Haunted Places Live

In the middle of the night, Chu Yang's fever suddenly became more serious.In his sleep, he tossed and turned, murmuring indistinctly.The sheets were already soaked with sweat from his body, as if he had been fished out of the water.Lynch got up several times, cooled him down with an ice towel, and tossed him until dawn.

In the chaotic dream, Chu Yang felt that he saw many things, many memories that did not belong to him.The beautiful and terrifying huge creatures tangled together on those distant planets stretched out countless tentacles under the emerald sun, their bodies vibrated constantly, and they made some kind of strange whistle.Like dirty and magnificent bacteria and oil stains, like the fusion of extreme beauty and ugliness, the pictures and sounds are so weird that his brain can't understand them at all.

Their vines wrapped around him on all sides, around his hands, feet, around his waist.The haunting is even oddly exciting, with a hint of eroticism.They were talking to him, but he couldn't understand what they were saying.

He could even feel their frustration, and he couldn't understand their raving frustration.

By morning, his fever finally began to subside.Lin Qi breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Chu Yang's body had gotten used to the presence of the stigmata, and the most dangerous moment had passed.Only then did he have time to collapse on the sofa and fell asleep exhausted.

After breaking the seal once at Sangyu International School, he never had a chance to take a good rest.As soon as he lay down, sleepiness swallowed him like a raging wave.

Chu Yang opened his eyes in the warm sunlight. Although his body was covered with a layer of dried sweat and felt sticky and uncomfortable, the scorching heat that seemed to be burning in his body had faded away.He stretched his body in the sun, stretched his waist long, and suddenly felt a sense of rebirth.The heavy and dirty feeling in his body disappeared, and he felt as if he was several years younger, and even his blood flowed more smoothly.He sat up, but saw Lynch sleeping on the sofa.

Lynch seemed exhausted, lying on the sofa with one arm hanging on the ground.The pale golden sunlight kissed his straight nose bridge, high cheekbones, and luscious lips, and jumped into golden spots on the ends of dark brown hair and eyelashes, making his fair skin look even whiter. Just like the drunken beautiful boy in the classical oil painting.

If Oscar Wilde's Dorian Gray, who confuses all living beings, really existed, it should look like this, right?An immortal and beautiful boy, but hides deep ugly and sinful scars...

Chu Yang realized that he seemed to be fascinated, so he quickly restrained his expression, secretly thankful that Lynch didn't notice.He got out of bed quietly, picked up the blanket that fell on the ground, and gently covered Lynch.

Afraid that the sun would wake Lin Qi up, Chu Yang closed the curtains.Then he put on a coat, opened the door of the room and went out.

It was quiet in the mansion at the moment, it seemed that everyone else was still asleep.Chu Yang went down to the second floor, walked to the afternoon tea room at the end of the corridor, and pushed open the double glass doors leading to the terrace.The fresh air that belongs to the early morning shocked him. He took a deep breath, walked to the railing, and lifted his face to meet the not too harsh morning sun in the winter morning.

He had an impulse in a trance, but he couldn't tell what kind of impulse it was.He just felt that his whole body was very light, as if he could float on the air at any time.

Is this the influence of the stigmata?

He knew that there was a price to be paid for using stigmata.Lynch consumes life and youth, while Baidian consumes spirit, so what is his stigmata consuming?He gently pressed his hand on his chest, feeling a slight tremor that didn't belong to him but was one with him.

At this time, he suddenly had a strong, disgusting feeling... He felt that someone was watching him.

He lowered his head and looked across the garden at the dense forest that had lost all its branches and leaves.He saw nothing at first, until something flashed in his vision.He narrowed his eyes and looked carefully towards the dark place at the edge of the forest.

A man stood there quietly.Wearing a gray coat, he was too far away to see his expression, but he could feel the other party looking at him.

The hairs all over Chu Yang's body suddenly stood on end.

Even at such a distance, even if he couldn't see the face clearly, he could still recognize the figure immediately.

That horrible freak who had been following him, was inexplicably fascinated by him, and might even have given him the king in yellow...

In the blink of an eye, the morning sun that made him smile just now seemed to disappear suddenly, replaced by a chill that pierced into the marrow of his bones.He staggered back a few steps, rushed back into the room as if fleeing for his life, closed the glass door with a bang, and dropped the lock.He was still backing away, as if the man was climbing over the balcony railing.

How would he know where he was?How did he find it? !

In an instant, those dark memories of the past were overturned again.He still remembers the chills down his spine and the disgusting feeling when he found out that his home had been entered, and even some of his personal clothing was missing.I still remember the panic and trembling when he walked home alone after drinking with Song Liangshu, Su Yu, Zhu Heze, and Chen Yi at night, but found a man in gray clothes following him.His Weibo kept receiving weird private messages, and even if he blocked it, some trumpets would continue to send him private messages, and finally had to turn off the private message function.People kept asking to add him as friends on his WeChat, and even his Facebook account and Instagram were frequently harassed.

