COC Running Group-Long Dream Endless

It was June, when most countries were enjoying the beach and the sea in summer, but the Australian mainland was in severe winter, and Brisbane ushered in a more "refreshing" winter wind than in previous years.However, today's outdoors seemed to return to the early summer for a short time. There was a hint of warmth in the air, so Sanders couldn't help but unbuttoned the second button of his shirt, and rolled the sleeves to his arms by the way.

This man in a plaid shirt is not as unkempt and sloppy as his plaid shirt companions majoring in science and engineering or IT, and he doesn't wear a pair of corduroy overalls underneath.On the contrary, he has short and refreshing hair, and his sideburns are meticulously trimmed. Looking closely, his beard is also trimmed into a beautiful shape.This is a guy whose eyebrows are neatly restrained in a perfect sword shape, but has no makeup.If someone is near Sanders at this time, there will probably be a faint hint of comforting men's perfume.

At this moment, this apparently capable man was standing at the top of a 45-degree steep slope, firmly restraining his desire to rush down the slope, maintaining a steady and steady pace.

"Sanders, you are already a mature man, this kind of childish thing has completely bid farewell to you, don't try to be unstoppable like a little ghost..." Sanders warned himself in his heart, but he glanced at it from the corner of his eye. A black shadow flew past with a whoosh.

It was a girl in a black sweater with half a popsicle in her mouth and red headphones. She leaned back to maintain her balance and jumped down.When the girl was about to reach the slope, the girl stopped the car in two steps, shook her head contentedly, and walked away slowly.

Sanders sighed in his heart, looked back, and took a step.When he realized that his gaze was almost completely attracted by the popsicle just now, and even now the afterimage of the popsicle was almost appearing in front of his eyes, he began to seriously consider whether he should buy several boxes of ice cream with different flavors in the supermarket.

Suddenly, Sanders stopped, and he felt a little stiff as if his body had fallen into an ice cellar.He took a low breath, and then exhaled slowly, as if he wanted to exhale all the uneasiness in his heart along with his breath, and it took a long time before he returned to normal.

The culprit that caused his short-term stiffness was a fat, stiff squirrel lying in the green belt on the roadside. Its brown-gray fur was still faintly shiny, and it looked smooth and soft. Its pure black eyes were round and round like It is inlaid with glass beads.

Here's a squirrel that died about last night.

In fact, such scenes are not uncommon in Australian cities. The crisis faced by small mammals living here is not only from pythons lurking in the shadows or crocodiles near the water, but also from ferocious carnivorous raptors and Broken leaking wires.There are often small animals that climb up the electric pole at night, get electrocuted and die while trying to cross the road along the electric wire, and fall into the bushes or the side of the road.

It stands to reason that it is already a familiar scene, but Sanders just can't overcome this fear that seems to come from the soul.

He has always maintained a strange fear of dead and stiff animals. Although he is not a vegetarian and has never been afraid of witnessing the bloody scenes of slaughtering livestock in slaughterhouses, those stiff animal carcasses always make him shudder.

Dripping blood or clear-textured pieces of meat will not make Saunders, who loves to cook, feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, the soft fur, slightly cloudy eyes and stiff paws of dead animals are all things Saunders dare not If you look closely, the more unchanged the dead animal is, the more terrifying it will be.

In a trance, he felt the cold breath lingering around him, his body was assimilated as if he could not move, and a strong sense of repulsion and nausea accumulated in his chest, until it hindered his breathing.The few seconds of turning the head to avoid this scene are always unbearably stretched in the senses, and the hands and feet are so cold that it seems that if you move even a little, you will make the rusty sound of mechanical rotation.The sense of resistance from the bottom of his heart tortured Sanders continuously at this moment, making his face pale, while some physiological tears ooze from the corners of his eyes, and a thin layer of cold sweat breaks out on his forehead.

It wasn't until the warm wind surrounded Sanders and relieved the cold that almost soaked into the cracks in his bones, that Sanders exhaled a long breath of stale air, and shivered to wake up.

