Investigators found Mu Qingyang's abandoned car on the river. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info which means he left it and went into the alleys or woods. Li Qing didn't notice, but she didn't stop, she lowered her head and hugged herself tightly with her arms. She had lived in District 11 for ten years, and she knew the mountainous wilderness well, and she could walk through it from memory.

As she crossed the bridge, she shivered and became in pain. Not because of the snowflakes, but because the wind is blowing stronger and stronger. It tore through her clothes, as if it were just a piece of tissue paper, and made her breath shorten.

Qingyang?

She thought, turning to the old river and walking heavily north. She didn't believe what Xu Tao said. If Mu Qingyang died, she would know. The feeling in her heart reminded her that he was alive, somewhere, she had to find her. He could have been in any part of this pale dizziness, he might have been wounded, he was frozen. Vaguely, Li Qing felt that she no longer had the ability to judge. Her mind waned. Qingyang, you must find Qingyang.

I've been walking on the road with difficulty. To her right is the woods, and to her left, the water of the stream. She staggered and slowed. The wind couldn't seem any worse, but she was so tired that she needed to sit down and take a break, just for a minute.

When she fell to the side of the road, she suddenly realized how stupid she was to look for Mu Qingyang like this. Mu Qingyang will come back to her. All she needed was to do it and wait here. He's probably coming soon.

In her body, Mu Qingyang shook him. He destroyed the quiet rest of the moment. She saw his face, pale and urgent, his green eyes dark. She tried to tell him to calm him down, but he didn't listen.

Li Qing, get up, he said, she felt the control of these red eyes over her.

Li Qing, get up, just now......

"Li Qing, wake up!" The voice was shrill and panicked. "Get up, Li Qing! Wake up! ”

Damn, Li Qing focused her gaze on one face.

"Li Yao." She said slowly. "What are you doing here?"

"Help me find you." A deep voice said on Li Qing's side. She turned her head slightly. Yue'er, who usually has sarcastic black eyes, is now also full of worry. "Stand up, Li Qing, unless you want to turn into a real ice sculpture."

She was covered in snow. Stiffly, Li Qing stood up and poured heavily on the other two girls. They walked behind her and walked towards Yue'er's car.

It should have been warmer in the car, but Li Qing's nerve endings were waking up and telling her how cold it was. Winter is an unforgivable reason, she thought.

The mother, who had not been here for a long time, was standing at the door waiting at the moment, with a blanket in her hand. "I know if they find you, you'll freeze." When she reached out to touch Li Qing, she said in a resolutely pleasant voice: "Snow on Halloween Eve!" I can't believe it. Where did you girls find her? ”

"On the old river, over the bridge." Yue'er said.

The mother's beautiful face lost its bloody color. "Near Todd Mountain? Where did the attack take place? Li Qing, how can you ......" When she saw Li Qing, her voice gradually weakened. "We're not going to say more about it now." She said, trying to get back to her happy appearance. "Let us help you take off these wet clothes."

"I'll have to go back when I'm dry." Li Qing said. Her head was working again, and one thing was clear. She didn't really see Mu Qingyang there, it was just a dream. Mu Qingyang is still missing.

"You must not do that." Li Moliu said. Li Qing barely noticed him before, and he stood quietly to the side. But his tone is indisputable. "The police are looking for Mu Qingyang, you have to let them do their job." He said.

"The officers thought he killed Mr. Suva, but he didn't, you know?" When her mother looked at her soaked sweater, she looked at faces and wanted to ask for help, but they were all the same. "You know what he didn't do." She repeated, shouting almost desperately.

After that, there was silence. "Li Qing," Yue'er said at last, "no one wants to believe that he did it. But - after all, he was missing. ”

"Li Qing, be quiet." Her mother said. "Don't be so nervous. I think you must be sick, it's so cold there, and you slept so long last night......" She put a hand on Li Qing's cheek.

"I'm not sick." She cried, shaking her hand away. "And I'm not crazy, no matter what you think. Mu Qingyang didn't run away, he didn't kill Mr. Suva, I don't mind if you believe me at all......" She stopped, feeling breathless.

Her mother was busy with her and sent her upstairs. But when her mother hinted that she had to rest, she didn't want to go to bed, and she sat on the couch next to the fireplace in her living room, wrapped in many blankets. The phone rang for an afternoon, and she heard her mother talking to her father. She thought it was to tell him that Li Qing was fine. Last night's tragedy left her with some of her unresponsiveness, and what made her even more concerned was that she seemed to have some excitement. After a little sleep, she recovers.