He felt that his life was being exposed to a pair of fanatical, unpredictable eyes all the time.Even if the police were called, the police came too late, or simply drove the man away, but the next day he would appear under his window again.

He didn't know what the man who always had a fanatical and weird smile on his face wanted from him, and he asked himself that he was just an ordinary person without too many characteristics.His appearance may be good, and he can be classified as a handsome guy, but he is not as amazingly handsome as the young fresh meat on TV. Even his personality is quite satisfactory, except for his music and his cello. What's so special about being the least outstanding self in the band, to be targeted by such a lunatic...

He was trembling every day, and he hardly dared to go out in the end.If Song Liangshu hadn't gotten angry and ordered someone to beat up that person, he would have almost thought that person was not a human being at all, but a demon...

But now, this nightmare is back again...

He caused it all...if he didn't give himself that book...if he didn't write that song...

Suddenly, apart from the panic, a strong anger and hatred spread faintly in my heart.His hands were tightly clenched into fists, trembling slightly...

It's all because of that person...all of this is because of that person...if it wasn't for him...maybe their band would have become famous, Song Liangshu wouldn't have died, maybe Chen Yi's condition could have been discovered earlier, so there wouldn't be any delay, Zhu Heze You can also continue to sing softly on the stage wearing a shiny fishtail skirt, and Su Yu doesn't have to work three jobs at the same time.

They could have had a wonderful future... but it was all ruined by this person... and himself...

Chu Yang walked back into the room blankly.The opaque curtains blocked the sunlight, and the room was pitch black, yet he could see everything strangely... No, to be precise, he didn't see it, but he could feel it.It was as if his sense of touch could be extended to touch all objects.He sat quietly on the bed, trying to calm down his tumbling emotions and trembling heartbeat.

"Xiao Yang?" Lynch's sleepy voice came from the sofa, still deeply sleepy.

Chu Yang's body trembled, trying to restrain his expression and emotions, he smiled, "Are you awake?"

"It's so dark...is it day or night?" Lynch sat up and yawned.

"In the morning, you didn't sleep very long."

Lynch went to the window and opened the curtains, and the sun poured in.Lin Qi turned around and saw Chu Yang's expression, but he keenly sensed something was wrong.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you seem to have seen a ghost?"

Chu Yang swallowed her saliva, hesitating whether to tell Lin Qi about the man.For some reason, he didn't want Lynch to know...

Being stalked by a stranger inexplicably made him feel ashamed...as if it was his fault that he was being watched...he wondered more than once what he had done to be noticed by that person, and imagined more than once what would happen to him? Could it be this one, or that one... Could it be the clothes he was wearing?his hairstyle?He knew how irrational it felt, but he still instinctively felt disgusted and dirty.

He didn't want to say it, as if that man didn't exist if he didn't say it.Such was his ostrich instinct.

But...if you don't say it, will it bring any danger to Lynch?Especially since that person has found here now.

Seeing that he kept his head down and didn't speak, but his brows were only frowning, Lynch knew that something must have happened.So he walked carefully to Chu Yang's side, gently raised his face with his gloved right hand, "Xiao Yang, what's the matter? You know you can tell me anything."

Chu Yang smacked his lips a few times, and finally said, "I was on the terrace and saw a suspicious man standing by the edge of the forest."

Lynch raised his eyebrows, "Suspicious man? How suspicious?"

Chu Yang shook his head, "Do you still remember that I told you that the king in yellow was sent to me alone..."

"Ok?"

So Chu Yang told him how he realized that someone was following him, how he started receiving harassing WeChat messages, how he found out that his room had been invaded, how he saw the man in the gray trench coat time and time again under the street lamp outside the apartment. , The man who stared at him frantically.Later, how did Song Liangshu lead someone to beat up that person, and then he disappeared, but after a while, Chu Yang received the king in yellow.

I saw that Lynch's expression also changed a little bit, and a cluster of fierce and cold air suddenly shot out from his eyes.He turned immediately to the window and looked out.He scanned the edge of the woodland carefully with his eyes, but the man seemed to have moved on.

The stronghold of the Presbyterian Church was surrounded for a mile around, and even if those who were not invited climbed over the wall and entered, the alarm should be triggered.

Chu Yang rubbed his face vigorously with his hands at this time, "It's also possible that I misread it, maybe it's the gardener..."

"No, Xiaoyang, you have to trust your own intuition." Lynch turned his back to him, but there was some cold anger hidden in his tone, "You should have told me earlier about this kind of thing."

"I thought he wouldn't show up again..."

Lynch took a deep breath, as if suppressing the burning anger in his heart.He turned around and grabbed Chu Yang's shoulder, and said seriously, "Don't be afraid, I will find a way to solve it."

"No..." Chu Yang suddenly raised his eyes, those eyes that were always a little melancholy, but now filled with something dark, "This time I want to solve it by myself... I want to know, what is he doing?" Why did you give me that book, why can't you let me go..."