To my frozen hometown

Chapter 13 This Will Be a Desperate Trip

With the exception of drunks and homeless people, people generally go to bed early after nightfall.

At night in the greenhouse, there are usually only a few scattered street lights, shining alone on the street.

But at this time, a room in the hotel had not turned off the lights.

In the guest room, Liu Yuan was sitting on the head of the bed, holding a square cloth in her hand, wiping her old revolver.She wiped it very carefully, wiping every corner of the gun body with a square towel, as if she was slowly rubbing the glyphs that had almost been smoothed by time with her fingers.

The lamp beside the bed illuminated her side, but also shrouded the other half of her body in darkness.

When the gun body had been wiped clean, Liu Yuan opened the pistol's magazine.With her light touch, the cylinder twisted, making a sound like gears rubbing.When the bullet nest slowly stopped, Liu Yuan pointed the muzzle of the gun at the wall again, and closed one eye, as if adjusting the crosshair.

"Click." The pocket watch on the side made a light sound, and the minute hand moved one tick, which meant that another minute had passed.

Liu Yuan put the pistol on the bedside and rubbed his neck.

And on the wall she aimed at with the pistol just now, a flying insect flew away in a hurry and escaped out of the half-open window.

It was getting late, and she was about to turn off the lights and rest.

But just when Liu Yuan reached out to turn off the desk lamp, there was a sound of shaking from the table beside him.

Liuyuan turned her head and found that the communicator that Watson had given her had rang.

Generally speaking, there is only one reason why this communicator was activated, that is, Watson has found Al's sister.

Anyway, it is impossible for Watson to fall asleep in the middle of the night and suddenly want to talk to her.

Aware of the news that the other party might bring, Liu Yuan got out of bed, went to the table and picked up the communicator.

"Hello." Looking down at the small black box, Liu Yuan said aloud.

"Hello." Watson's voice came from the communicator: "Excuse me, is this Ms. Yuan?"

"Well, it's me." At the table, Liu Yuan replied, picked up the kettle on the table, and poured himself a glass of water.

"Okay, I believe Ms. Yuan also knows why I contacted you, so I'll tell you directly." Watson obviously had no intention of chatting, and said bluntly.

"According to the information you gave me before, we have already found the address of that Ms. Alice, just."

His voice paused, as if slowing down a bit.

"I remember you told me earlier that this Ms. Alice is the sister of the child named Al?"

"That's right." Liu Yuan picked up the water glass and put it to his mouth: "Is there any problem?"

The other end of the communicator fell into a brief silence. After the silence, Watson's voice came again.

"So, unfortunately, when we found this Ms. Alice, it was in the cemetery of the greenhouse. She was buried under No. 120 and No. [-] in the third park. Sorry, she has passed away."

The air in the room smelled a little stale, probably because it hadn't been ventilated in time when I went out in the morning.

Liu Yuan sat at the table and drank the water in the cup, frowning slightly, it seemed that the result did not surprise her, it just made her a little distressed.

"Ms. Yuan, you may need to inform Al of this news, and please tell her at an appropriate time."

Watson's tone was not relaxed, and it could be heard that he was not very good at expressing these things.

"It's not too early now, Ms. Yuan, good night."

After speaking, his voice disappeared in the communicator.

Liu Yuanyuan was still sitting at the table, until she drank half of the water in her hand, then she put the remaining half glass of water on the table, got up and turned off the light in the room.

Perhaps, this can only be regarded as a reasonable thing, isn't it.

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Watson put the communicator aside and looked down at the note in his hand. The note said it was the address of the cemetery.

He didn't know what kind of mood that girl would feel after knowing that her sister was dead. What he knew was that this was a common tragedy in this era.Everyone has lost so much, so much that even losing a loved one seems to have become a common thing.

This is a sad time, but he alone, or an army, can't change this fact at all.

Human beings seem powerless, since the day of the disaster.

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It was the third day after they arrived in the greenhouse when Liuyuan told Al the news.

The weather that day was a bit cold, and I could feel the loss of temperature when I breathed.

The gravekeeper pushed open the iron gate of the cemetery, allowing Liuyuan and Al to enter the cemetery.

Surrounded by gray tones, cold stone monuments stand on the cold ground.

Liu Yuan stood with Al in front of the No. 120 cemetery. On the tombstone was a photo of a young woman smiling.

