Listening to the weather forecast that there will be rain tonight, it is no wonder that the thick clouds are thick, tearing the huge full moon one by one. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The bronze ancient knocker was blown by the wind and rattled like a dull and desolate scream, which made people feel related.

I pinched the flashlight in my hand, and suddenly a gust of cold wind rushed into the open neckline, so cold that I shivered, scared me to quickly pull the zipper of my clothes, in a hurry, I don't know if it was because of the cold sweat in my hand or what, the flashlight took off his hand and rolled out a few times on the bluestone slab overgrown with ravines...... Extinguish! Finish!

"No...... Right! I let out a wail, turned my head stiffly, and looked at the empty street, the exquisitely carved beams of the house looked extremely hideous, and under the shadows, it seemed that a woman in red with a cloak could burst out at any time, staring at you with blood-red eyes.

Hey, I really shouldn't have watched so many horror movies, and even the ticking sound of water droplets dripping from the eaves was a bit like pink heels stepping on the brick surface and walking towards me step by step.

The creaking sound of wooden planks is like a bloody body crawling against the floor, staring straight at you with the whites of its eyes, making people shudder.

The chill in your back rushed straight to your head, and you didn't dare to turn back, if there was a pair of blue-gray hands behind you who were planning to jam your neck.

I was trapped in a terrifying atmosphere of self-infinitely reverie.

In the past few years, I have been afraid of walking at night, and I would rather wait in an unfamiliar convenience store and watch the sky turn over the fish belly, rather than walk alone on a dark path, always feeling as if there are hands somewhere ready to pull me into the abyss. I even sleep with the lights on, so much so that every time I see the electricity bill, it hurts me very much.

After leaving those people, I suddenly realized that I was afraid of the dark, but I used to have someone with me, thinking that I was not afraid.

I was afraid that a hand with an extra-long nail would also stick out from the crack in the stone, so I thought about it and took out my mobile phone to turn on the lighting function and continued to walk to the well-lit place.

Along the way, I can only rely on finding the so-called clues to distract my attention, and by the way, I can find Qiu Zhenzhen to report the latest progress, compared to my helplessness, Qiu Zhenzhen's side can be said to be like a god's help, and three clues to the location have been found, but when the enemy was cracked two strongholds, it is really infinitely emotional.

But then again, why can't she meet someone on her side, but I can't even touch a ghost on my side?

"Phew!" Ghost Yarn, I expressed my deep disgust at this behavior of touching my own moldy head, and secretly looked around my eyes, and continued to walk briskly.

"Huh?" In the row of closed doors, there was suddenly a half-open red door, and there was a cowhide lantern hanging on it.

All horror movies tell us a truth, Pandora's box should never be touched, but all the protagonists almost go to find out without hesitation as if they have been lowered.

Although I was not lowered, I still pushed the door open, not because I thought about the addiction of the protagonist, but because the organizing committee was too sinister and the road signs were too provocative.

"If you don't enter this Zhumen, you will be infertile for 2,000 years!"

Has the organizing committee watched too much about Mi Yuechuan and Zhen Huan recently? Half a minute after feeling distressed and cool, I walked into this deserted courtyard with my mobile phone in my hand, and it was still a little familiar when I looked at it, isn't this the murderous mansion in "The Mage Who Can't Die"?

Suddenly, the mind showed the Lori royal sister who was dressed in a red wedding dress, and looked at the dry well not far away in shock, and there was actually a long black hair floating, I was so frightened that my face turned pale, and I finally saw the onion head puppet under the black hair before I settled down, and my heart suddenly whipped the organizing committee a thousand times!

I finally calmed down, and suddenly I heard a "bang", and I turned around suddenly, and saw a white figure slipping through the crack in the door that was about to close, and then I heard the sound of something passing through the knocker.

I was stunned for a while, but I didn't react, and when I reacted, I thought about it carefully, what was that just now, what?!

I had been hovering on the verge of passing the grade, and I instantly ran to the door as if I had opened it, and pulled the door, only to hear the friction sound of "rattle", but I never saw the crack of the door open half an inch.

"Hey, who's out there? Open the door! I knocked on the door with all my might, but after knocking for a long time and dragging for a long time, there was no response, except for the cold wind that poured in through the crack in the door, and the outside was as quiet as an empty city, as if a claustrophobic space had been closed for me.

I naturally felt even more scared when I was already hovering in my heart, and I grabbed my mobile phone tightly, trembling and wanting to call Qiu Zhenzhen, and give her a micro address by the way, so that she could rescue me.

I shouted the word "true" at the beginning, the bright mobile phone screen suddenly went black, I stared at the phone automatically in a daze, and a sentence came to my mind: the house leak happened to rain overnight.

I almost want to just cry and faint, and I don't know if Qiu Zhenzhen can get my call for help!

The cold wind was bleak, and as soon as I thought of the rain leaking from the house, the sky was really drizzling, and in a blink of an eye, it was pouring down, and I didn't dare to run into the house, so I had to hide under the eaves and try to tighten my body. Although dialectical materialism tells me that there are no ghosts and gods in this world, I have always been a person with rich imagination and good at making up pictures in my brain, so even if my intellect tells me that this house is clean, I can't help but fear that something will float out of a corner.