Yue'er and Li Yao sat beside her. "Do you want to talk?" Yue'er said in a deep voice.

Li Qing shook her head and stared at the stove. They all leaned on her. And the mother was wrong, she was not good. Only when she finds Mu Qingyang will she get better.

When she sat by the fire and finished her meal too early, Yue'er, Li Yao, her mother and father all tried to talk to her.

Li Qing couldn't eat or talk.

If Mu Qingyang could call her or let her know anything, he must have done so by now. Nothing in this world can stop him, unless he is badly injured, or caught somewhere, or......

She doesn't let herself think about this "or" at the end. Mu Qingyang is still alive, he must still be alive. Xu Tao is lying......

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At midnight, there was no moonlight in the sky, and all the stars were gone. Loneliness surrounded her. Her heart was beating wildly, and the Messier didn't know what she was doing. Then, when a cold wind ruffled her hair, she recognized the woods.

The nightmare is back.

She looked around and felt panic begin to throb sluggishly in her chest. The same dead woods, the branches and leaves are like claws in the sky: lifeless, lifeless, but with malice. It was like a skeleton with evil eyes, all looking at her. The ground under your feet is dry and smelly. Many flowers and ferns have been dead for a long time. All that was left was heel and stone, all the cold, all the hardship, warned her to escape.

Messel's heart was pounding, and she could feel the adrenaline pumping. Her breathing slowed. She was wearing only her pajamas, and as always, the air was cold and damp. Ignoring these, a drop of sweat slipped down her back. She wiped it off, feeling her hand touch it wet and cold. She looked around, but nothing moved—so far.

It always starts that way. And it always ends that way, she-

One voice!

She turned her head around, trying in vain to find something, anything in the cluttered woods. She tried to scream, but her throat could not obey her thoughts. She could only feel her heart beating faster, pounding violently. Her breath hissed through her nostrils, the only sound she could hear at the moment. Wildly, she scanned the horrific sight. Nothing.

Rocking, she took a step back. Her ankle stomped on the plant's roots, almost throwing her off balance. She looked down, but saw nothing. She could barely make out the white shape of her foot

Messier knew what it was, even though she couldn't see them. They've arrived, right here, somewhere in the woods. The man, the dark man, with brown eyes, walked slowly, steadily. And then...... This—the man, this figure tugged at the edge of her thoughts, and she didn't even want to see it.

Taking a step back again, something grabbed her long blonde hair. This time she heard her own voice, screaming, screaming forward. Twigs in the woods tugged at her hair, and when she turned to face the attacker, it was just a tree.

This time.

Again, she felt them watching her, waiting for her spirit to break, waiting for her to escape. But this time, she won't do it. This time she will definitely be strong. She wrapped her right arm around herself, as if tugging at her thin clothes. She felt colder and colder. She stared at the road to her left. She couldn't run away. Not this time.

Her fingers touched something cold, damp, animate. Surprised, she took a step back. Nothing happened, but she could feel something disgusting on her fingertips. She looked ahead, and all she could see was some kind of mold on the tree. She touched those things with her fingers, ha! Her fingers felt dirty, filthy. But nothing could wipe them off except her pajamas. She didn't want to do that, she didn't want these things to come close to her body. What could she do?

She could feel their eyes, looking, looking, looking for her reaction. Trying to keep her sanity, Messier was trapped in endless darkness and felt her left hand itch more and more. As she began to wipe the fungus - everywhere, the thing suddenly woke up and passed her. With a scream, she jerked back, her ribcage throbbing. No longer thinking, she raised her left hand and wiped it on her pajamas.

Awesome. She could feel the stains on her thighs. It creeps her out. She could smell the scents now, a rancid decaying smell, and the smell was getting stronger.

She took a step forward, and of course, the scents accompanied her. It was a stench of death, and she knew something was rotting, and she had touched it......

The cold breeze caressed her again, sliding over her pajamas and caressing her skin. A shock spread through her body, and she shuddered. There can't be any warmth.

Unless she ran away and she didn't do anything.

Something crawled on her feet. Something was wobbly, with dozens of tiny, fast-moving feet. She screamed loudly, trying to chase them away. Something else, shaking, touching her other foot. She turned, holding back her tears, the branches grabbing her hair. She cried, went back under the tree and ripped her hair off.

