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Memories constitute a person's past, and emotional perception distinguishes us from other living beings, but ......

But she couldn't catch anything......

With cold floors, white walls, and blinding white light, it's a corridor with no end in sight! Everything was filled with a chill.

Molly felt imprisoned by something, unable to move.

There's a wheezing sound in my ears, who's it!

"Comb, run!"

Who's talking and who's talking!

"Comb, don't look back! Run! ”

The wind, with its blazing heat, violently swept through Molly's limbs.

It's blasting, and this feeling is blasting.

"Suzu ......"

The picture gradually blurred, consciousness returned, and when I opened my eyes, the floor-to-ceiling curtains came into view, and the ringtone of my mobile phone was in my ears.

In my dreams, I didn't realize that I had wet the pillow towel with tears. She was in a trance in that strange dream again, and the feeling of fear and trembling continued.

The room was very dark, and Molly sat up and habitually glanced around, and after making sure that it was correct, she stared at the quilt with a somewhat loose look.

It took a moment before Molly reached out to pick it up.

"Hey."

"My dear sister, don't tell me you haven't gotten up yet!!"

Colin's tone of laughter came from the other side of the earpiece, a low and hoarse male voice with an evil aura, and a slight echo at the end, which had a seductive sense of charm.

Molly didn't feel anything else.

"Tell me!"

"Open the door!"

Outside the door, a man in a black punk-style suit, leaning against the door, holding a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the blue sky decadently, the dazzling sunlight made him squint, but he refused to look away, and his toes rubbed the ground from time to time, looking a little impatient.

Throwing off her phone, Molly got up and walked to the window, opened the curtains, and the light poured down unbridledly, and fine dust flew in the air.

Molly stood in the light, her eyes drooping, her eyelashes casting shadows, her long black hair draped behind her back, still, the golden sun shining on her as if it were a dream.

She felt the temperature, but there was no warmth, and she had long lost the ups and downs of emotion.

After a few minutes, he walked downstairs. He opened the door, glanced at him, and turned to go to the kitchen, where Colin smiled indifferently and threw his cigarette out the door and followed her.

When he got to the kitchen, Colin leaned against the wall, which happened to be a blind spot of light, and looked at Molly from the darkness, looking at her with complicated and obsessive eyes.

"When are you leaving?"

"Next week!"

Colin tilted his head and smiled, a dark fire flashing in his eyes: "Go to City A?"

"Or else! Quentin's intel shows that it's their stronghold! ”

"Not only that, you want to go too, don't you?"

Colin took a few steps and gathered her between the refrigerator and him, staring at her with blood-devouring madness in his eyes.

"You want to go see them! My dear sister! Don't forget, we've come to this day with blood! ”

The warm breath was in her ears, the tip of her tongue licked her face ambiguously, and Colin smiled lowly.

Molly looked up at him, but Colin backlit her couldn't see his face clearly, but her eyes could see clearly.

Molly's black pupils showed a hint of chill, and there was no trace of emotion in her eyes, like a huge black hole, bottomless.

"I haven't forgotten, you think too much!"

After speaking, his left hand swiped lightly in the air, and a little red light flashed between his fingers, but he saw that Colin's whole person flew out and hit the wall heavily, making a "bang" sound.

The whole room shook.

"No?"

Colin was lying on the ground, one leg propped up against the wall, staring blankly upward, laughing maniacally, but whimpering.

The last laugh stopped.

The room fell silent all of a sudden, except for the "whining" sound of the kettle. Molly walked over and turned off the power.

Neither of them was talking, and the room was not cold, but both of them felt a chill.

After half a ring, Colin stood up, no thought could be seen on his face, he was extremely calm, a pair of blue eyes stared at her motionlessly, like a calm lake, only endless peace!

"Davina said, she saw a distorted white picture!"

"Hmm!"

Both understood that the distorted white color represented the imminence of death. At such a sensitive juncture, no one knows at what point the timetable of death, which represents the end, will fall on whom!

"We're all just asking for one more relief!"

The two looked at each other, and from each other's eyes, they just saw endless sorrow!

"We'll be fine!" Molly reached out and took his hand, her expression was very indifferent, except for the slight softness in his eyes, but it didn't take long for even that softness to fade away in the black pupils.

Colin looked at her like that, suddenly laughed, and took a step back against the wall, regaining his previous ruffianism and decadence.

He lit another cigarette, the smoke swirled beside him, and his eyes suddenly looked at Molly's calf, and a dark purple blood streak appeared on her skin at a speed visible to the naked eye, which looked hideous compared to the skin around her.

"You've had inexplicable injuries since you were a child!"

"Maybe!"

Molly looked at her wound and her eyes were full of tenderness.

It was a rare connection between her and him. How I love such wonderful connections. Even if it brought her only trouble and pain. But that's at least, to prove that you're still alive.

After a few silences, Colin left.

The house is quiet again.

There was a wind blowing through the window, blowing her hair, Molly looked up at the window, her eyes were washed by the wind, faintly watery, as if she was in a daze, her nose was slightly fanned, motionless like a sculpture.

Cold...... It's really cold......

A chill emanating from the heart.

Molly stood for a moment before slowly walking upstairs, into the room, and taking out a picture from the drawer of the cupboard next to the bed.

Looking at the man in the photo in her hand, Molly had a rare smile in her eyes.

The definition of the photo is not high, it is magnified after being shot from a distance, and the person in the photo is wearing camouflage uniform, with oil paint on his face, holding a sniper rifle, hiding in the grass, almost blending in with the grass.

But it can still be clearly recognized that the resemblance between the person and Molly's appearance is very high, especially a pair of eyes, but one is handsome male and female, and the other is more feminine.

His eyes were firm and powerful, like a beast staring at its prey, calm and extremely dangerous, while Molly was cold and ruthless, even a little godless.

This photo was an accident!

Molly stared at him like that, the long-lost feeling of joy gradually spread in her heart, she could feel her emotions very clearly, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, but it didn't take long for that feeling to be put into an ice room, and it was gradually cold.

She could clearly feel that her emotions were passing.

Although the side effects have been consciously suppressed in the past few years, how long can she last, 1 year, 2 years?

As she became stronger, human emotions were slowly devoured like sacrifices. But without that, what was left of her!

Molly still vividly remembers the fear she felt when she found out about her side effects, but now, that fear, fear, and despair have gradually disappeared.

I don't know how long it took for her to be pulled out of the whirlpool of feelings.

Putting down the photo, the sun still tries to warm her body, but it is always superficial and cannot shine on her heart.

Subsequently, it was business as usual.