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I woke up from the nightmares, my heart was beating wildly, as if it would stop in the next second, but after waking up, I couldn't remember the content of the dream, I only remembered that it was a terrible and terrible thing...not a thing thing……

I am afraid, and I am afraid of more than one thing. I am a coward, an ostrich, thinking that I can really escape by just escaping blindly. I know that this is not feasible, but I have no other way.

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

I heard someone knocking on my door, but Zhao Boyang and I were the only ones in the whole house.Could it be that the person knocking on the door...was Zhao Boyang?

"Who is it?" I yelled out the door, but I still didn't wake up from the cold sweat all over my body, and curled up in a ball of quilt.

Boom boom boom!

There was no answer from outside the door, and the knock on the door was still going its own way, and the voice seemed to be getting more and more angry.

dong dong dong dong dong!

dong dong dong dong dong!

The never-ending, impatient knocking on the door made me uneasy.

Bang!

I didn't make a sound, and covered myself in the quilt, but I heard the sound of breaking into the door, followed by a series of footsteps, and more than one person came in.

Clap!

Those people seemed to have broken something, but I held myself tighter.

"Found it!" A hoarse and extremely unpleasant voice shouted, and immediately, I was thrown out of the quilt.

"Steam or boil?" Another shrill voice whispered in my ear.

I opened my eyes and saw a face that made me sick ----- it was him!

"Take it away first!" said the hoarse voice before, and the owner of the voice also walked out of the shadows outside the room, revealing a maliciously disfigured face.

"We're going to enjoy it slowly!"

How many people are there?How many of them are there? !

I was terrified.

I just felt that I was dragged out of the room with all my hands and feet, and then I was dizzy for a while.

What about Zhao Boyang?where is he?

My hair was grabbed and dragged from upstairs...

hair?

I used to have longer hair for a little more "artistic"...but...now what the hell is going on?

Opening my eyes with difficulty, I looked upstairs...

A piece of blood...

He is covered in blood!

But no matter what, fortunately, he is still breathing and should be alive.

I am a coward, a person who is timid, afraid of trouble, and afraid of being hurt, but I am not afraid of pain, maybe...

Someone is breaking my spirit.

I'm about to break down...

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

A series of yells, panic, fear, and no one to rely on. To be honest, I was desperate.

……

July 28, early morning.

Zhao Boyang was sitting on the edge of the dining table, holding a white porcelain bowl in his hand, and a long-handled round spoon in the other hand, the rice porridge in the bowl exuded a fragrance...

The side dishes on the table are very refreshing. After years of bland diet, I am no longer used to the "heavy taste" of J City. Naturally, these side dishes are not made by Zhao Boyang, who has the same strong taste, but are given by others. come here.

The food delivery person is sitting on the other side of the dining table at this moment, and she is competing with a fried dough stick...

It was Bai Ke who brought the food.

At the same time, she also lightly brought me a piece of news: Bai Yong died.

"Bai Yong died in his hometown." -----It was just such an understatement, describing this fact without any emotion in the eyes, as if no one died, and it was not her own biological father died.

"This is a good thing." Bai Ke still stated his point of view lightly. When did it start?The melting ice and snow sealed the snow mountain again... Bai Ke is like a piece of ice, she has no such thing as emotion, and looks at everything indifferently, including other people's lives, even her own life.

"He said in his suicide note that he hoped you would organize his funeral." After Bai Ke said this, his expression became a little strange, but soon, he still said indifferently: "Should I I got it, I already got it, he said he wants you to organize the funeral, whether you go or not is naturally your own business."

"Bai Yong", "he" -- this is Bai Ke's clear attitude.Bai Yong is indeed not worthy of being a father, not even a human being!

"Is there a pay?" I really care more about this question.

"Probably not." Bai Ke thought about it and replied.

At this time, Zhao Boyang, who was silent all the time, put down the bowl in his hand, looked at me, and asked, "Did you have a nightmare again last night?"

nightmare?Hearing this, I also looked at him. Sure enough, the noise of my nightmare was too loud, waking him up every time.I guess, having a friend like me seems to equate to not getting a good night's sleep.

"Yes, dream in dream, almost didn't torment me to death." I also learned Bai Ke's understatement. This kind of answer can better cut off the desire to talk. Now I don't want to discuss about my always Having nightmares about this problem.

"So Bai Yong's funeral?" Unexpectedly, Zhao Boyang would care about this issue.

"Why?" I asked knowingly, but I really didn't want to participate in unpaid work. After all, Bai Yong and I were not related or related, but I just asked me to look at the house for him.What's more, Chang Wei is alone in S City, who knows if there will be any danger? -----I want to protect him, this is what I promised Chang Yu.

"You should go." Zhao Boyang said after pondering for a while.

After he finished speaking, I noticed that Bai Ke's eyes flickered a little, as if he didn't want me to go, which I completely understand.It's just that his words are not all without consideration. After all, he knows something about the current form. Although Mo Yan erased a part of his memory, it doesn't mean that he doesn't know about Xiang Qi...

"I'll go." With three soft words, Bai Ke's eyes dimmed, as if he was disappointed in my choice, but, I also have nothing to do with her, so I don't need to care about these issues.

If you want to go, then it is not too late. After all, people died last night, violently, and the rules in the village are that the corpses of people who died violently cannot be left for too long, and they cannot be put into the ancestral grave. To leave, it can only be today, as soon as possible!

After breakfast with each other's thoughts, I returned the key to the house that Bai Yong gave me. I already knew that this house had Bai Ke's name written on it.In the past, Bai Yong had kept Xiaomi here, but later he knew that he was going to die, so he realized that he changed his name to Bai Ke, but his current wife, Yang Xiaoxia, knew nothing about it.But I didn't expect Bai Ke to refuse.

"Leave it to me when you come back." She was in a bad mood, and seemed to be dissatisfied with my going to organize Bai Yong's funeral, so much so that she didn't want to stay in this house anymore.

"I'm leaving first, take care of yourselves." Specially accented the word "take care", Bai Ke came in a hurry, and then left in a hurry, leaving me alone staring at the direction she left in a daze.Zhao Boyang also took a deep look at me, then turned around and called to book a plane ticket.

In the morning, we took the earliest flight we could catch to our destination -- Henan.Zhengzhou.And after arriving at the place, it is necessary to turn into a bus and a very unpleasant means of transportation...

Zhao Boyang will never talk nonsense when he doesn't need to talk. He is either holding a book or listening to music. When wearing earphones, you will often look bored and have no choice but to talk nonsense with him, obviously refusing to communicate!

"What are you listening to? Listen to me too!" After being unable to chat with him many times to relieve boredom, I pulled off his earphones.

"..." At the moment when the earphone was pulled off, Zhao Boyang finally straightened his eyes and stared at me quietly for a while. He stretched out his hand and motioned for me to return it to him when I was so stared at that my back felt cold.

"Headphones," he said.

Obediently returned the earphones to Mr. Zhao Boyang, who is even more evil than a ghost and scarier than Shura, I was speechless, only to find that his hand was still there: "Earphones." He repeated it again...

My headphone cable is plugged into the other jack of Zhao Boyang’s headphone. This is a design that can share music, and its intention seems to be to shut up the boring people around you...

I closed my mouth as I wished, listening to the music, I felt more and more sleepy.

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