It was discovered on the day that the hamster that Sanders raised died. The little guy who was so cute that Sanders didn't want to let go of it was no different from it when it was alive, except that it lost its body temperature and soft touch.However, Sanders couldn't move because of fear. He felt his heart was clenched by something, and his body seemed to be crawled by tiny insects. It seemed that every hair was standing on end, warning of danger and ominousness.

Sanders' fear lasted until he was interrupted by his aunt, who vaguely recalled her sigh: "This kid must be so sad, it really hurts."

After that, the memory became ambiguous, and I couldn't remember what happened after that anyway. It was probably because the impact was too great and Sanders was too young at that time, so this unpleasant memory was blurred.

Also since then, Sanders no longer raises any animals, and deliberately avoids any places where he may come into contact with such scenes.

It's a pity that the city he lives in is destined to bring him some unexpected and unavoidable stimulation from time to time.

The squirrel that was not there yesterday was really cute. His slightly obese body showed that he was ready for the winter. His bright black eyes were staring at the sky, as if he would blink at any time.

"It's so pitiful." Sanders turned his head to the side and muttered. He didn't know whether he was mourning the little animal or the psychological problems that he couldn't recover from. After that, he started walking again, just like everyone who passed by. , no one stops here.

Ten minutes later, Sanders walked into the air-conditioned office before his shirt was drenched in sweat.

Everyone in the office is doing their job, and no one even looks up when Sanders walks in.In the quiet room, there were only the sound of typing on the keyboard and the slight sound of the central air conditioner. The cool air made Sanders breathe a sigh of relief.

After a while, the coffee machine hummed slightly, and Sanders leaned on the countertop to smell the aroma of coffee.

"Make me a cup too, double milk and one sugar, thank you." A white wrist protruded from the single partition, three silver rings were worn on the slender fingers, and there was a complicated pattern on the back of the hand. Indian style pattern.

Sanders sighed, the lady is still so callous, hot coffee is placed on two adjacent desks: "The air conditioner is turned on in winter, this country is always so deviated from common sense."

Saying so, Sanders loosened his tie slightly, unbuttoned his cuffs, and sat on the seat.

On the opposite side of the partition was a girl wearing a white shirt and suit pants. At this moment, the top two buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned, revealing her collarbone and fair skin.Her skin is not as white as a normal person's, and if it is in the sun, it can almost reflect white light.Her neat work attire did not conceal her feminine charm, but it also brought a hint of sharpness and toughness.

Her flaxen-colored long hair reaches her waist, and a fluffy braid hangs down her back. According to the average Australian standard, her hair volume will make more than half of the girls jealous.There are strands of lighter-colored blond hair among the long flaxen-colored hair, and some hairs hang down from the forehead and scatter near the ears, making her face look softer. A pair of light-colored eyes are between blue and gray. It is also exquisite and there is no room for adjustment.

She looks like a pampered young lady, but according to her own account, she was born in a rather desolate small village, the kind where the mobile phone never has a signal.If it wasn't for the tsunami that made almost everyone in the village unknown, and she was the only one who was miraculously rescued lying on a wooden board and adopted by her current parents, she would still be a simple illiterate at this time.

Of course, her story has always been called Missy's bizarre fantasy by other people in the office behind her back. No one believed her background story, but it was just a perfunctory lie that Eve didn't like to recall the past.

"If you don't turn on the air conditioner, you're probably going to die of heat in that outfit," Eve rolled her eyes, with a mocking arc on her lips, "You have to admit, it's still so warm here even in winter, of course we can only rely on The cold air conditioner simulates winter."

Sanders shrugged: "I admit that what you said makes sense. By the way, the tattoos on the back of your hands are very beautiful. Did you get them on Wednesday?"

