Shen Shizhen

The meaning of life is reborn from the inversion of black and white, you let me forget the suffering of loneliness, and I can't find a second way to embrace you.

——the dreamer

Adonis, a small remote village in the Franks, the locals like to call it a forgotten place sheltered by the gods.

High-yielding crops, pure Tianquan, and the breeze and warm spring all year round, here you don't feel the commercial atmosphere of the metropolis, and you are isolated from the world and closed to yourself.

The pasture in the field grows very tall, and you can completely block people if you bend down a little.

If 5 minutes ago, Ji Chuan thought that the man not far away was simply digging with a shovel, then now, he only felt that he could not even breathe smoothly in this groggy moonlight. can't do it.

Despite the cover of night, the young man could still clearly see every bloody hand rising and falling behind the overgrown weeds.

Within a few breaths, the strong smell of blood invaded all his sense of smell, and it was the physical nausea that followed that slightly awakened his sleepy form and spirit.

The man turned his back to him, Ji Chuan couldn't see his face, and couldn't think of the expression on the person who wanted to destroy the corpse after killing and dismembering his body. He covered his mouth tightly and forced himself to suppress the churning in his stomach. Nothing else can be done.

The wind was a bit chilly at night, Ji Chuan huddled in the overgrown pastures and did not dare to make any sound, for fear that the knife in the man's hand would swing at him in the next second.

The man squatted there, stabbing the dead body with a small saber in his hand, each time with a calm and fierce force, the sound of the blade entering and exiting the flesh of the corpse was blown into his ears by the evening wind Ji Chuan could even recognize the sound of a man tearing his internal organs.

The blood on the tip of his nose stimulated his nerves, and it was so thick that it seemed that he could condense blood beads in the next second. Ji Chuan didn't squat down for a moment, and then staggered in small steps.

The man looked up instantly—someone!

The tension in Ji Chuan's mind broke immediately, and when he was about to get up and run away, he stopped because of the movement on the other side—there was someone in the grass beyond the man!

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he was shocked again by what he saw next.

The person who emerged from the grass at the other end was clearly himself!

The moonlight in the countryside is always extraordinarily bright, even if it is against the light, Ji Chuan can be sure of that facial contour and figure, it can only be him!

Seeing "I" like a frightened bird leaving the man a few steps behind, Ji Chuan's throat tightened a little, his heart was already tangled up, and he had no time to worry about other things.

Ji Chuan, who was following the two of them, was unable to see the man's face from the beginning to the end. The only thought in his heart now was to hope that "I" would not be overtaken by a tall and burly man.

Ji Chuan finally heaved a sigh of relief until "I" turned from the ridge path to the concrete road with houses on it, and locked himself in the last house at the end of the village with a "bang".

It was also at this time that he finally realized what happened along the way.

Looking at himself floating in mid-air, and then at the "self" panting against the door, Ji Chuan was confused.

The current situation made him completely confused, and he could only watch helplessly as the "self" in front of the door slumped on the ground helplessly.

……

The "bang" sound of closing the door not only woke up Ji Chuan, but also woke up Evan Benson——

Capital, Lance.

Looking at her neighbor who had just woken up from a dream, her mother-in-law Shaman asked eagerly: "Ifan, did you see him?"

Facing the old woman who was almost hopeless in front of her eyes, Ai Fan was a little hard to say about the picture he saw just now: "Samant, I mean, I am really not sure that what I see is correct, and there is no way to guarantee You should have heard of your personal safety."

The mother-in-law Shaman shook her head sadly, and stretched out her arms to hug the straight child in front of her: "I'm sorry, your father was also a gentle child, I'm very sorry for his death, but you have to believe in yourself, you saw the right Well, tell me, tell me all, I have only one grandson left."

Ai Fan knew that this mother-in-law and his grandson depended on each other for life, so he naturally couldn't say that he saw Brother Stowe murdered and dismembered.

"Well... You know, I haven't seen Brother Stowe, who was a soldier, for many years. I only saw a very similar figure from the back, and I'm not sure if it's him."

The mother-in-law Shaman touched the cross hanging around her neck in relief: "Can you see where he is? People from the army came over the day before yesterday and asked me where he was. God, my Stowe has been with them all the time. They He came to ask me rudely."

Ivan thought about it: "The pasture grew very tall, um... there was a very thick tree, and there were field ridges and cement roads. I only know that I have not left the country in Franks. It should be in a certain suburb or country. Don't worry, if... If you really trust me, I can ask my dad's friends for you, they..."

"No, no, it's too late. I know that I'm running out of time, and I just can't let go of my Sto. My good boy, your father's death has nothing to do with you. Don't think too much. Believe in yourself, huh?"

