Zhao Lin couldn't sleep, what she experienced today made her feel uneasy, and she was ready to sit in bed until dawn.

Staring out the window, the rain shows no signs of stopping, and I don't know if I can go down the mountain smoothly tomorrow, I still have an interview to attend next week, and I can't use my parents' money to graduate.

Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock.

Someone knocked on the door of Zhao Lin and Li Ping's room.

It's so late, who is it? Zhao Lin got up and walked in front of the door, but asked for no reason, "Is it Brother Zhang Xing?" ”

No one answered, Zhao Lin's hand that had just touched the lock was retracted like an electric shock, even if it wasn't Zhang Xing, someone should respond.

Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock.

The door continued to knock, and Zhao Lin slowly retreated, no matter what was behind the door, he should not be let in.

Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock!

Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock...

The thing that opened the door seemed to be stimulated by something, and it banged frantically on the door, and the door shook violently, and the old dust shook off the door frame and floated in the room.

Zhao Lin's heart was raised, and he casually picked up the rotten wood on the wall and held it in his hand to strengthen his courage.

No, why hasn't Li Ping woken up yet! Zhao Lin turned his head suddenly, and there was no one on the bed except for the dry and worn quilt.

"Linlin, open the door." Li Ping's voice came faintly from outside the door, Zhao Lin was frightened, and he almost knelt on the ground with a weak leg.

"Zhao Lin, open the door." "Little girl, open the door." Zhang Xing and the old man's voices appeared one after another.

Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock! The knocks on the door gradually deformed the door lock, and the gap between the doors gradually widened, and darkness poured in.

Zhao Lin didn't hesitate, stumbled to the window and desperately pulled the sealed plank, but how much strength can the trembling body bring to his hands?

Pulling with his hands, smashing with wood, and priing the planks with all his strength, the rotten planks did not change at all, not even shaking.

Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock... Ding Ding Ding Ding ...

The sound of knocking on the door stopped abruptly, and something rolled down to Zhao Lin's feet, Zhao Lin slowly lowered his head, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

It's the latch on the door lock, reflecting a cold, metallic sheen in the electric light.

Zhao Lin didn't dare to turn back, he didn't know what he would see, but he was destined not to be the kind old man who came to give gifts.

There was a sound of dull footsteps, and a lot of people came in from outside the room, slowly approaching their backs.

Behind it is not like a room, more like an ice cellar, a hospital... Morgue.

Zhao Lin lost control of his body, he couldn't move, a white and stiff hand stretched out from his waist, slowly scratched up to the position of his neck, hugged it, and exhaled the cold breath at his earlobe, "Linlin, I grabbed you again." ”

More hands covered Zhao Lin's body, dragging her into the endless darkness behind her.

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At 3:15 p.m., the rain had stopped, and a white moon rose outside the window.

Zhao Lin broke free from the nightmare of death, his chest was hot, and he hurriedly pulled out the thing he was wearing around his neck, which was the heirloom pendant left by Zhao Lin's grandfather, which was emitting a faint white light in the night, which had never happened before.

Li Ping was asleep on the side, sweating profusely, her hands clutching the quilt tightly, and her body was cold.

Zhao Lin propped his head and kept exhaling and inhaling, feeling a sense of happiness for the rest of his life.

Zhao Lin wanted to wake up Li Ping, but the sound of heavy breathing came from the side, which was the breathing sound of a third person other than Zhao Lin and Li Ping.

Zhao Lin was terrified, like a fried cat, and his backbone was put into the freezer from top to bottom.

"Squeak... Chirping... "There was a bloated figure on the chaise longue in the room, swaying up and down, and it was from there that the heavy exhalation sounded from, and I couldn't see the breath but not the inhalation.

Zhao Lin hurriedly shook Li Ping beside him, trying to wake her up, but no matter how hard the shaking was, Li Ping didn't react like a corpse.

Zhao Lin's movements stopped suddenly, as if he noticed the movement on the bed, the figure on the rattan chair stopped moving, and the two white eyes were staring at Zhao Lin in the dark night, reflecting the miserable white moonlight outside the window.

The white jade on his chest became hotter and hotter, reminding Zhao Lin of the urgency of the situation.

Escape! Escape! Otherwise, you'll die!

Before the black shadow had the next move, Zhao Lin had already snatched the door out, in the afterglow of his eyes, the face of the black shadow was clearly seen, it was an old woman, with dry white hair, Zhao Lin suddenly thought of the black and white old woman photo hanging in the room, it was the old man's dead wife.

All the furnishings outside the house have changed, the smell of shabby and decay poured into Zhao Lin's nose, dust filled everywhere, and the flat-roofed house turned into tiles leaking everywhere, and the moonlight poured in from the broken tiles, so cold that there was no trace of emotion.

Zhang Xing, who was sleeping in the living room, had long since disappeared, and Zhao Lin was running alone in this almost ruined house.

At the moment when he rushed out of the door of the house, Zhao Lin felt the gaze behind him, and couldn't help but turn back, the old man stood in the door, his skin was terrifyingly white, and his white eyes without pupils stared at Zhao Lin silently, and the door closed with a "bang" in the eyes of Zhao Lin and the old man.

Zhao Lin stood on the rough stone-paved street, the broken red lanterns on the eaves swaying in the wind, the dilapidated tiled houses of the ancient times everywhere, the crooked ruins and broken walls, and the big red lanterns swaying in front of every house.

The trees in the town have long since died, and the branches are covered with broken red satin, perhaps ready for some happy event.

There was no starlight in the sky, only a miserable white moon, extremely cold, absorbing the emotions of the world.

Zhao Lin stood still, looking at the closed dilapidated wooden door, only half of the Fu character was left and shaking, and the heat in his chest tried to resist the coldness of the town, bringing Zhao Lin the only remaining warmth.

Zhao Lin's hand pushing the door was raised and lowered several times, but finally fell to his side.

His best friend was left in the room in front of him, and he couldn't do anything, and he didn't even have the courage to push the door.

"Ah!!!!h

Zhao Lin collapsed at this moment, today's experience broke her previous cognition, she lost her best friend in college, she thought it was just a nightmare, and after waking up, Li Ping would suddenly hug her and tease her in her ear, "Linlin, I caught you again." ”

Zhao Lin's mournful cry echoed in this town, and for a moment the lanterns shook violently, and the bare branches danced, which was the earnest joy of the tragic ending.

"Suzu..."

"Bell Ring..." "Bell Bell Bell..."

The sound of bells came from a distance, and a delicate man walked in with a white lantern.

The jade pendant on his chest seemed to have reached a critical point, and a trace of cracks appeared on the white jade, crackling.

Despair had already swallowed Zhao Lin, and she sat on the ground weakly, looking up at the man approaching in front of her.

The handsome face, with a little elegance, every move under the cyan robe is so otherworldly, incompatible with the world.

Yes, it's "Liu Qingyue".

It was "Liu Qingyue" who replied to make us change our destination, it was "Liu Qingyue" who greeted us at the station, and it was "Liu Qingyue" who pointed out the direction of the town.

Everything, from the beginning of the reply to "Liu Qingyue", drove at full speed to the point of no return.

"You have a good piece of jade, and you also have some spiritual roots."

"You can keep running."

"I'm sorry."

Why apologize, is it a deception to us? Zhao Lin sneered disdainfully.

In the end of the tragedy, the last picture in Zhao Lin's eyes was frozen in Liu Qingyue's white palm stretched out to her forehead, and the last sound heard was the final explosion of the jade pendant.

The world after that is a bleak white, a desperate black.