[10.5] The corpse is speechless
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With my left foot stepping over a loose stone brick, I breathed as I stepped into the desolation of the eastern cemetery.
The stone bricks are paved into a long, narrow aisle, with dark moss on the edges of the uneven stone bricks, and rows of white tombstones stand on both sides of the aisle. The damp and cold air came to the face, the water vapor condensed into a full chill at the moment it touched the cheeks, a forked and crooked dead tree loomed in the white mist not far away, the small hill was wrapped in the white mist that could not be dissipated, the bleak daylight was shrouded, the wind brushed the cold tombstones, and the desolate sound of the bones eroding the bones, like the souls of this wilderness whispering about the injustices they had suffered.
With a shudder, I lowered my body slightly.
Grave Tomb ......
I remember that Erin found information on the Grave Tomb Complex in the archives.
No. 128 cemetery on the east side.
A tomb complex of four tombstones.
My eyes fell on the white tombstones beside me, and I observed them with calm eyes, except for the simple record of the birth and death year and name of the owner of the tombstone, but did not encode the tombstone. The cemetery is very large, and it must have been arranged from the first row.
128β¦β¦
I silently recited these three numbers, but inexplicably felt a sense of heaviness, an undercurrent, surging, quietly crashing into the atrium, I can't tell the meaning behind this strange feeling, as if the quicksand in the palm of my hand, just when I want to figure everything out, but it has passed.
An inexplicable chill rushed up my spinal cord, and I instinctively bent down.
"Ahh
In the quiet cemetery, the sneezing sound is a little abrupt.
I stopped, pursed my mouth and wiped the tip of my nose, only to find that the temperature around me had dropped a little, the light had dimmed a little, maybe it was close to dusk, I raised my head slightly and looked at the sky, the white mist that swirled around the mountainside swallowed up the colors of the sky.
I don't have a flashlight, so it's definitely not good for me to move around at night......
Thinking so, I withdrew my gaze and was about to take a step, when I saw a person standing not far ahead.
I was stunned for a moment, and the footsteps I had just taken stepped on the cold stone bricks.
"Dah."
Squinting my eyes slightly, I subconsciously held my breath.
I could see her clearly.
Little girl.
The pale light illuminated her small figure, standing quietly in the looming white mist, her white dress seemed to melt with the cold white mist. Gently draped in warm brown hair, barefoot on the steam-stained stone bricks, those eyes are so focused at the moment, as if there is a delicate doll in front of him at this moment.
I quietly looked at the girl's small body, and at this moment, it was as if I had forgotten to breathe and to think.
It's not the first time I've seen her.
But for some reason, every time I see her, I can feel some kind of sadness that can't be dissolved......
Silent, I walked towards her.
Boots stepped over the icy stone bricks.
"Dah. Click. β
As if he was deliberately telling her that she wasn't the only one here.
But the little girl, as if she had not heard my voice, looked intently at the white tombstone, her height was just half a head higher than the tombstone in front of her, her eyes were slightly lowered, different from the sunshine of the last church singing, at this moment, her cheeks seemed to be a little pale, and her expression was a little sad.
A few steps away from her, I stopped.
The wind, blowing through my collar, curled the ends of her hair, and blew away in the distance.
For a moment, only the sound of distant branches and leaves remained.
In silence, I lowered my eyes to look at her thin shoulders.
ββ¦β¦ Very nice to hear. β
My voice was a little hoarse, and the little girl looked up calmly and looked at me with some confusion.
"The song you sang in church last time was very good." I raised the corners of my mouth slightly, hoping that the gun I was carrying wouldn't scare her.
The little girl turned to the side slightly, looked up at me, and blinked, "Thank you." β
Her voice, like her singing voice, is soft and pure.
It's as if the sun is shining on a dandelion-filled hillside.
"Who is it for?"
"Family."
Looking into the little girl's clear eyes, I paused for a few seconds.
ββ¦β¦ They, are they okay. β
"I'll find them."
The wind gently blew the corners of the little girl's white skirt.
She was silent for a few seconds, then turned around and walked towards the other side of the vast white mist, the crisp bell gently echoed with her footsteps, and I realized that the ankle of her right foot was tied with a red rope, and a small silver bell hung from the red rope, and as the little girl stepped barefoot on the stone bricks, the bell made a quiet "jingle" sound.
She stopped after a few steps and turned her head to look at me with clear eyes.
"I like you a lot, I hope to see you again next time."
ββ¦β¦ Can you tell me your name? β
"If you can find me again next time, I'll consider telling you." The little girl blinked smartly.
I couldn't help but laugh.
"Deal."
The little girl waved at me and turned around, her little figure gradually engulfed in the white mist with the crisp sound of the bells.
I looked at her fading back, and stood silent.
As she left, an inexplicable sense of loss rose to her heart, as if a dusty attic had just been illuminated by a bright sun, but after a while, this hard-won sunshine was also blocked by dark clouds, and there was no trace of it, and the last trace of warmth was lost.
First, let's try to live......
I shook my head and withdrew my gaze, and as I stepped over where the little girl was standing, I couldn't help but stop curiously, turning slightly to the side, and my eyes fell on the spot where she was staring.
I could see what she was staring at.
For a moment, as if I had been struck by lightning, I was breathless.
In fact, this is just an ordinary tombstone.
The four corners of the tombstone are somewhat torn.
The surname of the owner of the tomb engraved on the tombstone.
γGlayγ
I froze in front of the tombstone, my head blank for a moment.
β¦β¦
γFamilyγ
[I'll find them]
β¦β¦
The child said that the family......
Don't......
A sense of unease welled up in my heart, and I stared in silence at the cold tombstone.
"Click."
Behind him, there was the abrupt sound of a pistol being loaded.
My thoughts were interrupted in an instant, and my heart was cold.
"Yo, I didn't expect to see you here......" The woman's delicate voice came from behind her, with a bit of disgusting mockery, "The initiative is in my hands, don't move." β
I raised my eyes to look at the vast white mist ahead, and raised my hands with a calm face.
"Fox."
"Little dirty cat, I have an interesting question for you, how do you want to die?"