Wintering

Once there were clues, the police were very efficient, and within a few minutes they tracked down the IP address of the email and locked the target.

In a small town about a few hundred kilometers away from City A.

It will take at least three or four hours to drive there.

Chen Yue grabbed the policeman beside him, tried his best to control his emotions, and calmly said: "It's too late, it must be too late to drive, comrade policeman, can you apply for a helicopter?"

"The sooner the better, please."

He was afraid and anxious.

A heart is hung on a cliff by a thin thread, and no one knows whether the thread will collapse in the next second.

It was a matter of human life, and the police did not dare to neglect. They immediately reported the emergency mission and arranged for a helicopter.

After Chen Yue got on the plane, he was silent all the time. The policeman next to him patted him on the shoulder to express his relief. Chen Yue shook his head at him, trying to smile habitually, but found that the muscles on his face were stiff It's like being frozen.He thought that his expression must be very strange now, because the people next to him took a look and immediately looked away.

Chen Yue looked at his watch frequently, only to feel that every time the second hand jumped forward impatiently, he was stabbed late.

The whole person seemed to be turned upside down by an invisible force again, the blood in the whole body flowed back into the head, dizziness, tinnitus became louder and louder, and he could hardly hear what the people next to him were talking about.

Stomach started to twitch inexplicably and tangled up into a ball, nausea overwhelming.

A rough tissue was suddenly stuffed into his hand, and he looked at the person blankly.

"Wipe it off..."

He was stunned for a long time before he realized it. After wiping his neck with his hands, he realized that he was covered in cold sweat.

"Thank you..." He uttered two words with difficulty.

He has never had such a moment of fear, the fear of tearing his soul apart.

Mo Dong, please...please...don't be so cruel.

Thoughts began to slacken and diverge uncontrollably, and some fragmentary pictures of the past kept flashing.

The yellow kitten on the manhole cover that was crushed into cake by passing cars, and the hideous and unfamiliar buildings after being lost with classmates in strange places...

The last scene was fixed on the night before he moved out of the community.

The lighting in the stairwell, which has been in disrepair for many years, kept flickering due to poor wiring. It shone on the pale white wall with mottled paint, creating a panic-stricken atmosphere.

Chen Yue stopped Mo Dong who was about to go upstairs, and hesitated for a long time before he said that he would move out of the community tomorrow.

Mo Dong, who had his back turned to him, stopped for a moment, didn't look back, and didn't speak.

He was terrified for no reason in the suffocating silence.

for a long time.

"Oh. Then, goodbye." Mo Dong's back was quickly engulfed in darkness.

He looked at Mo Dong's back, which was as thin as paper, and he panicked for no reason, feeling like he was being abandoned alive.

After an hour of suffering on the helicopter, I finally landed in a small town called Lan County.

It is already three in the morning.

The leading policeman had already contacted the local police on the plane, and as soon as he got off the plane, he took Chen Yue into the police car and drove towards the fixed point.

Chen Yue always thought that he was an atheist, but since he got off the plane till now, he has been impotently begging the mercy of various gods in his heart.

It has been two hours since Mo Dong sent him an email.

It's been two hours.

Who knows what will happen in those 120 minutes, [-] seconds?

The trees outside the window are retreating rapidly, and the night wind blows in, bringing a chill.

Finally, the police car stopped in front of a small hotel.

Chen Yue rushed out of the car door, broke into the store, grabbed the phone and hit a fat woman in the face, and asked him almost incoherently: "This man, have you seen him before, where is he..."

Before the woman had time to speak, she saw a few serious-looking people in casual clothes and holding police IDs following the crazy man. She immediately understood something, scolded her bad luck today, and smiled all over her face. Then say a few words on the scene.

The man in the front had red eyes, like a trapped animal, grabbed her clothes, and asked where the man in the photo was.

She panicked and pretended to keep clicking on the computer, for fear that if she was a second behind, the man would swallow her alive.

"Room 3...309..." She took out the key tremblingly.

Most of the guests staying here are not serious people. She knows exactly what she does when she comes here to open a room. She has someone covering her and rarely has accidents, so guests generally don't need to show their ID cards to register.

Logically speaking, she couldn't remember who was in which room, but she still had a little impression of the man in the photo.

She has also opened the shop for more than ten years, and every night, there are always many middle-aged greasy men with bald heads, big belly and wrinkled faces, staggering to open a room with their arms around nightclub girls.But two nights ago, a handsome young man came in out of the blue, and he was still single, so he couldn't help but take a second look.

The good-looking man ignored her probing look, his eyes were in a trance, and his too thin hand was trembling nervously when he paid the money.

Opening a shop in this kind of place, she also saw a lot of strange customers, but none of them made her feel extremely uncomfortable like that young man.

The man stayed upstairs for two days, and she never saw him come down.Until tonight, the man finally went downstairs, wrapped in empty black clothes, and walked lightly in front of her, sinking into the thick night like a ghost.

Chen Yue snatched the key and rushed up the stairs. His blood was boiling hot when he saw the half-open door at the end of the corridor on the third floor, with 309 written in ink, and the key was inserted. It was cold all of a sudden.

Panting heavily, he walked over and pushed lightly. There was no one in the room, except for a suitcase standing in the corner.

Chen Yue's feet went limp and he almost fell to the ground.