Far from washing away the smell of blood, the rain let it out, a smell that carries a deadly allure in the darkness, impulsive enough to make people want to turn into a beast, killing and killing, killing and killing.

Taking a deep breath, Hua Xiaomian forcibly suppressed this restlessness in her heart, closed the window and lay down on the bed, sleep!

Mo Yu looked at it more carefully than Hua Xiaomian, and it was really checked one by one, without missing the slightest, just like a demining warrior. After checking it, he reported the situation to Xi Qingchen, who came over, before leaving again, and continued to keep an eye on Shen Youyou and Xu Miaomiao.

Behind what Moyu didn't see, a hand slowly stretched out from the ruins, and if Moyu could see it, he would definitely exclaim, "Is there still a living mouth?" and then he would definitely ask what was going on, why, and what happened.

It's a pity that there is no pity, Moyu walked away and didn't see it.

The man also gradually pulled away the things that were pressed on his body, slowly stood up, and then left the ruins of the Flower Time Building weakly, no one noticed, the man gradually disappeared into the darkness, and the rain washed away the traces of its departure. Everything just got a little more confusing.

The sunlight stung Hua Xiaomian's eyes and forced her to wake up. Hua Xiaomian pushed open the window, and the outside became lively again, and the street was bustling with pedestrians, if it was different from yesterday, it was that Hua Shilou became a ruin, and then many people were watching and talking.

Hua Xiaomian also went downstairs, retreated from the room, glanced at the ruins, and turned to leave.

Just now, Hua Xiaomian upstairs already felt that the things that could attract her were not in the Hua Shi Building, and now she was going home.

She is going home to find her kitten black jade, what happened in the building yesterday is unknown to everyone, but according to the conversation overheard yesterday, it can be analyzed that these changes must be related to black jade, and if she wants to find the reason, she can only start with that black jade.

The strangest thing happened to her, when she pushed open the door of the building, there was a scene in front of her, and as soon as she stepped out, she returned to the hall, as if a ghost had hit the wall, everything seemed to be a closed circle.

She wondered to herself, what was standing in the way of this?

Settle down and sweep around the hall, the furnishings in the hall are clean, as if half of it has been cleaned, very neat, the only difference is that there are a pile of books scattered in the corner of the stove, and even a few yellowed thread-bound books are thrown on the side of the stove.

The fire was blazing, and there was a different kind of book on the stove. It looks like some years, and after the ravages of the years, the footer has curled. However, the big characters on the cover are still clearly visible, "Taoyuan Diary"

Flipping inside, the words inside are densely turned, I am not alone when I can't control my emotions, I write and paint at will, and the words are not venting some of my emotions.

But there were so many words that Hua Xiaomian was too lazy to look at it from the beginning, so she turned directly to the last few pages. It reads,

(Sycamore flowers bloom and fall, people go and return; the tide of the Yangtze River rises and falls, and people rise and fall.) A pen writes other people's romances, and there is always a hand in the heart to grasp the fetters of fate and madly shake off all evil things.

The world is prosperous like alcohol, and so on with the sigh of the world, I raise my glass, and fight wine for ten thousand and merry. Under the interweaving of fluorescent lamps and street lamps, the years linger, and time and space begin to break and become chaotic.

This is a true portrayal of the paradise of desire. I cautiously walked the edge of various boundaries, repeatedly reminding myself not to desire too much, not to comment on what I don't like, and to smile when I like. For three years, he lived quietly and inadvertently set up his own enchantment.

Every step of the way in the barrier can make me recall yesterday's body temperature and even thoughts, but the longer it passes, the more blurred the memory becomes. Just like the fragrant gardenia of the past, it has disappeared in the torrent of time.

Fade, fade. Talking about retiring from youth and childishness, but a little more mature, I have always thought so. Walking on my own barrier, no matter what the scenery next to me, I walked along the strange delineation under my feet, like a dull train walking along the cold train tracks, every step was frozen cold.

When the train whistle stopped coming, it was when I walked into the moonlight border and let the moonlight penetrate indulgingly. At this time, the night was lonely, I had a pair of black eyes, my gaze was omitted, the neon prosperity, but fixed in the splendor of fireworks.