"You think it looks good too? I've wanted to paint for a long time. Isn't there always a tattoo shop in the school market on Wednesday?" Eve looked at the back of her hand proudly, "I finally made up my mind to try it the day before yesterday. It's much better, it doesn't hurt at all, and by the time I get tired of the pattern it's almost faded."

Saunders knew that tattoo shop, which seemed to be run by some Indian women. They always wore their traditional costumes to help beautiful girls trim their eyebrows or draw complicated tattoos on the back of their hands. These are not expensive. Service has always been popular.

The nearly black pattern on the back of her hand is exquisite and the lines are smooth, but for some reason, Sanders always feels that the pattern is a little different from what he usually sees. Those lines seem to form some patterns similar to words.When Sanders couldn't help staring at the patterns more carefully, for just a moment, he felt that the patterns seemed to be slightly twisted and wriggled.

Sanders narrowed his eyes, could this be a hallucination?

"Why are you looking so serious? Try it yourself if you like." Eve put down her hand with a smile, picked up the coffee cup instead, and took a sip of coffee. "Speaking of which, the store changed its owner the day before yesterday. , not an Indian, but a local. Of course, the technology is still very good."

Seeing that he couldn't continue to study those patterns, Sanders also left these things behind. How could the patterns on the back of his hands be twisted and wriggled? It's just an optical illusion at best.

Sanders told himself so, but he didn't know why, but he always felt a little uneasy, probably because he read too many horror stories, he thought to himself.

strange dream

The sound of clacking keyboards came from the cubicle next to him, and Saunders shrugged and sat down at his desk.Now that it is mid-June, most of the students are enjoying the holidays, and the few remaining in school are the unlucky ones who are still struggling at the end of the exam weekend and the graduates who are about to attend the graduation ceremony.

For Sanders, who works in the consulting office of the Language Building, this is the most leisurely period of time.As a result, the entire floor was much quieter, and the office did not have the usual tense and flustered atmosphere.

Bang, ah, F**k!

The three consecutive noises startled everyone in the originally quiet office to focus on the person who made the sound. Eve stared at her white shirt with a blue face, and the coffee-colored liquid dripped from her chest. Slip, drip.

She fumbled around frantically, and Sanders handed her tissue box to Eve just in time. Eve didn't have time to thank her, and hurriedly grabbed a bunch of tissues to dry the coffee on her clothes.

Sanders looked at Eve sympathetically, crossed his legs to watch the fun, and shrugged beggingly for mercy under Eve's sharp eyes.Seeing a student coming out of the elevator outside the consultation office, Saunders expressed his regret in body language: Look, work made me lose the opportunity to comfort you. This is not out of escape or watching you lively.

Ignoring Eve's sharp eyes behind him, Sanders got up and straightened his collar and walked to the front desk. He was always serious when facing work.After he stood at the information desk and smiled kindly, the student happened to walk to the information desk.

"Hello, I heard that our school participates in... I mean there is a student discount for applying for IELTS, or is it a school subsidy or something like that, it seems to be half price?"

The girl Sanders recognized at a glance was the guy wearing the red earphones he met on the road before. She was hanging the earphones around her neck at the moment, and she seemed a little nervous organizing her words.

Sanders nodded with a smile, took up the conversation considerately, and began to introduce the school's preferential policies for the IELTS test.The three months before and after the graduation season can be regarded as the peak period for students to apply for the IELTS exam. Everyone is looking for the half-price discount.

Lisa, who was standing outside the information desk, confirmed that she was not mistaken about the school's preferential policies. She had a happy look on her face, and her words became smoother: "That means I must be in this school within three months before and after graduation. If you take the exam, you can get a discount, right? It seems that I have to wait for more than three months before the discount period comes."

"If you graduate in the second half of the year, that's the case." Sanders nodded, and after a while on the computer, he turned the computer screen to Lisa, "This is the IELTS test time from September to February next year. After that, you can directly It’s good to sign up, there are plenty of seats.”

After talking for a while, Lisa, who came to consult, left the consultation office contentedly. Sanders saw an extra bouquet of flowers stuffed in the side pocket of her backpack on her back, and remembered that there seemed to be a graduation ceremony of a certain college today.

