Take care. You will be great..." Don't let it be like goodbye forever, okay? ! The fourth and a half months. Just when I couldn't control myself and wanted to kidnap someone from the criminal police team, lock him in a dark room and beat him up, and force him to tell me what was going on, on the 17th day of missing contact, Zhang Yang Came back suddenly. It was already the season when winter turned to spring, the air was warm, and the red flowers were floating in the air, making people drowsy. Between the dark and the dark. There was still a hint of lingering clouds on the horizon, and a tall man wearing a dark windbreaker suddenly appeared on the campus road leading to my dormitory. When I looked up, the light had dimmed, and his smile melted into the swaying light and shadow. It looked like him, but not like him. I screamed, and the thermos bottle in my hand fell to the ground and shattered. The boiling water splashed, and even though I reflexively jumped a step back, the scalding water still splashed my neck. Teacher Zhang stepped over in one stride, leaned over and quickly took off my shoes and socks. But we still watched helplessly as the big blisters bulged. I suddenly felt a pain in my ankle. It hurt so much that I couldn't breathe. I suddenly cried in pain.
This scene was an enormous humiliation in my life! I actually cried out loud for a full seven minutes because I got a blister from a burn, all while Teacher Zhang looked on in shock!
Now my memory of that moment has blurred. Was it really that painful?
In fact, a blister isn't such a big deal, so Teacher Zhang wasn't too worried; he just took out a handkerchief for me to wipe my nose.
"Ye Zhenzhen," Zhang Yang said with a frown, "It's Wednesday, my class day. You chose this time to burn your foot, clearly planning to skip class. That's not very considerate!"
Sigh, at this moment, could you please refrain from making sarcastic remarks?
Where did Teacher Zhang go? This was something he never told me.
However, his body underwent some changes.
I noticed this during training when he changed clothes. His body no longer resembled that of a teacher; well, he never really was a teacher. His physique no longer looked like that of a police officer either.
The change was that his entire left arm, left shoulder, and extending to his left chest were covered in dark blue-black tattoos. On the back of his neck, two lines of strange characters extended along his spine. The presence of these tattoos made him look less appealing in camouflage vests, so from then on, he only wore tight black or white vests.
He no longer looked like a police officer but rather like a bad guy, the kind who mingles with the underworld. However, I suppose he could be considered a rather handsome bad guy.
The girls' screams grew louder.
Later I learned that his tattoos featured a massive sun with facial features engulfed in black flames; it was a tribal sun totem symbolizing protection, passion, and life. The strange characters were in Sanskrit; what they meant was classified information.
"I could only choose the design for the tattoo," he said with self-deprecating humor and a sigh.
"Teacher Zhang, does it hurt when you get a tattoo?" I had previously seen trendy girls getting tattoos and thought it looked cool; now seeing Zhang Yang's tattoos made me even more intrigued.
On one side of the abdomen, a rose was tattooed, which should be quite striking!
“Does it hurt? A little, I suppose, but it’s nothing. It’s like carving your sun into your flesh; when the pain hits, it feels… oddly pleasant?” Zhang Yang squinted, his gaze distant, lost in thought.
“Flesh doesn’t lie!” I laughed for some reason, finding his sudden philosophical tone amusing. I couldn’t quite grasp what he meant; I only remembered that one line he said to me.
Flesh doesn’t lie. Sometimes, I wish it would! Because I’ve had several dreams where Teacher Zhang died. I saw his eyes closed, no matter how much I shook him, he wouldn’t open them. My heart raced with anxiety. I saw blood on him; when I pulled back his shirt, there were holes all over his body, like those… Electricity Marks!
Oh my God, maybe it was because I stared too long at the Electricity Marks the last time we met. Even after Teacher Zhang returned, I occasionally had those dreams; and here I was again, having one tonight.
“Teacher Zhang, no! Teacher Zhang, Zhang Yang! Wake up! You can’t die! Get up!!”
I shouted desperately, stretching my arms wide and holding him tightly. To my surprise, Teacher Zhang embraced me back warmly. Oh my God, he wasn’t dead! My heart sank back into my chest.
He held me gently as if soothing a child, rocking me lightly and patting my back tenderly. “Don’t be afraid; no one is dead. It’s okay now.”
“Mm…”
……
“Zhenzhen.”
“Mm?”
……
“Who is Zhang Yang?”
I jolted awake, my eyes flying open to realize that I was sitting on the bed, tightly hugging a man. He was returning the embrace, but it definitely wasn't Teacher Zhang, as his long hair fell over my shoulder, tickling my neck.
In the dim light, I took a closer look and gasped. The person I was clinging to with all my might was Night Phantom.
I quickly let go. Phew, that scared me! But thank goodness it was him; if it had been someone else, it would have been even more embarrassing!
"Zhenzhen, who is Zhang Yang?" he asked, breaking the silence with a serious expression that was unlike his usual playful demeanor.
"He’s my teacher from my world," I replied honestly.
"Why did you dream about him? And this isn't the first time I've heard about him!"
"Do you think dreaming is something I can control?!" I couldn't hold back my anger. Do you think I want to have nightmares? Would I willingly fall asleep only to see Electricity Marks?!
Wait a minute.
Electricity Marks?
Oh my god! Electricity Marks! (To be continued...)
Comment 0 Comment Count