He was already quite familiar with the space design of the Dou family's house, and the buildings in the world of horror legends were no different from the real Taiping Town, but the roads and vistas along the way became a little strange. Referring to the experience of the first horror legend, Xu Yunge came to the door of Dou's house and did not rush to startle the snake.

The nature of the ghost's curse was just restrained by the curse of destruction, Dou Mengyao's identity and whereabouts were a little suspicious, and the main task at the moment was to confirm Dou Mengyao's identity.

"It's also strange to say, not only do I not know the character of Dou Mengyao, but I don't even see her in person. I just subconsciously knew about her, and tried to find her, could it be that the horror legend had already begun, and I didn't realize it? ”

“…… Maybe it's my reluctance to accept reality since the moment I picked up the curse. ”

Suddenly, a bell rang to attract Xu Yunge's attention. I saw a figure hurriedly ring the alarm clock, opening the cabinet and rummaging through something.

Looking indoors through a deep flush, Dou Mengyao walked to the kitchen, and occasionally turned to the side to see Xu Yunge a little stunned: she and Dou Xinwei looked almost identical, but her face was a little more mature and strong, her eyebrows were a little tired, but the corners of her eyes and mouth were a little satisfied.

Seeing her wearing an apron and rummaging with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, the aroma of home-cooked meals gradually dissipated, and her demeanor was so focused that she didn't notice the stranger peeping out the window. It's like just making dinner for yourself, lonely and selfishly enjoying some delicious food, not for anyone. I caught a glimpse of her smiling, and I felt that she was waiting for someone to come home, waiting for someone to open the door and call out her name or alias, and then turn around and smile to prove that she was alive and well.

Once upon a time, Xu Yunge longed for such a calm and simple life, and it was good to be able to meet and smile with his family. No matter how fortunate it is to leave your hometown and work hard outside, as soon as you get home, you don't need to talk about any big truths, you will get a few words of comfort when you make mistakes and get hurt, and all the efforts are worth it.

A phone call, are the clothes you are wearing still warm when it's cold again?

A text message, a longing or loneliness, there is always someone willing to respond.

Life is a dream, even if the hands are clenched tightly, silently thinking that we will go to the earth together, but the loss of relatives or having happiness seems to be an involuntary fate. At the corner of the intersection, I was thrown away by my parents, and when I got lost, I used a stinky temper and an indifferent face to learn to be strong.

The years have left scars on everyone's back, or twists and turns, or twists and turns, and in the end, fireworks are easy to cold and easy to disperse. Counting his age and growing up in a hurry, he found that he had nothing in his hand, regret and regret that he still didn't want to die, and he was used to packing up his mood and moving forward.

If that's Dou Mengyao, is she real?

The edge of the pocket seems to be a little heavier, and even if no one touches it, it will suddenly become entangled into a knot. A lost man, eclipsed by the happiness of others, did not want to continue to watch, he quietly climbed into the window of the living room and sneaked into Dou Mengyao's room.

No matter how you say it, Dou Mengyao is also an adult, under mature thoughts and self, a woman who will be ready to change her fate with the national examination will not be too stupid. And when she sees other people's family reunions, will she remember where her father went?

Flipping through the diary that has not yet been cleaned up on the desk, Dou Mengyao's handwriting is very good-looking, like a literary and artistic girl who will appear in every school class, which will leave a good impression at a glance.

I saw that it read:

My mother has been sick for a long time, and the medical expenses are so expensive, what should I do? Sometimes I was suddenly afraid of losing her, but I couldn't fall down in front of my sister, so I had to lie to myself that my mother would get better soon.

Maybe we have to fight against life all our lives, and in the end, we still have to accept the departure of our loved ones and never return. But some people choose to immerse themselves in the abyss of sorrow, let the darkness swallow up the hope and light of life, and become numb and indifferent to everything. But some people choose to accept the sober reality, cherish the beauty and happiness of the past, and move forward bravely no matter how painful it is.

Everyone has different choices, and everyone is going to a different fate. If one day my writing is no longer forced to survive, to vent negative emotions. Maybe I can know myself honestly, learn to cherish my family and dreams, and take good care of the only feelings I have.

This page of text, looking at the ink, has just been written, and at the end of the diary, a question mark is marked. I don't know if Dou Mengyao is at a loss for life, or even she doesn't believe what she wrote.

"Could it be that Dou Mengyao is a young woman of literature and art?" Xu Yunge closed the diary, opened the drawer and rummaged through it gently. He just needs to properly turn through some information that is easy to understand the character traits of the characters, and this kind of thing peeping into the hearts of others sometimes reminds Xu Yunge of himself a long time ago.

The more you rely on those memories of the past, the easier it is to become vulnerable, and those who move forward cannot always be full of regrets and nostalgia for the past. It doesn't make sense for him to cry his nose when he is weak, after all, Xu Yunge is not a Mary Sue, he doesn't have colorful hair, and he doesn't have tears that bring people back to life.