Eve has already changed into a thin coat, and the white shirt that fits her has been washed by her hands. The air conditioner is hanging on the back of the chair, but it still seems to be dripping wet. It seems that it won't be able to dry before leaving get off work.

The smile on Sanders' face could hardly be suppressed, and Eve rolled her eyes and complained: "I'm so unlucky, and you actually know how to smile? Are you still friends?"

Seeing that Eve is urgently looking for someone to share her bad luck, Sanders restrained his smile, and the gentleman nodded: "Then as a friend, I will naturally share it for you, tell me, let me hear about your bad luck happy happy."

Eve sighed and rested her chin on one hand: "I'm not in the mood to argue with you anymore. I just slipped my hand just now. It was really unlucky last night. I was quite happy at first, you know, the city center This is a bar, the girls in it are really pretty, and the little skirt really can't cover anything..."

There was a happy expression on Eve's face, as if remembering what happened last night, but the relaxed expression lasted for a moment, and the next second Eve frowned: "It was almost two o'clock when I got home, remember?" I don’t know, I’m so tired. I fell asleep as soon as I got home without taking off my makeup.”

Sanders leaned forward a little, realizing that this was probably going to be the highlight of the show.

Eve swallowed, and continued: "Before this, everything was normal, but after that, I had a dream... I don't know how to describe it, and I don't know if you will believe it."

"Of course I believe it, you just say it," Sanders showed a sincere expression, "What kind of nightmare? Was it torn apart by a ghost doll crawling out of the closet? That was my deepest childhood shadow .”

"It would be fine if it was just that," Eve shook her head with a wry smile, "I know I'm in a dream, how can I describe that feeling? It's like you know you're really dreaming, but you can't wake up anyway."

"In the dream, everything seemed to be shrouded in mist, twisted and shaken, and I could barely see what was going on in front of me. It seemed that there were ancient ruins and broken walls under my feet, all of which were formed by piles of huge rocks. Like any ruin style I've seen. Those huge rocks seem to have text-like graphics on them. I think it's probably some kind of hieroglyphs, maybe ancient Chinese? But I don't think that's possible, that's really It's too complicated, I can't decipher it at all, and I can't even guess the meaning of those words."

Saunders knows that Eve is a history buff, relying on the opportunity of working in a university to study various historical documents, and always digs into museums every time she travels. If she has never seen it, or even has no impression, it is probably quite A rare type of ruins.

"Everything around me is like an ancient absurd fantasy, and even the most incomprehensible absurd novels can't describe a ten-thousandth part of what I saw. I saw some strange and twisted totems on some stones, But I didn't have time to look carefully, it could have been evidence to verify the authenticity of my dream.

I always feel that everything is extraordinarily real, but there is no way to explain it with any common sense I know.I feel that I may be at the bottom of the water, or in the deep sea, because everything is distorted to varying degrees, but I can breathe freely.I know it's all a dream and it's normal to have conflicts, but I can't take this 'normal' for granted. "

Eve subconsciously folded her arms and leaned against the back of the chair, lowered her eyes, forming a shadow under her eyes: "I heard something calling me, a strange voice. I didn't want to, but I couldn't control myself. I I have been walking forward, and everything passing by seems horrifying... Maybe this is luck, I can't see anything, I just keep walking, I don't know where my destination is, and I don't know where I am going. I don't know how long it will take me to walk. I only feel that my body is abnormally cold, and the cold soaks into the bone marrow, and even my consciousness seems to be frozen."

She took a deep breath and shook her head nervously: "I feel like my whole body is frozen, my steps gradually slow down, and finally I can't even move. There is something in front of me, I can't see it, but I know it Yes, there is something right in front of me."

Infected by Eve's emotions, Sanders restrained his teasing expression, and asked softly and in a low voice: "What is it? What exactly can you see?"

