Suspense and nightmare (18)

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Episode 18

1.

The river flows from strange rocks The river rushes past, either creating splashes or forming a small waterfall.

Looking downstream along the river, you can see a suspension bridge. At one end of the suspension bridge, there is a railway extending deep into the mountain along the foot of the mountain.

This suspension bridge is narrow and small, but very strong and can accommodate two motorcycles side by side. The shiny black iron rope looked quietly at the river at its feet. Cross this bridge to reach the other end of the village. The village is in the river valley, located on both sides of this river. The mountains on both sides of the river are towering, and the trees with all their leaves are lifeless. A few crows landed on the cables crossing the river, and they let out a sharp and cold cry. I don't know what they were talking about. The river beach was covered with a layer of fresh snow, reflecting the sunlight coldly.

It has been a long time since Tao Qiwu committed suicide by jumping off a building. The shadow in Cao Chengrui's heart lingered, and he wanted to use travel to dilute the shadow, but what he saw in front of him made him even more chilled.

People who have witnessed death can easily develop psychological shadows and then fall into depression. Cao Chengrui should be like this.

On the train when he arrived, he met a girl named Yi Yao. The seven or eight hours' drive allowed the two of them to chat, and it was precisely because of this that the journey became less lonely.

"I also came out to relax." Yi Yao picked up the thermos cup and took a sip of hot water and said, "It's not much different from your situation."

"It should be much different. "

The long sandy road stretches along the river, with no idea where it ends.

"Aren't you afraid of following me? We have only known each other for less than ten hours. Haven't you read the articles about girls who disappeared while traveling alone, were raped, and were robbed and trafficked?" Cao Chengrui scanned A glance at the top of the mountain.

"I'm not afraid. To be precise, nothing can scare me anymore." She slowly looked around, and the breath she exhaled rose like clouds.

"Awesome!" Cao Chengrui said with a smile: "I have wine, do you have a story to tell me?"

Yi Yao smiled and said: "Let's find a reservation first I'll go to the inn, or I'll freeze to death here."

"No."

Few people go into the mountains in winter. The two of them were walking on the dirt road leading to the village. Walking into the village, there was no excitement everywhere. The smoke from the chimney and the barking of dogs in the yard are reminders of life. There is no one in the sky, and the sun is over. Whether from far or near, you can hear the cries of crows, as if they are accompanying two people on their journey.

This ancient village has a history of hundreds of years. Because the surrounding stone is produced, there was a quarry here as early as the Bohai Kingdom, and the stone could be flowed down the river. During the Japanese occupation, a factory was built here. There are "industrial" relics of our ancestors everywhere, as well as irrefutable evidence of the invasion of China.

Even so, this village is rarely known. For most Chinese, places like Lijiang and Wuzhen are the mainstream.

On the edge of darkness, the two people finally found this inn hidden among many cottages.

The fenced yard has been cleaned cleanly, the snow has been piled on one side of the yard, and the wooden benches in the yard have been turned upside down on the wooden tables. I think that in the summer, I can definitely enjoy the cool weather and drink in the yard. There is a string of red lanterns hanging on the lantern pole. Facing the courtyard is a two-story building, and on the left and right sides are two-story buildings.

Lifting the cotton curtain and pushing the door into the two-story building, I was greeted by a warm atmosphere.

"You two are rare guests." The boss looked up at the door from the counter, and "Red Mountain Fruit" sung by An and Cavalry was playing on the speaker.

"There are very few people coming in winter." The boss said with a smile, "But that's fine, let's stop like this."

Cao Chengrui wiped his nose and said, "Yeah, but It’s really relaxing.”

“Big bed room?” The boss is bald and wearing a black Chinese cotton-padded jacket.

"Two..." As soon as Cao Chengrui started to speak, Yi Yao stopped him. Yi Yao rushed to say, "Yes, I want a double bed room."

Cao Chengrui didn't know. He looked at the boss with joy and sorrow, and then nodded.

After settling in on the second floor, the two people came to the front hall. This inn has more than a dozen rooms, but now there are only five guests staying there. The innkeeper mentioned in the chat that besides Cao Chengrui and Yi Yao, there was also a young couple from Chifeng and an old photographer who came here from the local county. . The old photographer came here to collect photos, and the young couple wanted to go to the nearby mountain temple to ask for a child. The boss also said that the couple left at noon and would stay in the temple for one night before returning the next day.

The two of them found a sofa against the fire wall in the corner of the front hall (a heating facility similar to a fire pit). Cao Chengrui took four bottles of Glacier beer from the restaurant and ordered spicy fried chicken and sauerkraut. Bo Bairou ordered another plate of rice sausage.

"There is wine and food!" Cao Chengrui opened the beer and poured a glass for Yi Yao and another for himself.

"I respect you and our fate." Yi Yao took the cup and said.

The two drank it all in one gulp and looked at each other with a smile.

2.

"I think this is good." Yi Yao drank her third bottle of beer and her face turned slightly red.

Cao Chengrui picked up a piece of meat, dipped it in garlic sauce, put it in his mouth, and looked at Yi Yao with a smile.

"You and I will not break into each other's lives. To be more precise, we are still strangers." Yi Yao raised her wine glass, and the beer shone like autumn under the warm light. The color, "I can open my heart to you without worrying that you will tell my story to people we both know, hahaha, because we don't have anyone we know together!"

"Yes." Cao Chengrui nodded, feeling comfortable for a long time since Tao Qiwu's death.

The singing of An and the Cavalry is very unique, and it sounds particularly emotive next to the fire in the snowy village in the mountains of Northeast China.

Yi Yao could not resist the temptation of the tune and sang along.

