Hearing the name Xiaoxue, Zhao Lan suddenly felt a heartache, which came so violently that he covered his chest hard. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info memories of the name Xiaoxue are pouring in like a tide, acquaintances in the hospital, unforgettable love at first sight, and the love that has not yet been expressed was completely destroyed by death, and the darkness came so suddenly, almost swallowing Zhao Lan's whole person.

Zhao Lan fell to her knees weakly, her eyes were blank, only a few tears slipped silently from the corners of her eyes.

"Pretend, pretend, you know it's sad now? Where were you when Xiaoxue died? Where did you go when she died? You ......"

Hu Xiaodie couldn't say any more when she said this, because she saw Zhao Lan's eyes. It was a pair of eyes full of sorrow, mourning is greater than heart death, these eyes are lifeless, a sense of lifelessness arises spontaneously, how much pain and sorrow can have such eyes? A man with such eyes, who dares to say that he doesn't know how to cherish feelings?

"I haven't been able to contact you for a long time, what the hell happened to you?" Hu Xiaodie's voice involuntarily lowered a lot, and it was no longer aggressive before.

"I'm sorry Xiaoxue, I bothered her," Zhao Lan's voice suddenly became hoarse, "It can be said that I killed her." After she was killed, I went to avenge her, and a lot of things happened after that, but you don't need to know that. What are you looking for me? If it's for Xiaoxue, you can hit me and scold me, I won't fight back. ”

At this time, Zhao Lan's whole person has changed, becoming deep and sad, mysterious and emotional. This style is the most attractive to women, Hu Xiaodie was shocked by this change, she looked at Zhao Lan stupidly for a long time, and then couldn't help blushing and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say these things." Xiaoxue is my best friend, I ...... I don't know what's going on, I'm just mad at you. ”

"I understand, I understand." Zhao Lan nodded.

"Well, let's go in and say, okay?" Hu Xiaodie suddenly came to her senses and felt that the two of them were like two fools on the street.

The two entered the coffee shop, and immediately a waiter led them to the seats reserved by Hu Xiaodie, and after explaining their coffee, there was a long silence between the two.

Zhao Lan stared at the cup, her expression was terrifyingly calm, Hu Xiaodie wanted to open her mouth several times, but she didn't know what was going on, and finally swallowed the words back from her mouth. After a long time, Hu Xiaodie finally couldn't help but say: "Actually...... Actually, I have other things to do with you, very important things, this matter is related to Xiaoxue, I want to ask you for clues. ”

"What's the matter?" Zhao Lan was really diverted and asked with concern.

Hu Xiaodie took out a few photos from the small bag she was carrying and handed them to Zhao Lan, and pointed to one of them and said, "Look at this, this is the information that Xiaoxue asked me to check before the accident, I checked it for a long time to find out, do you know this photo?" ”

In the photograph is a blooming violet, blood-red, growing alone on a grave, next to a stone tablet with illegible handwriting. Seeing this photo, Zhao Lan's heart was shocked, how could he not know about this photo? Everything has to start with this picture, before Xiaoxue was killed, it was to get back the "Secret History of Psychics", and the cemetery reflected by the blood-colored violet is the most important painting in "The Secret History of Psychics".

"You...... Where did you get this picture? Zhao Lan's voice became even more hoarse.

"I'll talk about this later, you go through these first, this, this, and this." Hu Xiaodie handed the rest of the photos to Zhao Lan one by one.

There are four photographs in total, each of which is a blood-colored violet blooming on a cemetery, but it can be seen that they are not the same flower. The more Zhao Lan looked at it, the more solemn his face became, he felt that there was some kind of connection between these photos, and when he held these photos, there was an inexplicable and huge fear that suddenly made his face pale.

"These photos are all circulating on the Internet, and they all appear in the female high school of Shindo Temple. It is said that these paintings suddenly appeared on the wall of the girls' dormitory overnight, two dormitory buildings, each with two copies on it, and the paintings were supposed to be painted with blood, but I don't know if it was human blood or something else. The painting was erased by the school shortly after it appeared, but rumors about it were rife. Hu Xiaodie said solemnly.

"I don't know what this pattern represents, but I'm sure that Xiaoxue's murder has something to do with it, and although the police claim to have found the murderer in that case, I always feel that things are not so simple. Now there are new patterns, these paintings are inexplicably painted on the wall of the girls' dormitory, not to mention how difficult it is to paint such a large picture on the wall overnight, just to say that the mystery of these paintings appears, no one even noticed it in advance and during the painting process, how is this possible? So I think ......"

Hu Xiaodie was still chattering about her opinion on these photos, but Zhao Lan suddenly became irritable, and he roared in a low voice: "Shut up!" ”

Hu Xiaodie was taken aback, and looked at Zhao Lan in surprise, not knowing what he was crazy about. Zhao Lan seemed to close her eyes in pain, and after a while, she said coldly: "No matter what you find, it's all a coincidence, forget about all this." It is a fact that the murderer of Xiaoxue has been punished. I don't have much to tell you, and you don't come to me again, goodbye. ”

Looking at the back of Zhao Lan leaving, Hu Xiaodie didn't react for a long time. With full of passion, she decided that there must be a huge secret in these strange pictures, and she came to Zhao Lan with grief and indignation about the murder of her best friend, not only to get clues from him, but also to get recognition from this man, after all, he used to be Xiaoxue's boyfriend!

What makes Zhao Lan so indifferent? So numb to the woman who once loved him? Hu Xiaodie came from the sadness, and felt 10,000 unworthy for Xiaoxue, this kind of affectionate man should be cut to hell with a thousand cuts, how can he be worthy of Xiaoxue loving him like that?

Zhao Lan walked out of the coffee shop and walked on the street alone, the evening sun stretched his shadow very long, and suddenly for a moment, the slender shadow opened its teeth and claws, and seemed to be very angry! But if you look closely, the shadow is still the shadow, and what has changed?

Zhao Lan's face was still as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, and an unknown huge surging sense of fear surrounded him, he didn't know where this fear came from, but it must have something to do with those photos. If it weren't for the street, maybe Zhao Lan would have fallen there and cried loudly, not only because of longing and sadness, but also because of fear and helplessness.

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The feeling of loneliness and helplessness, the pain of not being understood, I feel it deeply.

There is an hour and a half a day, and this time is the time for me to code words. My family said that I was playing with the computer, and they didn't think it was serious to write a book, and that if they couldn't make money anyway, they were sitting in front of the computer, and that was playing.

My sister called me and told me not to think about those illusory things, to live a good life is serious, and not to play with the computer all day long.

My mother called and said, "Be diligent, don't make your daughter-in-law tired, and don't always play on the computer." ”

Dad also said: "You are such a big person, you know how to play with the computer all day long, are you still a child?" ”

When I came home from work in the evening, I was greeted by my wife's black face, and I didn't know where to make her angry.

I live cautiously, neither chic nor happy.

I just want to have a hobby, I like codewords, I like storytelling, can't I? I don't smoke, I don't drink unless necessary, I don't play mahjong, I lie and thunder. I just like to play with the computer, is it too much?

Do I have to be like everyone else, smoke every day, reach out to my daughter-in-law every month because of the money I smoke, fight with my daughter-in-law because of drinking, and borrow money because of playing cards, then I am a normal man?

Codewords make me very happy, I like to immerse myself in the world I make up, and I want to introduce this world to more people.

I'll stick with it.