"I feel that everything in front of me seems to be covered by a black veil, and everything is constantly distorted. In the depths of the darkness where the distance cannot be judged, there is a distorted black figure. I can't see his appearance clearly, nor can I Describe what I saw, maybe it was a huge sea beast, or the most terrifying creature in fantasy, I don't understand." Eve's face became paler, and the memory seemed to have caused her a lot of burden, "I can't I understood what I saw, but the moment I looked away, a sense of suffocation enveloped me, a force made me suffocate and I couldn't move at the same time. I even doubted that I would die in my dream... etc. When I finally woke up, I found myself lying on the sofa, but the feeling of suffocation seemed to remain in reality."

"Did you roll up the quilt after you fell asleep, so you were stuffy and felt suffocated?" Sanders asked subconsciously.

Eve shook her head: "It's impossible. I didn't cover the quilt at night, I just slept wrapped in clothes. When I woke up, the clothes were pressed under my body, and it was impossible to hinder my breathing. And the suffocation I felt Definitely not just to the extent of being entangled in fabric."

Sanders opened his mouth and said after a while: "Did you drink too much, or did you drink..."

Eve understood Sanders' unfinished words: "No, I drank very restrained last night, and I didn't drink anything particularly high, just a bottle of Baileys and my drinking capacity will not be a problem. What's more, I watched the bottle of wine open, poured it into the glass and drank it myself, and the wine never left my sight during this period."

"Is this your first nightmare like this?"

"Of course! If I've dreamed about such a terrible dream, how can I have no impression..." Eve's words that were full of confidence suddenly paused at the end, with a slightly confused expression on her face, "It shouldn't be. , I don't think I've ever had such a strange dream, but... it always feels a little familiar..."

Is my own memory so unreliable?Eve began to question her memory and IQ. She thought that at least she would never forget such a nightmare.

"Maybe this is some childhood shadow of yours? Have you ever seen or heard similar descriptions, and recreated this scene in a dream under pressure?" Sanders asked confused.

Eve shuddered, and her face became even more ugly: "No, I would rather all this is my fantasy, rather than something real that I have seen or heard in reality."

your name

Given his long-term understanding of Eve, Saunders felt that it was useless to continue guessing. Obviously, Eve himself could not make any clear judgments. The coffee was pushed in front of Eve.

He has never been the type who is good at comforting others, and in this case, he can only express his care through actions.Eve took a sip of coffee silently, as if she was still recalling yesterday's dream, the slightly blue dark circles under her eyes could not be completely covered even by a slightly thick foundation.

"I should have found out earlier," Sanders looked at the quiet Eve, and said to himself silently, "She doesn't look like usual at all, although she is still so good at instructing others."

It wasn't until getting off work that Eve seemed to get rid of unpleasant memories through hard work. Sanders looked at her with some concern, and Eve keenly noticed the gaze from her friend: "Don't worry, I'm much better I don't plan to go to any parties these two days, I need to stay at home for two more days, make myself some desserts, and calm down."

Seeing that Eve had returned to his usual optimism, Saunders breathed a sigh of relief: "I'll take you home later, and I'll go to your house to confiscate all your alcohol. You'd better not touch alcohol for the next two days gone."

"You're right," Eve nodded obediently, "but I refuse! Why don't you let me drink?"

Sanders raised his eyebrows: "I will definitely return the wine to you after I make sure you are okay. I never drink alcohol, so don't worry, I will keep your collection until you recover."

In front of the single-story double-story building, Sanders was holding a large cardboard box, which contained all kinds of spirits. Eve stood at the gate of the yard and stared at Sanders resentfully, but she had to look at him with pain. Take away all the fine wines in your collection.

Seeing Sanders take away all her treasures, it is impossible to say that Eve does not feel pain in her heart. To be precise, Sanders is no different from an enemy in her eyes now, but reason still warns her Drinking less and staying sane is the best choice.

