As they walked a little further, the mouth of the gorge suddenly opened up, and a circular clearing appeared in front of them, surrounded by high cliffs, which happened to leave a shadow on the clearing. At the foot of the straight cliff, the spring water gushes out, like a clear pool. The sand and gravel at the bottom of the pond are as white as snow, and there is a mushroom-shaped hazelnut tree growing on the edge of the pond, which is luxuriant because it is not attacked by strong winds and absorbs the nourishment of sweet springs. Under the thick shade of the trees is the fine grass that is like a natural bed.

"It's a natural sight." Lin Jingdu sighed, and simply leaned on the hazelnut tree, sat down lazily, and enjoyed the natural scenery without any care.

Nietzsche's ghost said: "This is a good place for men and women to date—"

This ambiguous and warm sentence made Lin Jingdu leave the whole world behind. Her face took on a soft, cheerful look, as if it were the only refuge she had had in the aftermath of a wounded soul, to experience a pure bliss. Nietzsche's ghostly gentle eyes, charming manners, like waves flowing into her heart.

Nietzsche's ghost stared at her with a moth-like swaying gaze, and she asked uncomfortably, "Do you often date girls here?" ”

"No," said Nietzsche's ghost in disappointment, "I have lived in China for a month, and I have not met a girl who fascinates me." ”

Lin Jingdu shrugged regretfully and said, "How can you meet a good girl in the barren mountains and forests!" Unless you live in a fairy tale...... One day, you are walking in the deep forest, you may suddenly meet a lovely and charming fairy, two eyebrows, eye to eye, and then come to an unforgettable love. ”

Nietzsche's ghost smiled, and the smile dotted his eyebrows and chin. These beautiful, graceful, and precise curves, with the powerful charm of the essence of life, Lin Jingdu secretly looked at him carefully, and the strong attraction on his body could not help but stir her heart.

Nietzsche's ghost said nonchalantly: "God really favored me and let me meet fairies in the mountains and forests." ”

Lin Jingdu clearly felt that the person in front of him was conveying something-

"Really?" Lin Jingdu's eyes flashed with wisdom, and he said longingly, "I really want to be a fairy, and a fairy without troubles." ”

Nietzsche's ghost reverently said: "- You are the fairy of fairy tales." ”

Lin Jingdu's face turned red suddenly, and he changed the topic uncomfortably and said, "You better experience the scenery here quietly!" Stop fantasizing! How can a mortal be an immortal! ”

Nietzsche's ghost said: "Well, none of us speak, just silently enjoy the natural scenery here...... Keep looking ahead, don't look around. ”

Lin Jingdu nodded, her eyes full of happiness.

The air is fresh, the cuckoos are singing on the young branches, the earth is thriving, the thin, soft damp morning mist rolls around, the flowers and trees are smeared with white dew, and the branches and leaves glow black in the gray air. The tall hedges glittered like ghosts, and it was a morning full of new life.

"Fairy—you're the fairy I'm looking for." Nietzsche's ghost spoke suddenly. It turned out that he had set a small trap for her to focus on the scenery. He looked at her carefully, never looking at the scenery.

Lin Jingdu said angrily: "You tease me!" You're taking advantage of the opportunity to peek at me. ”

Nietzsche's ghost said, "I didn't tease you. - It's just a romantic little game. ”

Lin Jingdu pointed to a messy grass in front of him and said, "You see that there is a piece of grass that has been bent, as if someone has come here to rest, to be exact, someone has been lying on that grass." ”

Nietzsche's ghost smiled and said, "That's where I slept!" - I often come here and lie on the grass and remember a murder story that a friend told me. ”

Lin Jingdu asked in surprise: "Murder story? Has your friend ever killed someone? ”

"Yes, that's what I've ever heard in my life – the most exciting, thrilling and realistic story, much more fun than a movie novel!" Nietzsche's ghostly saying, "The murderous scenes he vividly described were like exquisite images, which were imprinted on my mind and could never be erased." ”

Lin Jingdu frowned and said in surprise: "The killing scene is like a beautiful picture!" I think...... I think this metaphor is a little too cruel and unfair to the dead. ”

"It's not cruel at all, it's a very beautiful scene: a young, sexy woman lying in a pool of bright red blood, like a blooming rose, very beautiful. And their pale faces, like wax, white wax that can be ignited. He reveled, as if talking about his romantic encounter.

These words sounded terrifying, Lin Jingdu's nerves couldn't help but tense slightly, her brows furrowed, and she stammered: "You said this, okay...... It seems to ...... impersonal and gives the impression of not valuing life".

"You seem to be afraid of killing?" Nietzsche's ghost said, "But I want to tell you that one cannot experience one's own death, and that experiencing the death of others can make your mind and heart whole." ”

Lin Jingdu looked at him blankly, feeling that what he said was creepy, and it seemed that it did not come from the mouth of the foreign gentleman in front of him, but the dream words of the villain.

Nietzsche's ghost looked into her eyes and said, "I see that there is a trace of melancholy hidden in your eyes, you should have encountered an unhappy thing recently, so you went to this deep forest alone to run and release the resentment in your heart." ”

Lin Jingdu asked, "Are you ...... How can you tell? ”

Nietzsche's ghost said: "—you've always had your heart on your mind!" ”

Lin Jingdu said: "I think I should go back. ”

Nietzsche's ghost asks, "Don't you want to hear a moving murder story?" I want to share that wonderful story with you. ”

Lin Jingdu was surprised: "Moving? Murder is still moving? ”

Nietzsche's ghost said: "I want to tell you the murder story that my friend told me—that sometimes people die because of a moving thing." ”

Lin Jingdu asked: "You mean that sometimes death is more moving than life?" ”

Nietzsche's ghost flashed with pious eyes and said, "Yes." I want to share with you the murder stories I've heard. …… I think you'll get caught up in it like you're watching a movie or a novel. You'll love the story I've relayed to you, and of course, I want you to fall in love with me. ”

Lin Jingdu cast a glance at him, her cheeks flushed with a faint flush, just like the reflection of a rose in a mirror.

Lin Jingdu stood up and said, "I'm really leaving—"

Nietzsche's ghost asks, "Don't you want to hear me tell you stories about murder?" ”

Lin Jingdu asked suspiciously: "Do you want to keep me with storytelling?" ”

The ghost of Nietzsche replied firmly: "—Yes." ”

Lin Jingdu said: "I haven't decided yet, whether I want to listen to you tell a murder story." ”

Nietzsche's ghost looked into her eyes and said, "You don't look like an indecisive person!" ”