Before the darkness of dawn came, the creak of the rotten courtyard door woke her from her dream.

The man, the man with his face painted heavily and dressed in a clown costume, squeezed out of the courtyard door.

The night gives the world several possibilities, and all kinds of ideas will rush out without hindrance in the dark night.

The courtyard door creaked shut, and the last touch of dusk went down, restoring the original color of the world.

The figure was sturdible and scurrying forward in the darkness, running through the forest paths, and familiarly running on the intertwined mountain paths.

And her petite figure staggered far behind.

It's not that she deliberately wants to fall so far, it's really that she is trying to find the way forward in the strange night.

There are several families in the col on the left hand side of the wall of the primary school in the center of Taiping Town.

Typical farmhouse courtyard, secluded and quiet.

In the darkness, the two-story building of some age stood quietly.

The figure had a clear goal, and soon came to the gate of the courtyard.

He had been paying attention to this courtyard for a long time, until yesterday afternoon when he saw the figure on the balcony on the second floor.

Although the years have left a lot of traces on his body, he remembers that face very clearly.

The math teacher, the young teacher who slapped him in front of so many classmates in class.

Now that he has goosebumps, he is indeed big enough, and he is still alive and well, and he is alive waiting for the day when he will see him.

He was excited inside, and he was excited all night.

But he didn't shoot right away, and sometimes it's the best thing to be ready to go.

On such a night, the darkness before dawn is the best time, and after the darkness before dawn, there will be light.

He was looking forward to that bright moment.

It was very easy to open the courtyard door, and he could open it quietly.

The courtyard door was opened, and the fierce big black dog in the courtyard had already noticed it during the day.

A piece of drugged beef in his backpack was thrown out, and the dog even wagked its tail at him.

In this small building with a sense of age, only the old man on the second floor lives here, which also creates a good opportunity for him to do it.

But as he stepped up the steps to the second floor, the dog in the yard next door barked, and the barking became louder and louder.

Then, in the darkness of the night, a woman's screaming voice rang out, and that voice grew louder and louder.

The lights in the courtyards of the houses that had been silent just now turned on one after another, and the voices became noisy.

The door on the second floor opened, and the man appeared on the balcony on the second floor.

He immediately dodged under the flower shelf.

The sound of someone talking outside the courtyard gate.

"Teacher Lin, is Teacher Lin here?"

The guy on the second floor replied, "I'm here, what's going on?" ”

The voice outside: "I don't know, it seems to be a woman screaming, screaming miserably." ”

Teacher Lin's voice: "Oh, then I'll come down and take a look." ”

Mr. Lin came down from the second floor and walked straight across the flower shelf, the big black dog was indeed fierce enough, a piece of meat had already been eaten, and it was already crawling under the flower shelf at this time.

The sound of the courtyard door being closed, and the sound of the voice outside fading away.

He stepped out from under the flower shelf and was soon outside the courtyard gate.

Not far away, on the path leading to the town, a thin black figure was running desperately forward.

His large, exaggerated mouth grinned in the night.

Haha, it's you, or you, I want to take a look, who are you sacred?

In the night, figures rushed up the town.

The figure in front of her was noticeably slower than the figure behind her, and she was running forward with all her might. Not daring to look back, she knew that perhaps as soon as she turned around, that person would be one step closer to her, and she would be another target for him tonight.

She still has a lot of things to do, and she can't just throw in the towel so easily.

All she had to do was run as hard as she could.

On the night of the dream, she ran as desperately as she could.

The national highway is right in front of you, and the street entrance is right in front of you.

At the corner of the national highway, that balcony is right in front of you.

The moment she jumped up and closed the door on the balcony, she saw the man.

The man was running in a hurry on the national highway in the night.

Behind him, a van came in a hurry, and the light of the two headlights cast a shadow on the man.

It seems to be a light and shadow from hell.

Back in the room, I opened the curtains a crack, and the van was gone.

The shadow wandered back and forth on the national highway in the night, and she stared at him.

Then she saw him turn and run towards the little building, and leap up to the balcony.

In the small room, she didn't think about it, wrapped all the things on the bed into a ball, and hid in the closet with herself.

How long is the darkness before dawn!

Even though the door to the balcony had been locked from the inside, it wasn't too difficult for the man.

Soon, she heard the sound of the latch being opened, the pointy shoes on the floor.

Step by step, first wandering around the living room.

Then there is another room.

Then, he stopped in front of the door of his room.

Then, she heard the sound of the door being opened.

She held her breath, her shoulders shaking involuntarily in the darkness.

Footsteps sounded again, from the doorway to the window. I walked from the window to the door of the closet and stopped.

The suffocating sound of the wall clock on the wall was almost stopping.

Then, the wardrobe door was opened.

If he lifted the row of clothes that hung up, and the quilt underneath.

Then, she had nothing to hide in front of him.

However, it is a long still picture.

The man stood in front of the closet door for a long time, and the night outside the window turned a hazy fog.

Then, he finally turned around.

The sound of the extremely loud pointy shoes on the wooden floor grew farther and farther until it was no longer audible.

In the closet, the sweat from her palms was almost dripping water.

She still did not dare to come out, and sat down in the closet until the noise of the day came from outside.

She cautiously came out of it, all the doors open, including the one that led to the balcony.

She carefully checked every corner of the room to make sure it was safe before closing the balcony door.

Covering her panicked chest, she sat on the sofa, half a glass of water still not drunk.

Her pupils dilated, and on the TV stand, one, two, three, or four red clowns with their noses neatly arranged, smiling at her in unison.

The scene was familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere.