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Zhou Jiacai realized. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info A huge thrust made it float out of thin air, as if it was held up in the air by a large marshmallow cloud.

Her body was momentarily weightless, as if she was swimming in a space capsule.

Looking out of the window, the black car began to fall down.

thought he had gotten rid of the other party, but Zhou Jia was horrified to see an incredible scene, everything was the same as the slow motion in the movie:

A spike as thick as a tree trunk emerged from the window of the black car, covered in tile-like scales. In the center of the scale armor is a row of keel-like protrusions, and there are many textures on the armor. As it flexes and stretches, the scales on it open and close.

Zhou Jia blinked vigorously, trying to drive away the unreal picture in front of him, but it was useless. Seeing that the scaly monster stretched faster and closer, it approached in an instant, and was about to wrap around their gray car.

Suddenly, a light appeared around their car, and a round, golden circle of light rotated. The strange giant creature full of scales touched the golden circle of light, was blocked and stopped there, it wrapped around it, trying to tighten the aperture, Zhou Jia could even hear the sound of those hard scales rubbing against each other.

As soon as the strange giant moved slightly, the scales on it stood up, each with a red glow underneath. The sharp scales wanted to cut through the golden circle of light and continue to invade. At this moment, the golden circle began to rotate, it turned ninety degrees, became three-dimensional, the circle presented small dots, and projected firelight outward, the flames that rose in the sky were dazzling, like a phoenix breaking through the sky, spreading its wings, strings of feathers like flames fell and scattered in all directions.

The scales seemed to have been scalded by flames, and after a few tremors, they immediately let go.

The black car slammed downward, and the massive scale fell to the ground and plunged straight into the ground. At the same time, another spike covered in scales pierced the door from the other side of the black car and stabbed into the ground. The black body, as if caught by two chopsticks, slowly slid down from it, and finally fell to the ground with a "bang".

Zhou Jia found himself in the car, with the imprint of a ring on the roof and golden text on it.

Such a thing was really unprecedented, Zhou Jia turned his head and wanted to ask Hatty, but saw a golden light shining between his hands.

A halo of golden words wrapped around his fingers, and the aura began to glow.

Their side also began to glow.

The golden ring on the outside of the car slowly shrank, piercing through the ceiling of the car, burrowing through the shell and into the car, getting smaller and smaller, and finally, it turned into a small ball of light and disappeared into the palm of Hatty's hand.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Jia finally came back to his senses.

However, their car also began to fall downwards. Although the final speed was already very slow, Zhou Jia still felt that when he landed, he was a little overwhelmed.

Harti knew the expression on Zhou Jia's face, which was like a frightened rabbit. He sighed helplessly, reached out and unfastened her harness and the reinforced harness around her waist, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

"Are you alright?" asked Hattie softly.

Zhou Jia gasped a few times and opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word.

"I'm sorry," said Hatti, "and I'm not trying to hide it. ”

Zhou Jia's surroundings became more and more hazy, her head became groggy, chaos completely enveloped her, and the world fell into darkness.

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At midnight, Zhou Jia found himself lying on the hotel's oversized double bed, and Hattie was not beside him.

She sat up, thinking about how many tumblings, strokes, and kisses had taken place on this bed. It's been a full week since the first day I met Hatty. No, it's midnight, it's the eighth day.

She moved her gaze to the left side of the bed, where there was a four-legged stool, and every day she woke up to see a new and beautiful dress. He always dresses himself up according to his own wishes.

Zhou Jia began to look at this mysterious suite that seemed to be full of sweetness, but was actually like a prison. I thought: The days of playing with you should be over.

Zhou Jia rolled over and got out of bed and put on the black dress that had been prepared for her. His tastes are changeable, but he always likes to choose this kind of "light" fabric.

Suddenly, the air became a little colder, and she became familiar with the feeling, and walked towards the bathroom without thinking.

I took a deep breath and smelled the familiar smell of almonds. Closing her eyes, she struggled to suppress the uneasiness and nervousness in her heart and pushed open the door to the bathroom.

A shadow covered Zhou Jia's face, and she opened her eyes.

A tall and thin woman stood in front of Zhou Jia, this time without a hat, revealing thick chestnut hair, wearing a long gray skirt and small pointed leather boots.

Shamrock, Zhou Jia muttered the other party's name.

The smile on the woman's face was as peaceful and feminine as the smile on the statue's face.

Zhou Jia looked at her face, it was surprisingly clear, her skin was smooth as ever, without a trace of wrinkles, and she looked much younger than the photo in the diary. Her shiny white skin was clearly not human, and if angled properly, she could even see a shimmering sea-blue sheen glistening across her body.

Zhou Jia walked up to her and faced her.

Ignoring how insurmountable the gap between them was, Zhou Jia stretched out his hand and grabbed Clover's wrist.

His fingers gently stroked the clover's skin, and the cold touch immediately passed through his fingertips.

However, Clover was even more surprised than Zhou Jia. She turned her wrist, unable to believe that she had been caught. Raising her other hand, she held Zhou Jia's hand back.

The two souls seemed to be illuminated by a bright light that overshadowed the sun, and the color of the light was blue. Phantoms flashed in front of the two of them, but they were fleeting, and they didn't have time to do anything other than to catch them in a hurry.

It was their memory, like a small silver fish in a repulse bay flying by.

For a moment, Zhou Jia felt as if she knew everything about her, and she knew everything about herself.

Then the light faded and darkness swept over again.

After a while, Zhou Jia saw a red light in the darkness.

It was a red light in the darkroom.

Clover was busy sorting through the medicine cabinet, picked up a brown medicine bottle, and shook it gently, it was empty. Probably because the weather was too dry, there were some tiny cracks in the lid of the vial. The label of the bottle says "potassium-cyanide"

Zhou Jia immediately understood that this was exactly the scene on the day Clover committed suicide.