After a gentle search, Xu Yunge found that Dou Mengyao's material life was very frugal, and many of her stationery were not luxuries, even the empty pen tube that was used without ink was still stored in the drawer.

It's just that what makes Xu Yunge strange is that Dou Mengyao still has the habit of writing letters.

A few hand-painted letters with the imprint of the animal's face were hidden at the bottom of the pile of empty pens and pressed against a piece of cardboard. If Xu Yunge hadn't touched the cardboard and noticed that the touch was a little elastic, he wouldn't have turned to these strange letters.

"Where did these letters come from, how could Dou Mengyao write so many letters to Dou Xiantong?"

The general content of the letter seems to be Dou Mengyao's unilateral outpouring of thoughts. However, Xu Yunge soon discovered that there were two pieces of paper in each letter, and the handwriting was for two people.

When you take it in your hand and smell it, the taste of Dou Mengyao's handwriting and refill is the same. Compared with Dou Xiantong's down-and-out appearance, the other handwriting does not have the smell of smoke in the hands of old smokers, nor does it have the yellow smoke stains left by the slightly sweaty palms and smoky yellow fingers when writing. It's so clean and tidy that there is no trace of impurities.

Considering the position of the family, if Liu Yueying is unwilling to speak out, these replies may be written by her. When Liu Yueying was sick and hospitalized, and she could no longer pretend to be Dou Xiantong to reply to the letter, maybe Dou Mengyao had already guessed who the person who replied to her was, but she didn't expose the final lie.

To avoid arousing the suspicion of the plot characters, Xu Yunge put the object back to its original state.

Suddenly, a dog barked outside the door, and Dou Mengyao walked back to the bedroom from the kitchen. Xu Yunge, who had been prepared, avoided it incognito, but saw her cut off the paper of the diary, put it in an envelope and walked to the door.

Following Dou Mengyao's footsteps, there was a black dog at the door, very similar to the big black that accompanied Dou Xinwei. I saw Dou Mengyao squatting down, touching the head of the big black dog, and laughing in a low voice: "I also trouble you to deliver the letter this time, remember to ask Xiao Wei to go home early for dinner." ”

The big black dog barked, his eyes turned to his position again, looking like he was waiting for someone, and he made a whimpering sound, which made Xu Yunge's heart skip a beat: Can this big black dog see me?

Are you telling me to come along? Xu Yunge touched the edge line in his pocket, his reward progress is 50%, as long as there is another 10%, he can complete the task and leave the legend. Thinking about it, most of the edges are ineffective against themselves, and there is no way to deal with conventional physical attacks, so you should be able to deal with the general situation.

"Wang!" The big black dog wagged its tail at the air, looking like he knew Xu Yunge.

Dou Mengyao turned around suspiciously, didn't see anything, and touched Da Hei's head again: "Da Hei is good, Xiao Wei is still in school, you remember to pick her up after school." ”

"Wang!" The big black dog barked, biting the envelope and jumping from side to side, its paws rattling on the floor. But it took a few steps, and still stood around the corner of the doorway, tilting its head to look inside.

"Big black girl, go quickly, you must deliver it." Dou Mengyao waved her hand, and Xu Yunge took advantage of the moment when she was about to close the door, dodged out of the house, and tried to reach out and scratch Da Hei's head.

"You know me?"

"Wang!" The big black dog turned and jumped, biting the envelope and running out.

Xu Yunge didn't know what to say, he didn't analyze any malice, and lifted his stealth to chase after Da Hei.

Everything seems to be back to the strange night when I met Da Hei before. The difference is that only vending machines and street lights are on the streets of Taiping Town, and the lights of thousands of homes have long been extinguished. Under a dark red halo, a black figure of a human figure stood faintly in front of the window of every house.

The timeline seems a little out of order, but it doesn't really matter. After Da Hei jumped into the gate of the abandoned juice factory, Xu Yunge chased to the door, only to find that the envelope had fallen to the ground, and the black dog disappeared again.

"Did it give me the task of delivering the letter?" Xu Yunge picked up the envelope, only to notice that the clasp on the envelope, similar to the clasp on the file bag, was wrapped with a red thread and sealed.

Da Hei's intentions and hints were already very obvious, Xu Yunge walked towards the depths of the abandoned juice factory, and this time he heard a woman's cry compared to the previous sound of kicking cans and frolicking.

It was like a pouring rain, and a barefoot woman was crying all the way with broken high heels. She cried defenselessly, unselfishly, exhausted and exhausted, and too much stress accumulated in her heart, which eventually led to her emotional breakdown.

Xu Yunge walked to the door of the warehouse, and just touched the doorknob, but the sound of the drink can came from the door. The crying behind the door gradually subsided, but there were still some sobbing pains.

There was no waterfall of red threads pouring out of the small door of the sealed utility room, but only a few broken edges wrapped around the handle. Looking at the fragmentary broken threads, it seems that someone is crazy about hysterical emotions, tearing all fate to pieces.