There was a sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the quiet bedroom. The room, which was not particularly clean at first, became like it had just experienced a robbery or a hurricane. Eve's forehead was covered with sweat, and there was a lot of dust on her hands .

She stared at the diary she finally got from the bottom of the cabinet, and hurriedly flipped through it. After flipping through it for a while, Eve didn't know whether she was disappointed or relieved to find that the diary from two years ago did not record any nightmares. Information.

Brushing the dust off the cover, looking at the half-blank page at the back of the book, Eve picked up the pen that was also lying on the ground, and wrote down her dream on the blank page. The description was detailed and vivid as if she was afraid of forgetting. It also caused her to recall the fear and panic in her heart last night, and her complexion became more and more ugly.

By the time Sanders walked out of Eve's small building with the wine, it was completely dark. The street lights on the side of the road flickered because of the unstable current, and then suddenly went out completely. When he looked back, he could see Eve There was a light in the bedroom window on the second floor of the house.

Since this girl bought this suite and lived alone, her home has become a standard single youth room. Most of the things are thrown directly on the ground, so it is easy to find. Just look down and sweep away with your feet. up.

Her adoptive parents are far away on the other side of Australia, and they have little contact with each other. Therefore, sometimes when things break down and the cat at home runs away, she has to ask her colleagues for help.Sanders, as her neighbor and a good friend, naturally became Eve's primary target. Of course, the dessert as a thank you to Eve was also the most popular in the office.

As Sanders walked, he thought about which dessert to order from Eve next time, which would be more worthy of his labor. He was already a little out of breath.It's not the first time that Sanders has reflected on why he chose this apartment on the commanding heights. Although its rent is one of the best 'cheap' in this area, the interior itself is quite satisfactory.

Compared with other apartments or single-family buildings, this apartment is clean and soundproof. There is even a security door under the floor, and the balcony is big enough to have a BBQ outside. However, its location is really dissatisfying.

It’s okay to control the desire to go downhill when you go to work every day. Climbing up a slightly steep slope when you get off work is even more torture, and when this torture becomes a daily activity, it becomes even more unbearable.

Sanders sighed secretly, and found that all the crimes should be attributed to the real estate agent. The honest and honest agent David was driving a car and pulled Sanders downstairs to the apartment, making him completely ignore walking to the apartment. The hard work of the apartment.

Shaking his head, Sanders resisted the wine even higher, and climbed to the top of the slope in one go.Seeing a guy in front of him taking out a key to open the door, Sanders quickened his pace and followed his predecessors into the apartment building.

***

"Honestly, why Lisa?" The nonsensical question came from the dining table in the left rear.

The person who asked the question was a short girl. According to today's aesthetics, she was not very beautiful, but she gave off a neat and tidy feeling, and she would never be ignored even if she was thrown in the crowd.On the one hand, this is due to her pleasing smile, and on the other hand, her aura all over her body. Such a girl is definitely someone who is willing to ask for help when encountering confusion.

She was sitting on the dining table at the moment, tossing the empty Coke bottle boredly, and took out the straw inside and squeezed it into a strange shape.

"Didn't you notice?" Lisa who was asked the question leaned leisurely on the sofa, stretched her fingers stiffly, and waited for the nail polish to dry, "We have been studying in Tu'ao for almost two years. The guy with the same name? I've only met two people so far."

Johanna at the dining table walked to the other side of the sofa and sat down, reached out and picked up the ps4 controller on the TV cabinet, and opened Isaac: "I haven't encountered it before, so no one chooses such a simple name? "

Lisa picked up another handle, skillfully drove a little follower to join the game, and manipulated the little follower to follow Johanna's crying bag into the room on the left, where a group of fat people dangled around.

"Isn't it? International students seldom choose this kind of name that they think is popular. However, in fact, locals in Tuao rarely choose this name. Of course, I don't know about other countries. The main reason for choosing this name is to avoid It’s troublesome to hit names in class, look how many Ashleys there are in our class.” While talking, the two of them had already cleared out the fat people in the room.

