She walked along the goose egg path, flanked by tall Cinnamomum camphora trees and delicate green grass, the sun shining through the leaves, casting a lot of light and shadow on the ground.
When she came to a fork in the road, she chose one at random. It turned out to be a small old house. It seemed that it had been vacant for many years. It looked a little dilapidated from the appearance.
She was curious that there was still this place in the old house. What was the use of this single small foreign house?
She walked two steps forward and looked at the steps leading to it. She saw with sharp eyes that there were less than half of the muddy footprints on the steps.
I think of the heavy rain before, that is to say, someone else came here that day.
When she stepped up the steps, there was a terrace at first, and the wooden tables and chairs in the middle were already dilapidated because of the wind and rain.
She walked up the corridor, mostly because no one lived. It was a gloomy day. It was six days. She couldn't help shivering.
When she came to a separate room, she stopped at her feet and the door was locked from the outside. Seeing nothing unusual, she turned to go, but she heard something moving inside.
After listening carefully, there was a sound in it. She was suspicious. She didn't believe the ghost, not to mention in broad daylight.
She swept around and saw the withered bonsai on the windowsill. She moved the flowerpot and smashed it against the door lock.
"PATA" a sound, the flowerpot was broken and fell to the ground in pieces.
She took off the broken door lock, took a deep breath and pushed the door in.
The light inside was very dark, and she couldn't see clearly at all. She didn't bring her mobile phone when she came out, so she could only grope forward.
She felt that there was a figure around her, and before she asked who it was, someone rushed up to her and pinched her neck.
She stepped back a few steps, back waist against the table, unknown person's strength is very strong, it seems to want to strangle her in order to get rid of hatred.
She took the hand that the man had pinched around her neck, and judged by its size and smoothness, that she was a woman, and that she was a well-to-do woman.
Her throat was choked to death, unable to say a word, her cheeks flushed and she had difficulty breathing.
There was a steady footstep outside, followed by a man's deep voice: "leisurely?"
I don't know if it's her illusion. When the woman pinching her hears this voice, her hand even shakes for a second, and then she increases her strength.
Shen leiran struggles to push her away. She rushes out of the room in a flurry and bumps into the arms of Ji Jinchuan who comes to look for her.
Ji Jinchuan took her waist: "what's the matter?"
Shen leiran covered his chest and gasped. The color was very ugly. He said intermittently: "inside Someone... "
Ji Jinchuan twisted his eyebrows, took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight, and stepped into the house. Shen leisurely grabbed his sleeve. Ji Jinchuan turned back and said, "you wait outside."
Shen leiran shakes his head and follows in. She feels her hands shaking and Ji Jinchuan holds them silently.
Although the light of the mobile phone is not bright enough, it is better than before. The furnishings in the room are very simple. There is only a table and a bed. On the table is a water cup. It looks like someone lives. But who will live in such a shabby place?
Ji Jinchuan glanced at the corner like a figure, low rebuked: "who is where?"
No response.
According to his mobile phone, he walked slowly. Shen Youran followed him. Seeing the people crouching in the corner, Ji Jinchuan was stunned: "Yaqing?"
Fang Yaqing shrank in the corner, disheveled, as if she had been greatly frightened, and shivered with her eyes closed.
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