"The Songhua River is long and long. I cook wine and go boating on the river. A burst of fragrance drifts in the wind. Fish and rice are in my heart. I am singing by the river. Where are you going, boatman? Please tell me. I'll bring it too..."

"Good singing!" The boss sitting behind the bar applauded, and the old man sitting in front of the bar smiled and nodded. Cao Chengrui cheered when he saw the old man smiling at them. He raised the wine glass in his hand and saluted, and the old man immediately picked up the wine glass in his hand and saluted back.

3.

Singing, laughing, drinking, time flies.

"I really have nothing to be afraid of." Yi Yao's fifth bottle of beer has reached the bottom. She hummed with a smile, "But I still want to fly up to the sky to take a look, even if the wings may Broken by the wind..."

I looked at Yi Yao's face: "From your tone, it sounds like you have experienced something more terrifying."

"That's right. "Yiyao also laughed.

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"I'm telling you, stranger," she continued, "my life as a child was truly horrific."

4.

Our family There are four children, I am the youngest.

I remember that I didn’t think it was funny when I first watched Supernatural Guerrilla. When I watched it again when I was older, I felt like I was filled with lead. Because of the family planning policy, I lived with my aunt in the countryside until I was thirteen. I haven’t seen my parents in seven years, I haven’t seen my sisters in seven years.

When I learned about the "two-child policy", I felt disgusted. I felt like I had to take my pants off after pooping in them.

Living in the country, almost no one cared about me. I was just like a boy, hanging out with my neighbor’s brothers and sisters.

The nightmare started when I was eleven years old.

My neighbor’s brother, who was six years older than me, asked me to go to his house. He said he would give me some candy... It was like this for two whole years. I feel scared when I think about it now. It was too dark.

I didn’t dare to tell my family, and I didn’t know what was going on. How could I talk about it? I was helpless. I had no way to leave. I could only endure it silently. It hurts, and my heart hurts even more.

The year before last, I knew that he was going to get married. Because he was a distant relative, he actually sent an invitation to our family. This damn, shameless guy.

I wanted revenge but had no choice. I wanted to seek justice for myself, but there was no evidence. I could only silently clench my fists amidst the blessings of my relatives and friends and watch him marry and have children.

5.

Cao Chengrui put down his wine glass and looked at Yi Yao who was crying silently without saying a word.

Indeed, everyone has their own story. In the story, they will give up something and gain something.

22:53.

Cao Chengrui helped Yi Yao to the bed, covered her with a quilt, and put a glass of water on the bedside table. He quietly exited the room and walked to the front hall on the first floor. After finishing everything, the innkeeper turned off the lights, leaving only two imitation candlestick lamps that glowed yellow. Sitting next to the fire, he looked at the light coming from the cracks in the coals that pressed the fire. It was like the light from hell, calling something in the darkness.

He poured a glass of beer and drank half of it in one gulp.

6.

Yi Yao was drunk all day the next day and lay in bed unwilling to move.

"You are really a good person." Yi Yao leaned on the bed and looked at me: "Will you go to the front hall to sleep tonight?"

"It's not that bad, anyway. There are so many rooms." I thought for a moment and then said, "I'm a little worried that the boss misunderstood us. We originally wanted to sleep in separate rooms."

"Haha, that's funny." < /p>

"So I'm still drinking in the lobby tonight."

7.

[if !supportLists]On the third day[endif], what happened in the inn The incident caused a sensation in the entire village, and it would not take long for the news to spread to the county and city.

Three people died of gas poisoning in the inn, two women and one man. They all came from the same place, but in different orders.

Holding down a fire with wet coals can indeed keep you warm all night long, but it can also easily kill someone.

The innkeeper’s face looked as if he had eaten something unclean. He watched the body being taken out of the room.

Cao Chengrui couldn't say anything and remained silent for a long time.

Even if the man hurt you, his wife is innocent after all, Cao Chengrui thought.

8.

Just like what is written in the novel, I couldn’t say anything, so I locked the phone screen and put it in my pocket.

I helped the couple next door take their girl to the hospital, and on the way back I received a notification to update the novel.

Yi Yao appears and dies like a flash in the pan.

But this is not what I wrote.

How did Li Ling know about Yi Yao?

I only met Yi Yao once, that time at the dinner table with Yang Xinyue. Li Ling has no way of knowing!

Is she following me?

Why?

9.

"What is that what you wrote?" Yang Xinyue's voice on the phone was urgent: "Do you want to kill Yi Yao? What did she do wrong!? "

"Be cold." A gust of cold wind blew through Cao Chengrui's coat, and he shivered involuntarily, "No one wants to harm her, and they are not willing to kill her just because they wrote about her. Will die."

"But what if that kind of coincidence happens again?"

"It's not that I want to harm her!"

"There are others besides you! Who? ”

Who else? Cao Chengrui's mind was racing. Could it be Zhao Wenxiao?

This crazy idea startled him, and he quickly took a deep breath and said: "No one wants to harm her, don't think too much, listen to music, and think about happy things."

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What Cao Chengrui cares more about than Yi Yao's life and death is how Li Ling could write such a chapter. It is impossible for her to know who Yi Yao is, and it is even less possible for Li Ling to know that she is going to write Yi Yao in the article. Yao writes about the idea of ??death.

10.

Like a child after a lie was exposed, my hair stood on end.

I can hear my heartbeat, my face feels hot, and my ears are "buzzing".

How did Li Ling know Yi Yao? How did you know that I wanted to write her to death?

My teeth were chattering and my neck felt as uncomfortable as being strangled. It took me a while to regain my composure, and I took out the key and opened the door.

No matter what, I have to face Li Ling, and I have to ask her what all this is about.

18:50.

It was already dark. I opened the door, but there was no one around and no sound.

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