Xu Guo was lying on the sofa in the living room, and Xia Mo was sitting on a wooden chair next to him. In Xu Guo's hand, a page of white paper was covered with bloodstains, which were not messy blood, but words written in blood.

The person who handed over the blood book to Xu Guo was very mysterious, handed it to him, and quietly left. Xu Guo was puzzled, and suddenly thought that Xia Mo was a policeman, so he could ask Xia Mo to help him see what was on the blood book.

Xia Mo saw the words on the paper just now, and she didn't know them. Xia Mo has seen many words in the world, but he has never seen such words.

The handwriting on this paper looks strange, like some special symbol. The words on the paper, bright red and bright, seem to glow slightly, the more you look at this word, the more inexplicable.

The word has been identified as not any word on earth, and the blood on paper is not the blood of any living thing on earth. Xia Mo has always had excellent skills in detectives, but this time, she became sad and fell into this cloud.

The paper was in Xu Guo's hand, Xu Guo was lying down, his eyes closed, and with his brain, he couldn't think of what kind of creature the blood on the paper was for the time being. Aliens? Xu Guo didn't dare to jump to conclusions.

Xu Guo has seen strange things, and he has heard a lot of them, but this time this strange thing, he ran to his side and became a close participant. Xu Guo can finally understand how worried those scientists who are troubled by the problem are, and at this time, he is in pain like a scientist.

Xia Mo thought about the words on the paper, she seemed to have figured out some clues, the words on the paper, in Xia Mo's opinion, were related to the collective suicide of the villagers in the forest. The scene of many people hanging themselves collectively that Xia Mo and Liu Ting saw in the forest is still vivid, and the words or symbols on the paper reminded Xia Mo, Xia Mo thought hard, trying to find the answer to the collective hanging of the villagers.

Xia Mo left in the afternoon, taking the paper covered in blood symbols with her. Xu Guo judged that Xia Mo may have followed the information prompted by the symbol and explored the clues.

Xu Guo was in an empty room, and he was not interested, so he took out the wine from the refrigerator and drank by himself. He was pitiful, and he could only get pleasure from this sweet wine.

Xu Guo likes to swim, especially in the wild river. Xu Guo drove the vehicle along the road flanked by tall trees and reached a tree. There are no other vehicles here, and there are no other people. Xu Guo got out of the car, walked to a meadow, looked at the grass, and looked at the river in front of him.

He stripped naked, jumped into the water and began to swim. He gets infinite pleasure from this nature, he likes the smell of the forest, he likes the smell of the river, he likes everything here.

After swimming, Xu Guo went ashore, wiped his body clean, and put on his clothes. Sitting in the car, there is still the coolness of the river on my body.

It's not a city, it's a riverside. Xu Guo found that until now, he has not been able to understand what the city is, just as he cannot understand the nature in front of him. Maybe it's because there are too many buildings, too many streets, and too many people in the city, and the city is very complicated, and it is normal for a person and an individual to not understand the full content of the city. Xu Guo saw here, there were many trees, many flowers and plants, not every grass, Xu Guo could be named. Whether facing the city or nature, Xu Guo felt that there were too many unknowns, and the huge unknown wrapped Xu Guo, and Xu Guo fell into confusion.

But people still have to explore the world, try to expand their horizons, and learn more about those things they have not yet known. Maybe that's what's interesting about the world, it's big, it's abundant, and you can explore it to your heart's content.

The blood book about the collective hanging of the villagers has long been forgotten by Xu Guo. In this breeze, Xu Guo stood on the green grass and looked at the white clouds in the blue sky.

Beads recently organized a World Book Club, which is going to host a gathering of cultural scholars from many countries around the world at a café in Lost City. Xu Guo is one of the objects of Zhuzi's invitation, Xu Guo is not a cultural scholar, not a writer, he is a good friend of Zhuzi.

At the café in the Lost City, Xu Guo participated in this reading club hosted by Zhuzi as promised, and many Americans, British, RB people, French, Germans, Dutch, etc., came. Everyone sits together and prepares to exchange writing, translation, culture, and so on. All the faces are full of anticipation.

Beads has been doing biological research, or in Lost City, or going to other places, whether it's in Lost City, or on a business trip, she's happy. Being able to do what you love will make you feel very different.

Xu Guo sat in the corner and listened to everyone talk about interesting things. He saw beads, dressed in beautiful black clothes.

In the warm light, the beads communicated with the crowd. Throughout the whole process, Xu Guo didn't say a word, just listened quietly.

After the meeting, Zhu Zi found Xu Guo, and Xu Guo praised the gathering. This is different from the previous meetings that Xu Guo attended, and Xu Guo is very optimistic about this reading club.

I am very happy to be able to communicate with people who love literature from many countries in the world, and to be able to talk about some hot issues in the world.