In this regard, I can't compare to Yanyan, I have been tempered by Xuan Yongfeng since I was a child, and Xuan Meng has shown me small balls, flower fairies, Sailor Moon and the like since I was a child.

The rain curtain falling along the eaves was like a beaded curtain that could not be opened, like an enchantment in one of those fantasy movies, trapping me here. Of course, what really trapped me was the wooden bolt or the iron bolt outside the door, but I don't know if it was a prank by the organizing committee or the enemy's strategy, although there was some malice, but the organizing committee didn't seem to stipulate that you can't play tricks.

It's fate, all I can say is.

Compared with the silence just now, there is a little more rain now, which makes me feel a lot more at ease, but the rainy night is cold, and the wet place is a little uncomfortable, no wonder Tang Jiamo hates rainy days.

By the way, what is he doing here? He must have been even more reluctant to go out in such a heavy rain, and he certainly didn't know that I was trapped here.

I hugged my knees, my head was a little empty, and fragmentary memories couldn't stop jumping in front of me, is there such a majestic rainy night, Tang Jiamo stood in the rain, and there was a girl in white clothes and black dress holding him behind him. I can't see their faces clearly, and of course I can't see the look on Tang Jiamo's face at this moment, but according to Tang Jiamo's character, he is willing to be held by you so stupidly in the rain and not resist, I think this girl must have a lot of weight in his heart.

It's just who is this girl?

Tang Jiamo's first love?

I took a deep breath and couldn't help but feel a little depressed in my heart, it seems that my memory has really deteriorated a lot, or can a person really forget a lot of things when he really wants to forget?

From this point of view, one day I may never be able to remember all the things with Tang Jiamo, and it is not impossible.

I can't remember the guilt I felt about him, and I can't remember the love I felt for him.

Sometimes I can't tell whether the connivance of Tang Jiamo's various arrangements for Song Yu is unfinished or whether I feel guilty for my fraudulent death back then, to what extent do I want to make up for him?

Help him bring down Song Ye and help him completely clear up his marriage with the Song family?

He could have done it without me.

So what did I stay with him for?

Is it just because he wants me to stay with him? To this day, his thoughts still control me, what a terrible habit!

I think after this conference, I may have to have a good talk with Tang Jiamo, I used to rely on him to listen to him, but that is Song Kun, I am now Song Yu, and Song Yu can only rely on himself.

Shrunk his shoulders, his consciousness actually began to be a little confused, it is estimated that he has just eaten a little full, and he is sleepy, plus he was scared just now, and his spirit is a little slack at this time, and he is a little unable to stop and wants to sleep.

When I was sleeping dimly, I vaguely heard something moving outside the door, and subconsciously I wanted to open my eyes to see what was going on, but the strange thing was that my eyelids didn't obey the call, and the more I wanted to open them, the more I couldn't open them, and I was a little scared.

"Don't be afraid." The cool tone but with the warmth of early spring penetrated into my heart, which magically made me feel at ease.

Then I felt a pair of warm hands caress my forehead, and after a while, my body suddenly lightened and melted into a warm embrace, although it was also wet, but it was not cold at all.

I unconsciously shrank into that warm embrace, as if returning to the scene when I fell into the pool and was rescued by Tang Jiamo.

It was the first time I had seen him so angry that I was so frightened that I let him carry me through the crowd until their family doctor had repeatedly confirmed that I was nothing but frightened, and he stopped blackening his handsome face.

At that time, I began to feel, ah, Tang Jiamo doesn't like me a little.

I remember that I teased him at the time and said, "Tang Jiamo, do you have a crush on me, why are you so nervous?" ”

What did he say?

"Song Kun, where did your confidence come from?" With a deep voice, a warm smile hidden between my eyebrows, my handsome face slowly enlarged in front of my eyes, and my thin lips gently imprinted a kiss on my forehead.

What does that mean?

I froze there, looking at him with a smile on his face, my heart pounding.

It must have been a little warmer, and I finally had some strength to open my eyes, and the face that caught my eyes was so familiar that I couldn't tell for a moment whether it was in memory or reality, and I looked at him a little confused.

When I saw the wet hair on his forehead, it dawned on me that I hadn't woken up yet.

Since I haven't woken up, why is this dream uneasy for my memories to continue?

I was a little angry and frowned and asked him, "Why don't you kiss me?" ”

Tang Jiamo's handsome face was stunned, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his low cool voice was beautiful: "You want me to kiss you?" ”

I carefully recalled the scene back then, no, this dialogue doesn't seem to be like this.

"Who am I?"

There were some fragments in his mind, and he couldn't connect the logical order for a while, so he just replied blankly: "Tang Jiamo, ......"

Before the word was finished, the hand on the crook of the leg suddenly loosened, and when the foot had just landed and no one could stand firmly, one hand grabbed my waist and suddenly pulled me closer, and the other hand lightly supported the back of my neck, obviously cold lips, but the heat was intense and suffocating.