"Dou Mengyao, are you in there?" Xu Yunge thought of a possibility, he tried to get closer, but found that the doorknob was stuck by the red line and could not be turned.

At this moment, the scarlet rune in his mind issued a quest prompt.

[Mission: Find the Dou Mengyao you think is "real", bring her back to reality, of course, you can also find a random errand to deal with, and the consequences are at your own risk]

Wait, what's going on with this mission? Xu Yunge frowned, he was afraid of this kind of tangled and chaotic operation. I subconsciously reached into the phone in my pocket to see if I could pull out the broken wire stuck in the handle, but when I was trying hard, a red thread fell out of my pocket.

"This broken pocket, I can't wear casual clothes in the future, and the unbuttoned pocket is a bit of a delay."

Picking up the red thread, some special thoughts appeared in his mind.

"If the door can't be opened because the edge line is broken, then what about tying the edge line?"

Xu Yunge grabbed a line and tied it to the doorknob. Immediately afterwards, Xu Yunge saw that the other edges moved, and they rushed towards it as if they had come to life, slowly converging into a new edge.

The feel of the edge became heavy and hard again, and the mere touch of it would make you feel a clear pain in your fingertips. If you pull hard, it won't be able to cut off your fingers.

Dou Mengyao's cry came from inside: "I don't want to go back, my big black is gone, my mother is gone, my father is gone, my sister didn't dare to tell me the truth when she had a car accident, I still have strength to live!" I'm in so much pain, don't come to me again, I'm in so much pain, I don't want to go anymore, please, let me rest, okay? ”

Xu Yunge didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only listen to Dou Mengyao behind the door constantly pouring out his pain.

After a long time, even she was tired, and Xu Yunge read the text written by Dou Mengyao to herself.

The woman behind the door asked disdainfully: "You said that I was here to survive and vent negative emotions, and you wanted me to live for family affection and things worth cherishing, why did you come to me?" Do you know what you're looking for? ”

Xu Yunge was slightly stunned, he had never seriously considered this kind of life dream. was just asked by Dou Mengyao, and the first picture that came to his mind was that he was lying alone in the sun, without any illness and suffering, and no one came to disturb him.

The edge of his hand trembled for a moment, but suddenly became soft again, and the heavy iron door was opened from the inside. A scarred Dou Mengyao wears a short black skirt and coat of school clothes, her eyes are as pure and bright as rubies, but they are not ferocious, and they shimmer with a color of life.

Red lines after red lines fell off her body, leaving bloody wounds. Her eyes were firm and resolute, as if she had the courage to face everything, and as if she had opened up, nothing mattered to her.

"You're coming to me for relief?"

"I don't know."

"If you want to give me hope, you have to give me freedom, we can make a deal, what?"

Xu Yunge couldn't answer her question. It was just the edge of the door, wrapped around her wrist, and walking out of the abandoned juice factory, Xu Yunge found that her body was so light and light, like a kite, flying with the wind in the dark red moonlight.

"Let's go! No matter where you go, take me once, I don't regret it! Dou Mengyao's scream came from the air, weird and happy, crazy real.

Inexplicably, Xu Yunge felt some special warmth in his chest, and he actually remembered that it was a happiness that he hadn't experienced for a long time. Subconsciously, he felt that the running under the blood moon was a little intoxicating, and the images of the two Dou Mengyao gradually overlapped in his mind.

Dou Mengyao at home is gentle and tactful, full of hope and kindness for life, but there is a vague illusion of lack of confidence, and he can only hide his dreams in the cracks between drawers and diaries.

The pain and fragility in the abandoned factory are carved all over the body by the twists and turns of life, but they are more real and cruel, daring to let go of themselves and decide everything.

As she flew, the line of affection in Xu Yun's singer continued to decrease, and a certain thought urged him, as if only by fusing them together would he become a more real and complete person.

However, it seems that there is still something missing, and she seems to be not complete enough.

[Hint: If you consume the edge, the progress of the task will also be reduced, are you sure to do this?] 】

Xu Yunge frowned slightly, but remembering what she had said, he still chose to let go of his hand.

I saw that the thread in hand shrank upward, and when that Dou Meng flew with the wind, the blood in the sky gradually faded. Under a bright moon, a hurried woman passed in front of her.

She wrapped her clothes tightly, the tears glittered, I don't know whether it was happy or sad, she called out loudly against the cold wind: "Big black! It's time to go home! Don't worry your family, get home quickly! ”

Her voice weaves through every street, her call coming from every gust of cold wind.

Until she no longer had the strength, she stood on the side of the road exhausted, walked through every inch of land she was familiar with but found nothing, and finally she walked back to the same place, looked at Xu Yunge a little timidly, and kept trembling and gesturing with her hands: "This... Hello sir, excuse me, did you see a big black dog tonight? It's about that big. ”