The same children of light are abruptly separated, just because I am accustomed to short-term beauty, compared to long-term prosperity, my heart has long been promised to the fireworks to be brilliant and miserable - the life of fireworks is so short, from babbling to passing away. The short life is in full view, and I can't help but have ripples in my heart.

So, the eyes are swords, walking in the enchantment of light, accompanied by the last sigh of the withered leaf butterfly, piercing the heavenly curtain, ending with the stars.

I always like to run, because in this way I enter the enchantment of the wind. While others were still panting and busy arranging the ends of my hair that had been blown by the wind, I ran excitedly, letting the wind flick my long hair, and the wind said, "You are the most beautiful in the enchantment, because you are the freest at this time." I thought of a sentence from Guo Jingming's Illusory City, "King, please be free." "At this time, I often hope for a rain, not for the cold heart to be colder, but ...... “

Wind, please play "Kiss the rain" for me. ”

At the moment, the raindrops moistened my eyes mercilessly, yes, without mercy.

At the end of the road, the enchantments are becoming more and more numerous, and they are becoming more and more compact, because too much time has been crushed into dry lips and cannot breathe.

In this so-called best paradise, when everyone doesn't have to pay for their own desires, I sit by the window and wonder if the sun is shining outside, when the branches will sprout, and when the birds will return to their nests.

This is the little barrier I have drawn for myself in a short time, and outside the barrier is a group of people with crazy smiles, happy or sarcastic, completely ignored, I just want to face out the window, the spring flowers bloom.

Perhaps, in the eyes of others, I am inconspicuous or even inferior to an ant, but they don't know that they are unaware of the enchantment I have demarcated, and the label of that enchantment says "worldly". Who can lift up the wine that fills his soul and drink it with me?

I know that sooner or later, the barrier on my side will be broken, but I don't know when it will be connected to the path to the outside world.

So I wrote this whole diary, not only to record the life here, but also to record the sins of human nature, if I am lucky, maybe if. If anyone can actually see it, I hope you can learn from it.

Also, the pile of books I threw in the corner of the stove might come in handy at some point, and if possible, pass it on.

Don't be deceived by this paradise, don't indulge in it, and the most important thing is one, my house is built into a restaurant, remember that this ninth floor can be used in a loop, it can also be a passage, it can allow you to go to hell (also known as the peach source), and it can also allow you to return to your own reality.

Finally, I had a hunch that I didn't have much time left, and I knew that everyone who could come here must have some skills, so I can only remember what I have seen in my heart, and never talk about it again.

Because if you tell everybody about it, you're going to be doomed, what kind of disaster is that? I don't know. It's just a piece of advice, after all, I'm just a poor guy trapped here. ）

Seeing this, she can probably explain what she just discovered, although these things look at her spine cold, but she is helpless.

The only thing that shocked her was the timing of the payment. It actually says 2044, and if the date she wrote is true, then it may be a phenomenon caused by a wormhole.

But there's another hypothesis, if her perception of time is wrong, then how long has she been here, and how long has it taken for her to get out of here?

I don't know if I smile.

Because there was no way to get out, she began to work on those books, and another suspicion appeared, the names of these books, Hua Xiaomian felt that she had seen them somewhere?

After some thought, this sense of familiarity slowly brought back some of the memories.

That's right, that's it!

Hua Xiaomian felt that she was almost about to cry out in surprise. Yes, she had indeed seen these things in the attic, and when she saw them, the master only urged him to leave, and told him a thousand times, "You must not read the book here, and you must not move it, you know? It is a taboo, absolutely! No one is allowed to destroy it." Alright, get out of here!"

At the time, I didn't think anything about it, but according to the contents of the diary, this matter is indeed strange.

Before he could react, there was another knock on the door of this hall, which was very strange.

Hua Xiaomian was forced to interrupt her train of thought, so she had to get up and go over to open the door. The back of a human figure is standing at the door like this, and there is a scene like spring flowers blooming outside the door, and it is strange that she can step out, but when she walks to the other side of the person, she will find that it is still a back.

The man seemed to know what she was thinking, and said directly, "Let's go, follow me, I'll lead you to Taoyuan." ”

Out of polite vigilance, Hua Xiaomian pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Taoyuan, what Taoyuan?"

"As the name suggests, of course, it is the source of all desires. Let's go, follow me if you want to go. I will take you to heaven where you will have all you want. The man sneered lowly, with an indescribable sense of weirdness.