After my eyes got used to the darkness, I realized that I was lying by a small river. laughed self-deprecatingly, I am really the same as the heroic people in the movie, taking the sky as the quilt and the earth as the bed!

I looked at myself carefully, and there was no injury on the appearance of my body, but I didn't know if it was hit by a stone on the ground, and my whole body looked very sore.

It's better to go home early.

Paying attention, I rubbed my hands together and picked up the faint heater as I looked around.

It was a very desolate place, with a lot of garbage piled up on the riverside, and weeds growing unscrupulously through the cracks in the stones, hoping to have a place.

A riverside with no bright spots, I looked around, and I was the only one in such an inexplicable place.

The "murderer" I imagined had brought me here didn't leave any information, or maybe he had already left after bringing me here.

Pushing aside the weedy pile that was almost half a meter high, I struggled to move higher, occasionally having to watch my feet to avoid tripping over stones.

The higher I went, the more familiar the building came into my view, first with a pointed head, then an oval body, and suddenly a bright light in the night, pointing me in the direction.

The TV tower in Y City, I recognized it immediately.

When I finally walked on the right path and was about to leave this messy place in the direction of the TV tower, a wet hand put on my shoulder, and I was scared and half of my soul was lost!

The first thing that comes to mind is the story that the old people said about the ghost patting the shoulder in the middle of the night and never looking back.

I greeted the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of the "murderer" in my heart, and I raised my legs and wanted to run.

However, the "ghost" in the back seemed to know what I was going to do, and it changed from a hand that was originally on my shoulder to a shoulder on one, and grabbed my shoulder fiercely.

I didn't feel any pain, only panic.

"Don't go......" I listened carefully with a weak female voice behind me.

"Save me ......" is indeed a woman, yes, listening to the voice, she is still a young girl, and this perception makes me feel a little less afraid.

I took a quiet breath and let it out gently, for fear of alarming the people behind me, and after giving myself a little courage, I turned around slowly.

The person behind me noticed my movements, and the hand that was holding my shoulder lost a little bit of strength.

A soaking wet girl with a dismal face was standing in front of me, her hands still in their original position at my ears.

However, her eyes were not in focus, and she looked straight into the night behind me, giving me a very uncomfortable feeling.

Seeing that she is not the shoulder patter mentioned by the older generation, my tense nerves finally regained their original elasticity, the world is so big, I still want to have a vigorous love!

It's just that it still makes me feel very strange to have such a person in such an environment.

Obviously, I've just investigated carefully, but I haven't seen anyone else except me, but looking at her like this, could it be that she climbed up from the river?

Suicide attempt? The thought crossed my mind.

"Are you okay?"

I was about to ask her if she would like to leave with me, but before she could finish speaking, the girl rushed in the direction of the river.

I didn't think about what she was going to do for a moment, just stupidly watched her run through the night.

I had just climbed up from the river with great difficulty, but she rushed forward without hesitation as if there was no barrier at all, with her hands clasped behind her back.

She didn't even fall, and at this moment, my brain gave me such a message very blindly.

Soon, at my startled voice, she rushed into the river, making a splash, and soon disappeared, and all was calm again.

I felt like my barely regained consciousness was once again hibernating.

When I finally realized what the girl had done, I turned around and tried to run away.

Obviously, this is not something that a normal person can do, even if she really tried to commit suicide, but now she has rushed into the river, and her life and death are uncertain.

I still have this self-knowledge, in such a dark night, there is only one helpless me, about saving people, it is nonsense.

At this moment, my sixth sense only tells me one message, and that is: run!

In view of the extent of my life, I spread my feet and ran in the direction of the TV tower, but before I could get any far, I saw a figure standing faintly in front of me.

An indescribable sense of fear rose in my heart.

Before I could get closer, the man's voice came, ethereal in the cold night.

"Help me...... Don't go, ......" and then ran into the river with his hands clasped behind his back.

Those who don't go are fools!

People can really develop their potential in extreme environments.

I think I've been the last to run every 800m since I was a child, and if my PE teacher was there and pinched my stopwatch today, I believe that I would have broken the record I had broken for more than a decade.

A few minutes later, I was already running out of breath, and the woman who had jumped back to the river was now magically standing in front of me and calling me affectionately.