You know, it's easy to tell that she's Al's sister, because the woman in the photo also has a simple, pure smile.

Al looked at the photo on the tombstone without saying a word, without crying, and without showing too much sadness.

It's just that Liu Yuan saw the girl's clean eyes, which gradually became like most people, without any gleam.

The empty cemetery was so silent that there was only a little wind leaking in, blowing the small stones in front of the tombstone.

Liu Yuan pulled her coat. In the past, when people from her hometown visited their deceased relatives, they would put a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone.It's just that in this day and age, it seems that even a bouquet of flowers has become a luxury.

"Maybe," she said to Al, "I should go."

She has already taken Al to find her sister, so theoretically speaking, the commission can be considered completed.

Yanagihara took out Al's letter from his coat and handed it to Al.

"Give it to your sister with your own hands."

What is written in the letter?

It was probably some words that the girl had been thinking about for a long time but couldn't speak, or it might just be a few simple words.

Or for girls, this letter may represent something more.

It's just that she has no chance to convey these to her sister now.

Liu Yuan turned around and walked towards the outside of the cemetery. She didn't like this place very much, because there were dead people everywhere, which made her feel that she was one of them.

But just when she was about to walk away.

Al, who was standing in front of the cemetery, suddenly called out to her.

"Liu Yuan, can I go with you?" In front of the tombstone, the girl asked with those dull eyes.

"Is this a commission?" Liu Yuan stopped in his tracks.

"Not counting." The girl's voice was weak: "I don't have anything to pay you anymore."

"That's a request." Liu Yuan turned around slowly: "Can you tell me a reason for agreeing to you?"

The girl didn't speak anymore, because she couldn't give any reason.

Liu Yuan watched her silent for a while, then suddenly said.

"So if I tell you that I'm going to seek death, do you still want to follow me?"

Liu Yuan's words were enough to shock any ordinary person, but Al just lowered his head and looked at the gray-black ground under his feet.

"Think." She said so, leaving no room for herself.

Liuyuan understood that the current Al was already the same person as her.

"Then follow me." She agreed to Al, and then stood aside silently.

"Woo." Maybe I couldn't hold back anymore.

Al bit her lip, knelt down on the ground, warm tears dripped from her eyes, and fell into the cold soil.

The cemetery is no longer silent.

Liu Yuan raised his head and looked at the sky outside the greenhouse.

She suddenly remembered that someone had told her that crying could make a person in pain feel better.

But whether it can really feel better, Liu Yuan doesn't know.

After all, she can't feel pain, and it's like another sentence that person said to her.

Her mind has long been barren.

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There was a thin layer of mist floating in the air at night, which made the surrounding things look a lot hazy, and also made the lights look a little more dizzy.

On the bench beside the path in the cemetery, Liu Yuan sat in the chair, silently staring at a stone by the side of the road.

On the other side of the chair, Al was lying there, covered with Liuyuan's overcoat, breathing evenly, probably already asleep.

She fell asleep lightly, her eyes still a little red.

It may be that he finally communicated with the lonely stone, or it may be that he finally waited until the girl fell asleep peacefully.

Liu Yuan turned his head sideways, looked at the girl lying on the side, stood up and helped her up.

She carried the girl on her back, and the other person's body was so light that it seemed weightless.

Along the path of the cemetery, Liuyuan walked outside with Al on his back.

There is no extra sound on the road at night. People are really contradictory creatures. They usually like to be quiet, but when they are too quiet, they will feel scared.

This is probably the case now, the whole world is silent.

Walking out of the cemetery through the path, and closing the iron gate, Liu Yuan seemed to sense something, and raised his eyes to look at the street lamp beside the cemetery.

There was a man standing there with his back under the street lamp, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a half-smoked cigarette.

The two looked at each other for a while, until the man under the street lamp took off the cigarette from his mouth.

Watson's complexion is not good. Because of work, he has not slept for about 24 hours.

He stared at Liu Yuan, and Al who was covered with a coat on Liu Yuan's back, and for a while, he twitched the corner of his mouth with a wry smile.

"I know it's not a good time to talk about this, but I really don't have much time."

As he said this, he stood under the street lamp, his eyes were covered by the shadow of the brim of his hat, and his face was depressed.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Yuan, I need to briefly explain to you about the content of my commission."

(End of this chapter)