"Yingying, run! Come on! "Dad grabbed my hand and ran away desperately.

I didn't know what was going on, but as the balloon fluttered weirdly, the whole world seemed to change and become full of malice.

An invisible wind blew behind us, chasing us from above. Wherever the invisible wind passed, the trees, the grass, everything, were cut neatly as if they had been cut by a sharp knife......

The strange wind chased after the two of us. My dad and I ran as hard as we could, and we got closer, getting closer and closer to the archway.

What happened after that, I don't know. Anyway, it was when I was six years old, and the only memory I had left was there.

Since then, I have truly understood what the wind is like for me, a nightmare of life!

I survived strongly!

I live in the crevices of every inch of atmospheric flow.

I dodged every shred of air agitation......

I want to live, do anything!

Because my life was bought by my father with death. No matter how filthy or filthy it is, I will obey his last words

Stay alive!

Mark Twain said that it is not ignorance that gets us into trouble, but fallacies that seem right. Fallacies are torturous and misleading. If it's serious, it can even lead you into an abyss from which you will never recover. ”

I think so.

At least as I read this, I was sitting in a café in a small city. In front of him was a cup of cappuccino with milk foam, the pure white color mixed with the black-brown coffee, and even the other was still spinning to the left.

On the drink list on the table, this line of famous words is written in bold font. It is estimated that the owner is also a man with a story.

It's a petty-looking café, and it doesn't seem to fit in with a run-down town with only a glass window. At least the simple folk town described by the young people only exists in utopia. The small-town style in the real world is more cruel than the big city.

This small place, called Fengling Town, is located in the south-southwest and is closed and remote. It's not as watery as its name. The old smell of the town can't be concealed even by hand-ground coffee in close proximity.

"Darling, you've been sitting here for at least ten minutes without speaking. Let's have a good chat! I guess I haven't finished telling my story yet. "Sitting across from me was a girl in her twenties. She wore an emerald green close-fitting suspender belt and a thin black coat that looked slender. The girl has a beautiful face, but the Chinese does not seem very good.

I tapped the coffee cup with a small spoon: "Let me guess, you are a British expatriate?" ”

"Darling, you guessed it!" The girl nodded.

"Sheffield grew up?" I said lightly.

The girl smiled and showed her beautiful eyes like a crescent: "Hmm." Darling, you know that? Investigated? ”

"Does this still need to be investigated? Only the girls who grew up in that hellish place opened and closed their mouths, and both men and women used Darling as a Hello. I shrugged my shoulders, picked up my cold coffee, and took a big sip.

Let's introduce myself as usual.,My name is Ye Bu Silent.,A melancholy boy with a strange name.,Always encounter strange events.。 22 years old, unmarried. This job is a dead college student studying naturalism, but in fact, he often skips school and works for a detective agency whose boss is Yang Junfei, whose boss is called Yang Junfei, in a small city in Canada.

This detective agency is made up of a certain purpose and corporate culture that I don't know yet, and it's full of items with supernatural powers.

The reason why he sat in a café in this small remote city in the south-southwest with the British overseas Chinese named Yuan Yue who spoke British Mandarin in front of him was actually not complicated, mainly from the introduction of a friend who was also an international student.

That friend and I don't know each other, and they are general friends. And I'm a person who is underwhelming, and I like to write about the strange things I encounter. Over time, people who read my books always thought that I was an expert in dealing with supernatural and paranormal phenomena. So when someone comes across something that seems to be inexplicable by common sense, they will pull me to take a look.

As a result, what is inexplicable by common sense is basically not the same as what science cannot explain. Most of those second-hand readers come to me for inconsequential things, and after listening to the first half of them, they are not interested.

But Yuan Yue's story is a little different. No, I didn't care about her story at all than telling a story, and after she just sent me something, I willingly flew from Germany to Windling. I came to this café as promised, waiting for her arrival.

"Darling, you're more knowledgeable than you say. I have a lot of confidence in you! Yuan Yue pointed to his face: "Let's listen to it, I must insist on coming here for the reason, it's easy to fight." I'm sure you'll be interested in listening to it too. ”

I nodded, spread my hands, and took on a 'please' gesture.

"This started half a year ago, although I am an overseas Chinese in the UK, I have always been very interested in the culture of my motherland. Therefore, it is often mixed in major domestic websites and social platforms. "The beautiful Yuan Yue has a steady voice that doesn't match her age. A person's clothing and tone of voice can tell a lot about it.

At least this British overseas Chinese, his birth must not be simple, and his family is either rich or expensive. There is always elegance in the tone of every word spoken.

"Human beings are actually very boring creatures, and every individual on the earth, even if they are in different cultures and different systems, the ultimate goal is actually the same. It's all about surviving, surviving. Yuan Yue licked her beautiful lips, and seemed to be a little unsure of where to start:

"Modern people have no worries about food and clothing, but they have forgotten their hearts and instincts. I was caught between the national network and the British network, between two cultures. The feeling of novelty is getting weaker and weaker. ”

"Until one day, I met her online." The girl's eyes, which were originally a little depressed, suddenly lit up when the word 'she' was mentioned!

"She?" I frowned. Yuan Yue called the word 'she' very vaguely, as if the girl herself couldn't be sure whether that person was male or female.

"Yes, it's her. It should be a girl, a girl almost my age. We met on a certain forum.,Add QQ.,At the beginning, there was still a chat without a match.,And then it's like the ID on other contacts.,There's nothing to talk about.,It's silent.。 But suddenly one day, she hadn't sent a message for a long time, and she actually sent me a message. ”

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