The physical pain had made me no longer afraid, and I sat down all of a sudden, looking like I was being slaughtered.

The girl read her two lines like a repeater, and jumped into the river without looking back.

I don't have the strength to complain anymore, I haven't walked to the road for a long time, I sat on the ground and gasped, and my mind became clearer after the breath was smooth.

Now this situation makes me wonder if I have run into a ghost hitting the wall.

She jumped over and over again so energetically, I really didn't have the energy to play with her anymore.

So, I yelled in the direction of the river: "Let me go first, I promise, I will come back to you!" ”

It's purely the mentality of a dead horse being a live horse doctor, since she didn't do anything to hurt me, just asked me to "save her", then I made such a promise to her, maybe she will let me go.

I don't know if my words really worked, or if she was tired from jumping into the river, I sat there until I completely regained my energy, and she didn't show up again.

In the rather cold weather, fog gradually rose, making the night even more mysterious when visibility was already low.

Ignoring my defenses, the mist fused with the sweat on my body through my clothes, alternating between cold and hot, just like me being fried on a frying pan at the moment.

My hands trembled slightly, I didn't know what was going to happen next, and if I would ever be able to get out of this deserted place again.

The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and the TV lighthouse that had shown me the way had long since disappeared into the fog, and my heart suddenly fell to the bottom, as if through the lighthouse, as if I had foreshadowed my own end.

It was strangely quiet, as if I was no longer in an empty environment, but alone in prison, waiting for Heaven to pronounce my sentence.

Originally, in the process of escaping, there was only one word "run" left in my mind, and nothing else.

Now that I have calmed down, trapped in such an environment, infinite fear began to rise in my heart, which quickly spread from the fulcrum of the heart to the limbs.

I'm not going to be here today.

In my chaotic thoughts, something else began to seep in, "tick, tick".

Accompanied by the sound of my heartbeat, a terrifying duet was played.

I felt it harder and harder to breathe, and suddenly there was a dragging sound in the air, and my eyes widened to see where the sound was coming from, but I couldn't see anything but a thick fog.

I wanted to follow my instincts to find a way out, but the voice seemed to come from all directions, and I couldn't tell which direction was really "safe".

I just had to stay where I was.

Dawn was approaching, and gradually, the fog outlined a hazy figure, and the way he walked reminded me of the zombies that are common in movies.

I vaguely saw that he didn't walk with his feet up like ordinary people, as if he was ...... It was like a broken leg and dragged on the ground.

I was so nervous that I held my breath to try to reduce my presence, but it was all in vain, and he was clearly "walking" in my direction.

I grabbed a brick from my side and used it for defense, but the next scene I saw made me think that maybe a lighted amulet would be more useful than this brick.

He, oh no, it would be better to describe her, the woman who had just jumped into the river with pleasure, was now appearing before my eyes in a dilapidated image.

Her hands were still in a state of being buckled, her hair was scattered haphazardly, and the reds that did not match the color of the surrounding fog were widely displayed on her face.

I don't know what she's been through before.

Maybe it's because it's almost dawn, and the light always gives people some courage, but I'm still judging who will have a better chance of winning if the two of us really fight.

She opened her mouth, and it was still the same two sentences, but as she opened her mouth, a large area of water spilled out of her mouth.

It's like a watering can.

"Let's have something to say, can you not get too close to me?"

As I spoke, I stood up, not forgetting to pick up the brick that I had the honor of choosing.

Thanks to the experience of watching supernatural movies and television in the past, I can barely have some immunity to her appearance, but after all, she is not an actor made of artificial makeup, and her fear of her is definitely indispensable.

Hearing my words, she stopped about two meters away from me.

I couldn't believe it, she ...... Can you really understand what I'm saying?

"What happened?" I asked tentatively again, clenching the weapon in my hand in case she came by surprise, so I could fight with her!

"...... of the SHI-machine"

"What? Occasion? "Because she spat out so much water, I'm not sure which two words she said.

I tilted my head and just wanted to listen carefully again, when I suddenly felt a burning sensation in my palm.

I didn't hold any of the bricks, and I fell out of my hand and almost hit my own foot, but I didn't have time to care about that.

At the same time, it was as if a pair of large, invisible hands were in the air holding my throat, and my breathing became more and more difficult......