……

"Hello."

Connected the phone and put the cold screen of the mobile phone to his ear, Zhuo Xuan's voice seemed to be blown by the night wind, inexplicably cold.

On the way home, he thought about Fang Ting's affairs, and unconsciously became distracted. The sudden ringing of the phone startled him, but fortunately, the streets of the suburbs were empty, and no one saw his embarrassment.

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a long time, only the sound of breathing became heavier and clearer, and after a long time, the other party tentatively called: "Zhuo Xuan." ”

It was a man's voice.

This voice made Zhuo Xuan feel inexplicably familiar, he searched carefully in his mind, and soon fixed on a slender face, and couldn't help but respond suddenly: "Mao Lin?" ”

It's not that Zhuo Xuan's memory is good enough, but that more than an hour ago, these elementary school classmates had a party in Emgrand KTV. Mao Lin is among them, but his personality is relatively low-key, and he rarely participates in the coaxing.

Once, Mao Lin was also one of the few close friends of Zhuo Xuan.

It's just that after going to college, the intimacy of the past has been diluted by time. Later, Zhuo Xuan suffered misfortune, and his parents disappeared, which made him cut off all previous contact.

Receiving such a call on this deep winter night, Zhuo Xuan's heart was somewhat warm, but before he could start to reminisce, Mao Lin's next words slowly faded the smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Today, Fang Ting," Mao Lin seemed to be considering the words, he said slowly, but every word that came out of his mouth seemed to take away some part of his sanity, "She's still alive, right?" ”

It's a strange conversation.

However, at this moment, Zhuo Xuan's face suddenly became solemn, and the sadness and ecstasy in his heart were mixed, making his heart almost pop out.

That's, that's not my fantasy!

That fire really happened in the afternoon when she was eleven years old, and Fang Ting should have been buried in that fire.

Such a major and terrifying event should naturally be published in the news on the largest and most eye-catching page, and everyone should have heard about Fang Ting's misfortune.

However, when Fang Ting appeared in the box, what appeared on their faces was not doubt and fear, but indifference and joy.

It's like ...... Fang Ting's death is really just Zhuo Xuan's conjecture and fabrication.

The facts he learned from Mao Lin's mouth made Zhuo Xuan have goosebumps all over his body, and he trembled, not daring to imagine that he had intimate encounters with beasts again and again.

The beast manipulated everyone's memory, making them naturally ignore Fang Ting's death, and it definitely possessed no less wisdom than humans, disguised itself as Fang Ting, and fooled itself wantonly.

"Where are you, let's talk."

Zhuo Xuan's mood was complicated, he stroked his forehead and felt a layer of sticky cold sweat.

"Street Park." Mao Lin's answer was very brief.

Immediately afterwards, he hung up the phone and sent the location of the street park to Zhuo Xuan's mobile phone through the chat software.

Zhuo Xuan stared at the lit phone screen, his exhaled snort turned into a cloud of white mist, the familiar name was reflected in his eyes, and the information about this park in his mind repeatedly flooded into his heart, making him feel inexplicably embarrassed.

The park is about three kilometers away from his location, and it takes dozens of minutes to walk. Zhuo Xuan didn't want Mao Lin to wait too long in this cold winter, so he began to trot.

The scenery on both sides recedes behind you, and the hazy night is even more enchanting under the dim light of the streetlights. Zhuo Xuan's body rose and fell, and there seemed to be a fire burning in the lobes of his lungs.

Not because of the violent movements, but because of the increasingly familiar scene in front of you.

It was all like to take him back to that young high school days, slow and long. His nose exhaled more and more white mist, completely blurring the memories in his mind.

The street park built near Binhai No. 1 Middle School carries the memories of many teenagers in the past.

Every time school is over, close to evening, the park is filled with young men and women in school uniforms. They stayed here, formed a student couple, looked at the fountain that would appear on time every Friday, confessed and kissed in the midst of everyone's laughter, and enjoyed all the conveniences that youth brings.

Zhuo Xuan was also one of them, and he was very memorable to all this.

And that name that can't be remembered and can't be forgotten.

……

When he arrived at Jiexin Park, he didn't know if it was Zhuo Xuan's illusion, he always felt that it was darker.

Even though he came at a trot, it still took more than twenty minutes to reach his destination.

Perhaps because of the seasonal weather, there is no one in the street park on a late winter night. The flower beds, which still maintain a rich green color, are also a little sluggish, and several pine trees are neatly planted in the planned green area, silent and quiet.

"Mao Lin," Zhuo Xuan hesitated and called softly.

His voice was like a white mist drifting through the air, without a trace, without an echo; But when the cries entered his own ears, they seemed strange.

No response.

Zhuo Xuan was inexplicably a little flustered, he took a few steps forward, took out his mobile phone again, and dialed the unfamiliar number just now.

"Ding Ding!!"

The shrill bell rang suddenly, piercing the dead air.

Zhuo Xuan instinctively looked in the direction where the voice came from, and through the obstruction of several flower beds, he vaguely saw a quiet and motionless shadow.

"Mao Lin!" He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and frowned.

No response.

Rustling......

The sound of the soles of his shoes rubbing against the concrete floor suddenly became clear, and Zhuo Xuan held the phone tightly in his hand, his face gradually turning pale. He gently approached the still, seemingly asleep figure, and his expression suddenly distorted the moment his vision became clear......

"Ah————h

Zhuo Xuan gritted his teeth tightly, his whole body tensed, and his throat let out a low roar like a beast!

The figure leaning against a park bench was charred and blackened, emitting a strong stench of burning protein. Beside him, a mobile phone with a screen lit up vibrates, and with the vibration, it emits a series of piercing ringtones.

Ding Ding –

Zhuo Xuan suddenly felt that his throat had become dry, as if anger had evaporated the water in his throat, making him extremely thirsty. In this moment, he longed to kill, he longed for containment, he longed to return these injuries to the beast that brought them to him!

Just as Zhuo Xuan froze in place, a familiar electronic sound suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Terminal 0239, please accept Mission: Containment Beast."