Next to the subway station, Zhu Zi and Xu Guo saw off a few friends, and the two returned to the river. The river in the city adds moisture to the city and gives people a moist feeling. If there is no river in the city, it will feel dry.

The willow trees at the water's edge, hanging down. The people who designed this city learned about garden design and other related knowledge, and knew how to plant willow trees at the water's edge, and there are many willow trees on both sides of this waterway. Every year, there will be a lot of catkins flying and demons dancing.

Zhuzi felt that Xu Guo had a breath on his body, and Xu Guo revealed that he had swam in the wild. Beads refer to the faint fishy smell of the wild river, not only fishy, this taste is rich, and it is the unique smell of the river that is characterized by freshness.

Xu Guo looked at the beads' eyes, he hadn't looked at the beads like this for a long time. Approached the beads and kissed them. He kissed with Zhuzi, and then kissed, hugging Zhuzi's waist, and Zhuzi hugged Xu Guo tightly.

There is a game hall not far away with some fun games. Beads pull Xu Guo over, enter the game hall, buy game currency, and play games. The games here are all very fun, beads don't come to play often, Xu Guo, I haven't played at all. The whole process beads taught Xu Guo how to play and how to play.

Xu Guo is a smart man, and under the guidance of Zhuzi, he quickly learned the game here. Xu Guo was not familiar with the game, so he played seriously and tried to cooperate well with the beads.

In three hours, Xu Guo came over without feeling it, so fast, so fast. Happy times are always so fast, without feeling, just come.

Coming out of the arcade, the two walked down the deserted street. The streets are desolate because there are no people on the road and, more importantly, a cold wind blows.

When Zhuzi saw the cigarette shop next to it, he went in to buy wine and bought a bag of beer, which contained almost ten beers.

Zhu Zi and Xu Guo sat on the curb, and the beer bag was put on the ground. The two of them drank beer in the wind, and after drinking a can of beer, they both felt a little cold and their bodies were cold. The two snuggled together, like a man and woman in a fairy tale.

The bead threw a can into the middle of the road, and a car drove by, crushing the can. The beer cans that have been crushed and look cool in the wind.

Xu Guo drank three times in a row, and the beads did not show weakness, and he quickly drank three times.

When there were still three cans of beer left in the bag, the two of them couldn't drink it anymore and didn't want to drink it. Standing up, the street looked as cold as the deflated can.

The two of them tilted their bodies and walked about a hundred meters, and Xu Guo suddenly remembered that the remaining three beers were not taken. I don't want the beads, and I wave my hand to show that I don't want them.

After walking forward for another fifty meters, Xu Guo turned back. I saw a cleaner sitting down on the curb on the side of the road, opening one of the three cans of beer, and drinking it. The cleaner's broom was placed on the side of the road, and he was alone, drinking beer in the wind. He was a slightly older uncle, with a beard and stubble, and a white beard.

Standing on the bridge, the beads looked under the bridge, and Xu Guo also looked under the bridge. Under the bridge is the road, and the traffic on the road is endless. Here are the viaducts, these long viaducts, which give an icy feel. The cars under the bridge, and perhaps many of the people in the vehicles, felt the warmth and rushed to the luxurious ball, but the people on the road and in the wind, watching all this and listening to the sound of mechanical cars, would have some sense of boredom.

Some villages on the edge of the city, although they are called villages, have developed to the same extent as cities. The original land was acquired, and of course the acquisition had to be paid, and those who lost the land easily received a huge amount of money. However, there will be many urban villages, which are the existence of erosion in the city. The city is compared to an apple, and the dirty and messy urban village is the rotten part of the apple, and that part is not glorious, not bright, and not bright.

And what Xu Guo saw on the bridge was how prosperous it was, with tall buildings, clean and tidy wide roads, and a tidal flow of cars. Zhu Zi and Xu Guo walked down the bridge, and the wind under the bridge was light.

Zhu Zi pulled Xu Guo home, Zhu Zi made a pot of tea, and before they could take a sip of tea, Xu Guo held her in his arms. They had been separated, but after years of baptism, they felt that each other was a more suitable person.

The pot of tea they brewed was all drunk after they kissed. The beads wanted to go for a drive, where to go, did not think well. Xu Guo got into her car, she took a taxi, and got it several times, but the car didn't start. She is not a qualified driver. Maybe Xu Guo is too handsome, sitting next to her, she is nervous.

The car finally left, and the car slowly moved forward. Xu Guo is worried about Zhuzi's driving skills, in case her skills are not good and she hits a tree on the side of the road, it is a trivial matter for the car to break, and if the person is broken, she will be hospitalized. Zhuzi's driver's license, Xu Guo suspects that it was bought with money.

The car drove through a bustling city and stopped in front of a bar. In this bar, there is loud music, and if you get close to it, you can hear its enthusiastic voice.