"Look at the screen, I'm going to blow up the wall, you stay away." Johanna, who shared the rent with Lisa, put the joystick, "What you said makes sense, the last time I saw the name Lisa was in elementary school English In the textbook."

"Me too." Lisa stared at the little follower she manipulated, and after being skillfully killed by the monster, she threw the handle aside and collapsed back on the sofa, focusing on Johanna's performance, "Ah, the nails are scratched .”

Staring dissatisfiedly at Cenghua's index finger, and then looking at the time on the phone, Lisa scratched her head: "No, I have to go out, today my former roommate's graduation ceremony, I'm going to send a bouquet of flowers, and by the way, I have to consult About the IELTS test."

"Ask me, too. If possible, we can take the test together." Johanna stared at the TV screen without looking up, "You can find a job if you get a high score and go back to China."

"Understood." Putting the red earphones over her ears, Lisa waved her hands and walked out the door.After a while, the door opened again, and Lisa walked back to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and got a popsicle before actually leaving home for school.

In mid-June, there were no pedestrians not only in the campus, but also in the entire St. Lucia area. Most of the international students living in this area had returned to their home countries, and the rest were either traveling or staying at home.

Under the sun, Lisa couldn't stop the car and rushed down the slope, the music in the earphones was deafening, she just immersed herself in her own world, ignoring the shirt man who passed her by, ignoring her favorite little boy. In the wooden house, I didn't see the dead squirrels on the ground with black eyes reflecting the color of the sky.

cabin reverie

The single-family wooden house opposite the green belt where the squirrel is lying down is Lisa's favorite building. This kind of wooden house is quite common in the residential area here. It is not warm in winter and cool in summer. It has never been the first choice for international students. .Especially the sound insulation of this kind of house is terrible, a little noise can be heard clearly in the whole house and even outside.

This wooden house is particularly dilapidated. Many parts of the exterior covered by white paint have peeled off. At the same time, there are many unknown stains on many places on the outer wall. It must be the masterpiece of the large number of birds nearby.

This house is built on a slope, so the part connected to the ground is composed of a warehouse and an open garage. The real living area is actually located on the second floor, which also avoids the anti-human operation of the sloping floor.

This architectural style is very common in this area, the only thing that is not common is the "design" of the doors and windows of this wooden house.

One corner of the window protrudes from the wall, and there is a slanted gap under the window frame, while the whole vertical bar on the left side of the door is made of glass, allowing you to see the porch and a lonely window without a lampshade on the top. Bulb.This is not really a design, but more like a last resort to make up for it due to disrepair.

What makes the cabin even more weird is that on the side of the courtyard without fences, there is a well that looks old.There is no bearing above the well for drawing water, but the family uses the well quite frequently.They usually tie the barrel with a rope, throw it down and then lift it up. The method of use is quite rough.And the bucket tied with the rope is always thrown in the yard like this, by the side of the field or by the well depending on the situation. Anyway, no one has ever come back to steal a broken bucket.

If she is not in a hurry, Lisa always likes to stop in front of this hut, imagining the scary passages and scenes in various American horror movies.After all, when the light at the entrance of this hut is turned on at night, the dim light shines on the weeds in the yard that have never been taken care of, which can always bring some mysterious atmosphere.

What attracted Lisa's attention to this hut at first was that there used to be a slender, dark to shiny little snake in the courtyard. At first Lisa regarded it as an old water pipe, but one time in front of her. After Lisa's face swam around and changed its posture, it became Lisa's observation target.

It's a pity that after the family planted sunflowers in that small field, the black snake left the small courtyard it loves, but after that, Lisa's attention always stayed on the hut unconsciously.

Although Lisa missed the pleasure of stopping at the cabin to look for snakes on the way to school, she wouldn't miss it on the way back, since she had plenty of time to waste on the journey.