Ivan choked for a moment, this matter has always been a thorn in his heart, he closed his eyes and said, "It's very late today, you should rest first, let me take back Brother Stowe's nameplate and try it again tomorrow. I can certainly tell you more."

After setting up her mother-in-law Shaman, Ai Fan almost couldn't wait to return to his own home next door. The only one who came out to greet him was a kitten left by his father.

Ai Fan's mother left early, and his father passed away not long ago, and there were many gossips behind his back, but his mother-in-law Shaman still treated him very well, unlike other neighbors, relatives and friends who avoided him.

In fact, just now was the clearest time since he had channeled psychics, but he hardly told his neighbor Shaman.

After holding the nameplate and closing his eyes, the first thing he saw was neither Brother Stowe nor the surrounding country roads, but the person he had been dreaming about since his father passed away three months ago—— That is an oriental boy.

But what he saw in the dream before was only him in China, at school, at home, and he was not even sure if there was such a person in reality.

But just last week, he dreamed that the teenager drank a cup of artificially "processed" hot milk before going to bed. Since then, he has never seen him again until today.

It was also because of his appearance that he strengthened his determination to continue watching——

Bright moonlight, tall pastures, towering ancient trees... The man squatted deep in the field, his back swaying, and there was a sound of "puffing and puffing" in his ears... Killing and dismembering... The pasture on the opposite side moved, and it was his own. Dreamer...

Then the two started to chase, and the boy's home seemed to be at the end of the village, "bang"...

After a week, he saw his oriental boy again, but not in China, but in his country, Franks.

The kitten, who had eaten the last ration in his food bowl, came to Ai Fan's feet, rubbing lightly, eager to get the owner's attention.

Only then did Ai Fan realize that he was frowning. He turned over the nameplate in his hand repeatedly by the moonlight. On it was Brother Stowe's full name, blood type, and soldier's service number. He only knew that it was used to identify soldiers after their sacrifices. of.

Whether it's her mother-in-law Shaman and Brother Stowe, or his oriental boy, Ai Fan feels that it is very necessary for him to continue working hard.

Hope to see him again in my dream tonight...

——Looking at the tall man standing in the shadow not far away, Ai Fan was sure that although his appearance had changed slightly, this was Brother Stowe, and he also had a very clear understanding that he was in a dream .

He watched Stowe staring at the boy's closed room for a long time, and then started to walk back, re-walking the field path he saw before going to bed, back to the depths of the pasture.

Even if you don't look at it, you will know what he is going back to do-to continue the unfinished destruction of corpses and traces.

Immediately afterwards, Ai Fan looked through the wall and saw the familiar person who was tossing and turning on the bed, with a smooth and fair face, a straight nose, long and curly eyelashes lying quietly, and the young man with red lips and white teeth when he smiled. I can't forget it.

But seeing people at this moment, he felt a sense of strangeness for no reason. He didn't understand how the boy who was originally in China suddenly ran to their countryside in the Franks.

After a while, there was a "squeak, squeak" sound outside, and Ai Fan could clearly feel the restlessness of the boy on the bed.

Outside was Stowe, who had taken off his coat and returned. He didn't have any murder weapon in his hand, but when he passed by his boy's house, a strange cold light appeared in his bottomless eyes.

After waking up the next day, Ai Fan felt that his mind was as heavy as lead, but he clearly realized that he had to work harder to find someone, because his boy, as the "only" witness, was killed Stowe found out...

It is not only Ai Fan who has this understanding, but also Ji Chuan.

Ji Chuan has been staying next to his "self" on the bed for two full days, and he doesn't know how long he will last like a ghost floating in the air, but these two days are enough for him to fully realize The connection between myself and "self" - ten meters is the limit of the distance between the two.

These days, Ai Fan, who is far away in the capital Lance, and Ji Chuan, who is close at hand, are frantically trying to figure out what the hell this place is. Ji Chuan is not even sure which country it is, and whether he is still on the earth. On the surface, the complicated uvula sounds of people here are really a big listening challenge for him.

Coupled with the special situation these few days, "I" basically stay behind closed doors except for the necessary physiological needs, and I can't see the second person at all.

Ji Chuan was almost driven crazy. Although he was not a talkative person, not being talkative didn’t mean he didn’t need to communicate. Talk, also do not understand.

He just prayed that he was just having a long dream, while helping "myself" to pay attention to the man that day.

Ji Chuan didn't know whether it was because "I" had almost no communication with others, or because the victim that day really didn't have any relatives or friends. In short, he didn't hear any rumors about the murder.

However, Ji Chuan would still go to the yard to watch for "myself" every night, after all, "myself" was the only witness.

Two days ago, the man just took advantage of the night to watch from a distance and did nothing, but today it seems to be a little different.

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The prequel tells the very beginning of the story, when the two first met