The sky suddenly lit up, and the girl raised her head: "No——! ”

A bolt of lightning struck the inside of the fence, and the eight-year-old girl witnessed the doom of the teenager.

"Never... Close to that wall... No... Death..."The girl ran wildly, almost falling, her father's words kept echoing in her mind, the legend of that many years ago.

She ran back, the manju sawa behind her wrapped in rain, like a pool of flowing blood, and beautiful petals withered in the rain. In an instant, a word crossed the girl's mind - death!

Will she die? Asking herself softly, although she didn't know what the word meant at the time, tears welled up in her eyes.

Eventually, she escaped from the woods and ran back to her house.

While the father was still asleep, the frightened girl suddenly became calm, and she decided not to let her father know what had just happened, and she decided to hide it.

When she woke up the next day, the girl was silent about what had happened the day before, as if she had never been out of the house.

More than ten years have passed, and the girl has grown into a woman.

She selectively forgot that past, but in the late autumn of the year when she was eight years old, on a thunderstorm afternoon, the unusually beautiful Manju Sahua, the poignant singing, the terrible black wall... and the boy's face became a nightmare that she couldn't get rid of.

This is the end of this memory, and Star Swirl stops reading her memories and returns to reality.

The girl had just left Mr. X's clinic, and it seemed that the hypnotherapy was working well, and a smile appeared on her lips.

The girl walked into an inconspicuous bookstore at the end of the alley, and when she entered, the clerk smiled at her affectionately: "Here we go again." ”

The girl nodded, she should be a regular here. At the moment, the bookstore is deserted like a morgue, and there is not a single customer in front of the shelves.

The girl's gaze swept over the name of each book, eventually landing on a copy of Anna Karenina at the end of the shelf.

Suddenly, a man's hand picked up the book.

He appeared without a sound, but stubbornly broke into her sight.

The man wore a knee-length dark gray trench coat with a raised collar that covered most of his cheeks, and his whole body was covered in gray and black colors.

Such a person shuttles through the night, as if it were a shade of gray.

The girl couldn't see his face clearly, and could only look at his silhouette. The man took the book to his eyes and looked at it for a while, then put it back on the shelf.

He was eerily quiet when he read a book, and he didn't even make a sound when he turned the book.

The girl took a light step to the left, and just then, the man looked up and looked at her.

He was looking at her, and she looked back at his special eyes. The pupils are dark and unfathomable, as if there is something mysterious hidden in them, full of seduction.

Star Swirl's eyebrows also skipped a beat, if the black eyes in front of her were replaced by blue eyes, it would undoubtedly be Mr. X, this kind of look is really very similar.

However, the slight difference is that the eyes of the man in front of him are too melancholy, as if covered with a layer of mist, and lack the firmness and composure in Mr. X's eyes.

Facing the man's gaze, the girl lowered her head in a bit of a panic, not daring to look again. But when she looked up again, the man was still looking at her.

Could it be that in his eyes, he is also special? The girl's heart was cranky, and her heart beat faster, and crimson welled up on her slightly pale cheeks.

This man should only be twenty-five or sixteen years old, and the girl may be just an ordinary and simple schoolgirl in his opinion.

The man took a few steps forward, less than a meter away from the girl, and his emaciated cheeks and the blue glow of his jaw had already fallen into the girl's eyes.

He still looks expressionless, but not the kind of person who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world. Soon, his gaze took away from the girl's face and returned to the bookshelf.

The girl's throat rolled, and she felt that she should say something, but like a mute who could not speak, she could only communicate with him by eye contact.

"It's time for the bookstore to close, so please come back tomorrow." The clerk's voice appeared behind them.

The man still didn't speak, just nodded politely at the girl, and then left the bookstore quickly.

The clerk didn't seem to react yet, but still said, "Please come back tomorrow." ”

The girl's gaze stayed at the door where the man had disappeared, and she let out a long breath: "That person... Will it still appear..."

"What?" The clerk asked suspiciously.

The girl shook her head: "Nothing. ”

She lowered her head, and suddenly saw a dark gray square object under her feet, she bent down to pick it up, and it turned out to be a leather purse.

The clerk looked at the purse in the girl's hand and said, "It should have been the person who fell just now." ”

The girl suddenly clenched her purse and said, "Put it here with me, and I'll give it back to him." ”

"You know him?"

The girl did not answer the clerk's question, and hurried out of the bookstore, as if she were afraid that someone would stop her from behind. What is she doing in her heart? It's not for the money.

All the way to the station, she slowly spread out her palms, the gray-black leather is a little old, but it has a good texture.

The girl opened her purse, and in the transparent mezzanine there was a yellowed photograph, and those clear eyes were her!

Her heart tightened suddenly, and the photo seemed to be the one she had originally attached to her student ID.

Who is this man? Is he stalking himself? The girl closed her purse in a panic, and her eyes fell on the pattern printed on the corner of the purse, which was Manju Sahua.

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The next evening, the girl came again in the bookstore. She stood in front of the bookshelf with Anna Karenina, her eyes fixed on the outside. In the pocket of her blouse, there was the gray-black purse.

She was waiting for him to appear.

The clock went from five o'clock in the afternoon to eight o'clock in the evening, and the bookstore was approaching the time for proofing, and in the end, only the girl and the clerk were left.

The girl put the book back on the shelf, she didn't read a word, maybe the man didn't realize that he had lost his wallet. The girl sighed.

That's when he came.

The distance between the girl and his eyes was only a dozen centimeters, and he could feel his breathing closely. The man stood on the other side of the bookshelf, looking at her through the gap between the books.

The girl involuntarily took a step back, a hint of fear in her eyes.

The corners of the man's mouth moved slightly, and those eyes seemed to say, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Photo! Why do you have my picture, the girl's brain is completely occupied by that yellowed photo. She breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling, and the voice finally rushed out of her throat: "Wallet." ”

The man didn't react for a moment, still looking at him with that look.

Could this man really be a mute?

Not.

"Wallet?" He asked rhetorically, his voice soft, a little magnetic.