As night fell, Lisa, who was dragged by her ex-roommate to take countless photos in every corner of the school, finally escaped and climbed the necessary ramp to go home with resentment.She has always been a second-class disabled athlete, and has never passed the long-distance running since she was a child. When she went uphill, she even felt her knees creaking, protesting the torture.

Stopping to rest, Lisa habitually looked up at the cabin. The lights on the porch were on as usual, and the windows were also open. The white gauze curtains were twisted and twisted between the window frames and gaps, occasionally shaking with the wind with.

Lisa, who was resting in front of the hut, took advantage of the opportunity and began to think about the accidentally missing family. She was found tied up in an abandoned wooden house, and she was amused by the sand sculpture plot of a happy kidnapper who fought wits and bravery, and finally died heroically.

After resting enough, Lisa was about to continue climbing the slope when something flashed out of the corner of her eyes. She stopped and saw the dead squirrel on the ground sideways.

The squirrel was not much different from the one at noon, except that its eyes had disappeared, presumably it was pecked away by a crow that likes shiny objects.Lisa had never seen a squirrel before, so it was impossible for Lisa to notice the difference between the two.

She stood quietly and stared at the squirrel, motionless, she didn't seem to be flustered by such a trivial matter at all, but in fact, her heart was full of: What the hell, why did I meet again, did the animal's corpse have something to do with me? ?

Lisa looked up at the sky, she remembered the first time she saw an animal corpse on the side of the road when she first came here, a headless, bloody small animal corpse, at that time she would panic and go another way, but now Feeling used to it.

There's an animal cruelty pervert in St. Lucia who always likes to decapitate animals and leave the carcasses on the side of the road.This rumor has long been spread among the students, and of course it is also because such animal corpses always appear in the green belt or bushes on the roadside for some reason.

Such rumors once caused the students in this area to refuse night activities, and even the running was changed to the evening.However, after a period of time when no one saw the decapitated animal again, everyone resumed their normal activities and rest.

Lisa approached the squirrel's body cautiously, took a clear recent photo, and planned to go back to share her panic with her roommates.After taking high-definition photos, Lisa ignored the corpse on the ground, took out the keys and continued climbing towards her apartment.

Walking into the corridor of the apartment, Lisa turned around and pressed the light switch at the entrance of the corridor. Under the dim light in the corridor of the apartment, she was embarrassed to find that the people who walked into the apartment building behind her were the school staff she met in the afternoon. With a polite smile, Sanders suddenly found that the other party happened to be the student who came to consult in the afternoon.

"Hi, what a coincidence." Lisa raised her hand and smiled, and the other party nodded too, but in view of the big box in her hand, she omitted the gesture of greeting.

When the two of them stood in front of the two opposite doors on the same floor, the atmosphere of embarrassment almost permeated the entire floor.

After saying hello and saying goodbye, Lisa, who couldn't stand the atmosphere, walked in the door, closed her door with a "bang", threw her bag on the sofa with a strange face, and played with Isaac all afternoon. , and even Johanna, who was still going on, hurriedly gossiped: "Hey, do you know who our next door is?"

Johanna continued without raising her head: "I don't know who is next door to our house, but I know that the black brother upstairs is going to have a party again today, and I saw a bunch of his friends bring a bunch of wine to the table." Lou, get ready to go to bed after three o'clock in the morning."

Lisa's gossip was interrupted, and she threw herself on the sofa depressed, and she hung the earphones on the back of the sofa casually: "Why do they keep having parties, don't they feel bored? I heard them singing in a chorus last time , have a party and sing in a chorus, don’t you think it’s subtle? How about we go up and knock on the door..."

"To give advice?"

"Don't dare, you can't win if you fight head-on," Lisa squinted her eyes and shook her head again and again, "You can't win anyway, so naturally join them!"

Chatting about their own stalks, the two couldn't help laughing together, which relieved the depression in their hearts.

"Speaking of business, the staff of our school's language building live next door. I happened to ask him about the school discount for the IELTS test today." Lisa took the handle from Johanna and joined the battle.

"That's really a coincidence." Johanna saw Li