Time passed silently and slowly, and a full week had passed, and I was still under house arrest in this gorgeous but lifeless villa. I think the word house arrest is the most appropriate. Because here, I don't have anything to do except eat and sleep. The guards or attendants working here seemed to be walking around me, and even if they bumped into each other by accident, it was just a standard greeting - hello, there was no more to say, but I could still see the meaning of vigilance in their slanted eyes.

Since my second visit to the cottage, the head of the Department of Security, Raymond, or his men, has not even made a single phone call, and they seem to be punishing me for not saying goodbye to my last time. And there was no news from Amanda's side, I thought I might have to wait a little longer, I tried my best to comfort myself not to be in a hurry, he would never forget me, something must have delayed him, I missed him silently in my heart.

After breakfast, I walked out of the villa and into the courtyard outside. The weather was especially bad today, the gray sky was very oppressive, and the fog fell heavily, layer upon my head, on my shoulders, on my chest. The thick morning fog not only enveloped my body, but also covered my vision from afar, but it could not stop me from moving forward.

In order to relieve my worries and lingering loneliness about the abduction of Fanny and Susan, and to give me and the service staff a breathing space for each other, I went for a walk in the woods at the edge of the villa after breakfast. I was amazed to find that as soon as I entered this little forest, I felt a genuine sense of comfort and ease, and I forgot all my worries. I think maybe it's because the air in the wilderness is so fresh! Even if the fog is so thick today, it can't change my original intention to get involved in it, but because of the thick fog, it adds a touch of mystery to my mind. I've lived in this villa long enough that I already know that the area I'm about to enter is a forbidden land. But it's too late to preach, because I've completely forgotten about this unwritten rule. Now, as soon as I take a step beyond the thunder pool, a complacent pleasure inexplicably occupies my brain.

I wandered through the cascading groves, where the grey mist had gradually turned into a white smoke that spread across the vast expanse of desolate trees. Whether it is a large plant with deep roots and leaves, or a dense layer of small wild grasses, they are all vying to grow wantonly. Not far away, a simple log cabin was in disrepair and dilapidated, tightly wrapped in endless vines, and covered with thick moss. This is where I arrived yesterday, and today I would have taken it a step further.

As I walked, the road ahead was more rugged and thorny, but I had no intention of turning back. Suddenly, while walking, I tripped over something, stumbled in a trance, and fell to the ground, and immediately a faint pain in my knee swept through my body. I rolled over and sat up, lifting my trouser leg to check the injury. Fortunately, there was no exposed wound, just a dark purple bruise. So I carefully stroked the not-so-small dark purple bruise, hoping to ease the pain of my heart with the touch of my fingers, but with little effect, and finally I got up with my trouser leg and gently patted the large piece of dust that had been accidentally left on my trouser leg. I looked back curiously, only to see that the piece of land that had tripped me just now was surprisingly flat, and there was not even a single abrupt stone on it. You have to be more careful when you walk in the future, I told myself.

The rest of the road was even more difficult, and I had to use both my hands and feet. After a long struggled climb, I finally reached the top of a small hill. After a short rest, I'm ready to move on. But as soon as I took the first step, I had to stop, because the rest of the descent was so steep that I didn't expect. How to take the next step is a bit difficult for me. In the past, I would have been scared to retreat when I was in this situation, but now I am controlled by a kind of obsessive thinking that does not hesitate. I took a tentative step, boldly, and then carefully extended a few more steps, until my feet landed on a small patch of relatively flat dirt.

I swallowed my saliva and calmed down a little nervously. Suddenly, a large bird in the forest let out a high-pitched and distinctive chirp that pierced my eardrums in an instant. The strange and shrill cry forced me to look around inadvertently. Originally, it was just an untight action, but I didn't expect the soles of my feet to slip suddenly, and the whole person fell immediately. This planting is indeed too weird. I managed to dodge the dense woods and kept tumbling, and the speed of the roll did not decrease in the slightest with the passage of time, but became faster and faster. At first, my consciousness was relatively clear, so I tried to grab on to the rocks and other things around me to hinder the downward fall, but I always did what I wanted, and I soon lost the last bit of consciousness. When I woke up in a daze, I saw a handsome man's face, who was looking at me with concern, but unfortunately my gaze soon dimmed again, and I fell into a daze again.