The thing that had been sneaking in the darkness began to move again, and goosebumps ran into her skin. Insects and spiders all followed her, just because she was the only warm creature in the woods.

The Messier turned and fled.

She tried to protect her face from being whipped by the branches. She could feel the bruises on her body from those cold fingers. She felt the flow of blood, giving off a sweet and greasy taste. Her feet swayed unevenly on the grass, tripped over stones and roots, and grasping her firmly, she fell to the ground covered with dead branches. As she struggled to overcome the tears of terror, her breath was heavy, slow, and burning.

Eventually, she was finally able to move again. The last time, shaking, she had fallen. When she fell with a thud, she couldn't think about anything else. She tried to support her swaying body with one arm and let her sit under a skeletal tree. She knew she was in trouble.

Every fiery breath ran down her stomach, and she couldn't breathe in any more air. She ripped the hair from her face and stared into the darkness.

He's just here, watching. Even if there was no real light here, she could see the fire burning in his eyes as he stared at him. He was still the same as always—tall, dark, with long, irregular hair swaying in the breeze. His skin was pale and his eyes were bottomless. She didn't think because her eyes were already close to his fingers.

It wasn't like an ordinary finger, but more like a sharp knife with a narrow, flat edge and five sharp swords. Hazy, she knew she had seen a knife like this before, and it was important. But she couldn't remember. Other than that, there was no time for her to remember this icy night.

This moment is her death.

A gentle smile unfolded on the man's face, twisted. He controlled her thoughts, able to uncover her panic and tiredness. He took a step forward, and she tried to climb away, but the tree behind her held her in place.

If all she had to face was death, she would welcome it. Panic was overwhelming, and she knew that panic in the face of death was not the only thing. Her heart, which kept pounding, told her it was about to burst. But that's just the beginning......

Death is only the beginning of suffering.

The claws approached, and the man slowly walked forward. She lunged forward. He smiled and grabbed her wrist. She screamed in pain as he grabbed her arm, exposing her chest. Then, in a moment of rage, he reached out and stabbed the glittering thing at her.

She sat up suddenly—she sat on her bed, gasping for air, clutching her sheets to protect herself. Her eyes were open and she looked into the dark room. Through the window, she could see the black shape. She clung to the warm sheets.

He's here, in her room! He ran out of her dreams!

She struggled to restrain the upsurge of fear and watched a little closely. Then she breathed a sigh of relief. It was the light, reflecting from her mirror onto her bed. No one was in her room. She was alone, and her parents were separated from her by just a wall, and she was safe. Very, very safe. It's just a dream.

Then the red light went out. Fear began to creep in her again. She could feel something in the room, something ill-intentioned looking at her, enjoying her fears to the fullest. She couldn't turn his head to see clearly. If she doesn't look, then maybe she's just wrong, the thing isn't here.

If that red light is in the mirror, then why did it suddenly go out again?

Refusing to cry and shout childishly under the sheets, she struggled with the stiffness around her neck, slowly twisting her head to look at the alarm clock.

As she stared, the red light came on again, damn twelve, endlessly.

She let out a long breath. Everything is normal. She turned off the light and went to sleep.

It was midnight when she pulled the hair from her back and stared at the alarm clock again. Then she took a glass of water from the table and took a sip. Looking around one last time, she was sure that everything was fine, and she reached for the light switch. Hesitating, would she better go back to bed and sleep for a few more hours? Then she controls her fears and refuses to recall the dark nightmares of her childhood. Nothing will hurt her, nothing will be left. It's just a nightmare.

Fighting her fears, she hurriedly turned off the lights and returned to the sheets again. The warmth that surrounds her makes her feel comforted. But her pajamas were still stained with sweat, which made her uncomfortable. She was exhausted, and seemed to have really run past those fears - falling into that terrible forest. And her feet hurt. She stroked her left foot, trying to ease the sensation a bit. It didn't help much, but she was just glad that there wasn't any blood or scratches on her body. And there, perhaps, was just because she had fallen into fear and lost her senses. She was scared to fall asleep and go back to that dream. Maybe she should be awake until the next morning...... Slowly, for the rest of the time, without any consciousness, the Messier fell into a deep sleep unconsciously......

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…… (To be continued.) )