About a few days passed, and Xiao Fan went to the villa again. The building buried deep in the dense forest, in the wilderness house.

still driving his Ford Focus, which he drove for a few years, was a decent dark black; Still following the route in memory, tentatively entering the forest, winding through the indentation tracks that were obviously left last time, a black car, as if suddenly submerged into the bottomless sea, no voice, no animal sound, no wolf howl, no frightened birds; Except for the silence, it is still silence. At this moment, even the sound of the engine seems to be submerged, muffled, and absorbed by something inexplicable.

This silent and terrible beast of the forest seems to have swallowed you completely.

In the end, he parked the car in front of the villa and turned off the engine. When he got out of the car, he still had the same chic air and atmosphere, but last time a group of people came, and this time he came alone. Undoubtedly, when standing in this dark and opaque forest secret, when standing in front of this unknown building. He, Xiao Fan felt a faint fear for the first time, he came to such a wild and strange place alone, and only he Xiao Fan could do it.

However, now that others have stood in front of them, there is nothing to say about backing down. If you come, you will be safe, and everything will be arranged by fate.

In fact, he subconsciously hoped that something would happen, and he was going to stay here for the night tonight. He brought all his equipment and belongings. Xiao Fan took out a cyan backpack from the trunk.

The front door of the villa is still overgrown with grass.

The door of the villa was unlocked as usual, and Xiao Fan twisted the handle slightly, and the door creaked open. Inside, there was little change, exactly the same as before the last time I left. This is also an indirect proof that no one has been in the house since. But it's not too certain.

Xiao Fan put the bag on the floor, and took out a few white candles from it first, and only after clicking on them one by one did the room become a little brighter.

The windows were closed, and outside the windows grew tall grass.

Although the air in the house was not very good, Xiao Fan didn't want to open the window.

Xiao Fan then took out mineral water, a flashlight, a few bags of instant food, and a mobile phone from his backpack.

Xiao Fan opened the music player on his phone and began to loop the downloaded songs in turn.

The first song is "Love ~ Heaven, Earth and People" in Miyamoto Xiao, and the crisp music flows in the space, which seems to eliminate some worries and uneasiness.

When he woke up the next morning, the faint sunlight shone through the window, and it turned out that the previous night had been fine, and the music was played on a loop over and over again, and he fell asleep in a groggy state, even if something happened or someone had come, he did not know.

Moreover, he really had no idea about the memory of last night, as if the memory had been emptied.

It hurts!

Xiao Fan shook his head, what's going on? It's just a sleep, why does my brain hurt so much, this feeling is like ...... It's like a hangover, but it's a little different from that. It's weird.

Could it be that the chest is stagnation caused by the lack of air circulation here? Thus causing minor damage to the cerebral blood vessels?

Thinking about it like this, Xiao Fan felt that it made sense.

There's no way, let's pack our bags and go home, since there is nothing to gain.

Xiao Fan got up and began to pack his things.

The mineral water has only been drunk a few sips, the candles have long been burned out, only the candle holder remains, and the instant food brought has not been touched at all, and it has not been opened.

It was already daytime, and although the light was not as bright as the outside world, it was at least much better than the night. Xiao Fan suddenly thought of something for a while, and he decided to go to the corridor on the second floor to have a look. An almost primitive force drove him to instinctively climb the stairs, treading the creaking wooden staircase.

The daytime scene is really different from the night, and the long corridor still hangs those oil paintings, medieval-style paintings. Bearded aristocratic men, well-dressed knights, plump women. Everything was not as strange and strange as at night, Xiao Fan went straight to the window, and looked down like that night, and the barren weeds approached the wall. There is nothing else.

Xiao Fan walked to the door with his bags.

No matter how much he investigated, there was no result, Xiao Fan was a little depressed, after all, he was not the real protagonist of a detective novel, and he had no ability to investigate the truth in the world. I'm just a mortal, like most people.

However, when Xiao Fan decided to close the door permanently, he suddenly turned back, he bent down, and picked up something on the ground, a turquoise earring.

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"Save ...... Save...... Help me......"

"What's wrong with you?! Where are you? ”

"Uh...... Ahem...... Yes...... Save...... Save ......"

"What the hell is wrong with you? Tell me the location, and I'll save you! ”

"I ...... ...... know her (him)"

"What? Feed! Feed! Hey......"

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