Clover took the vial and walked out of the dark room.

Zhou Jia also followed her out of the dark room. Looking around the room, everything was neat and organized. There was a table and an armchair by the window, and Zhou Jia recognized it at a glance, and Shamrock should have written those diaries on this table, because the position of the window was facing Lafayette Square, exactly the same angle as in the snow photograph. It was the morning sun, and the bright light was shining through the window.

Zhou Jia glanced at the clock on the table, and the time displayed was 10:22.

Clover hummed softly, obviously in a very happy mood, and didn't look like someone who was about to commit suicide.

Shamrock walked over to a copper-gray filing cabinet. There is a calendar schedule hanging on the side, which says that the time of today's appointment is half past ten. Thinking that she was going to meet the guests next, she preferred the feeling of low temperatures, but it would be rude to make them feel cold, so she walked over to the fireplace and prepared to add two more pieces of wood to the fire.

As soon as she sat in front of the fireplace, Clover suddenly felt her fingers touch the hot coals, and she cried out, and the small bottle was thrown on the carpet in front of the fireplace. She looked at the skin on her fingers, it was hot, as if it was about to open the flesh.

Clover clenched her fingers tightly and blew on her breath to ease the hot and swollen pain. But her fingers began to turn aqua blue, spreading downward from their fingertips, and at this moment, every nerve in her body seemed to be electrified, and the current spread wantonly in her body. And then it made people even more afraid that it really happened, and the blue skin of the fingertips cracked a slit.

The skin is open!

The cracks in her fingertips slowly climbed upwards, from her arms to her shoulders to her chin, all the way to her face, and Clover wanted to scream loudly, but the voice got stuck in her throat.

Zhou Jia watched thrilling from the sidelines, and the clover was so painful that she couldn't stop moaning on the ground.

"Ah!!" another moan, deeper, but more painful, Zhou Jia had never heard anyone make such a sound, he had seen many patients suffering from terrible diseases, it seemed that it was nothing compared to the pain of the clover in front of him.

The voice suddenly grabbed Zhou Jia's heart, and she felt the pain of Clover.

The clover curled up on the ground, her hands clutching her head as if it were about to split, her body writhing on the carpet in pain. Soon, she let out another shout. Her mouth was pressed against her clothes, so the sound she made sounded even more dull and terrifying.

When Clover raised her head, Zhou Jia was so frightened that the hairs on her body stood on end. When the ghost of Shamrock appeared for the second time, Zhou Jia had seen this face, as if the earth had cracked. And now the rift has just begun, Clover clenched her teeth, and the expression on her face is still visible, it is fear, helplessness, and pain.

Now, Zhou Jia understands that this is not a dream, nor an illusion, but something that really happened.

Eventually, Clover couldn't even make a moan, and she spat out clouds of bluish smoke and fell to the ground motionless.

A long time passed, and there was no movement.

No, there was no sound, and it was so quiet that it was clear that this was the moment of death.

"Honey?" a man's voice came through the door.

Zhou Jia had read in his diary that during the day, Shamrock did not close the door of his room. Zhou Jia didn't know what to do, whether he wanted to find a place to hide.

However, Henry had already broken in directly, and he didn't see Zhou Jia, but ran to Clover's side and asked loudly, "Honey, what's wrong with you, what's the matter?"

Zhou Jia walked up to him and shook his hand twice in front of Henry's eyes, he really couldn't see himself. However, Zhou Jia felt that Henry's face was so unfamiliar, not as high-spirited as seen in the photo, but looked much older, and it was full of fragility and horror.

He "plopped" and fell to his knees, first to feel the clover's breathing, then to feel his pulse. At this point, her breathing and pulse stopped.

Henry seemed to see the little bottle on the edge of the carpet in front of the fireplace, he climbed over and picked it up, and when he saw the words on the bottle, his emotions finally exploded, and he yelled, "No!!!"

He slammed the bottle to the ground, and the cracked lid on the bottle shattered as it hit the ground. Henry was half-kneeling on the ground, his face flushed, and the green veins on his forehead were visible, which was a mixture of sadness and anger. He froze for a few seconds, then crawled back to Clover's body, and with all his strength he called out his wife's name, "Clover, Clover!" and he hugged Clover, took her in his arms, and hugged her hard.

Zhou Jia was stunned, not knowing what to do. Look at the clover in Henry's arms, she just closed her eyes, as if she was asleep, and the skin on her body became pale and shiny.

Henry clasped his hands behind the clover, his chin against her head, tears pouring down like beads of broken thread.

"I didn't expect that my own death could make Henry so sad. ”

Zhou Jia turned his head to see that it was a clover. I thought: This is the voice of the clover, very beautiful, very soft, but so sad.

"That's how I stood here that day and saw these images, and I wanted to put my arms around Henry and tell him that I was okay, that I was fine, but I couldn't touch him, I could only watch him cry in pain. I've never seen him like this, and I've never seen him cry or get angry since I got married, but if I can hold it back, he'll never have a seizure. In fact, sometimes, I want him to show his emotions in front of me, and this day he actually gave me these two lessons at one time, and I can no longer hug him and comfort him. ”

Soon, Henry remembered something, he picked up the clover and put it on the couch next to him, wiped the tears from his face with his hands, and he turned and ran away.

Zhou Jia and Shamrock were standing in his course, and he passed through the bodies of the two of them, and when he ran to the door, he looked back again at the corpse lying on the sofa.

"He went to call a doctor. Clover barely managed to squeeze out a smile, "He knew I was hopeless, and he went to the doctor." ”

The image in front of me briefly glowed, and then disappeared immediately. (To be continued.) )