i am your dog

Bai Yang didn't move, he was still very scared.But getting Meng Zifan hurt because of himself would make him feel bad.

He lowered his voice and asked, "Do you know what the noise outside is?"

Meng Zifan let go of Bai Yang and took out his cell phone from his pocket. There was no signal, and everything became unbelievable.He walked to the window, and the original solid window had already changed beyond recognition.Shattered glass and aged crisp window frames twisted for support.For this reason, the cold wind lost its barrier and acted recklessly.

He saw rows of neatly arranged small bungalows outside the window, and the barking of dogs and the crowing of chickens were not the style of the current residential buildings.

Bai Yang stood behind him.Pulling him uncertainly, "What's going on outside?"

Mencius Fan couldn't answer.

This is not time travel, there is no medium that can make them transfer suddenly, whether it is the environment they are in or the weather that freezes people to death, they silently prove that they have never left.

But there was nothing in the house that belonged to Bai Yang.Outdated electrical appliances cumbersomely lie on the table, and there are more clothes that are wantonly discarded.The paper covered with handwriting was crumpled and rolled to the corner covered with dust.

Bai Yang squatted down and opened the drawer of the bedside table, and a few child-like glass beads rolled out as the drawer was pulled.

"Meng Zifan, come and see."

There was no dust in the drawer, and it was a bit too clean. Bai Yang picked up the glass beads and observed carefully under the moonlight.A green leaf is suspended in the middle of the transparent beads, and the broken leaf veins and mesophyll seem to have been cut by thousands of knives.

Bai Yang felt a sharp pain in his heart.He suddenly fell to his knees, clenched beaded fists to support the ground, his eyes were all black and he lost his way, and his roaring ears could not hear Meng Zifan's voice.His body hit the cabinet with a bang, and he completely lost consciousness.

Cracks spread upwards from the bottom of the wall, and the cold voice was without cadence.

"Mencius, if you try to prevent him from recovering his memory, I will punish you for enduring the pain of blood loss."

My wrist felt cold.Mencius Fan only had time to cover his bleeding wrist, and the image of the knife left in the air was a cold arc, a glamorous moon.

The sound stopped, and Mencius Fan found a relatively clean cloth on the ground, tore it into strips, bit one end and wrapped it around himself.

Windows without glass keep the temperature in the house to a minimum.Meng Zifan dragged Bai Yang and threw him on the wooden bed in the back room, half of the cloth was stained red with his wrist.The door behind him closed slowly, and he lost the chance to get out.

He knew that if he didn't deal with this matter as soon as possible, he might die from blood loss.But he doesn't know what to do now.

There is less cracking in the walls.He first opened all the drawers of the cabinets in the room. Except for those few glass beads, there was nothing useful left in the room.He tried to open the door and go out, but the old brass handle almost burned the skin off his hands.The door, which would not conduct heat so quickly, seemed to be burning an invisible flame.

The smell of ripe flesh wafted in through the crack of the door.Undetectable at first, then a Thanksgiving chicken-like aroma with spice and wine.It seems that there is a big table of dinner outside the door.The smell of meat begins to deteriorate after a few minutes or 10 minutes, and the small meat skin explosion emits the smell of looking at it, as well as the pungent smell of burning fibers.

It can't be the smell of charred animals, it's kind of like...

"Cheers!" The cheers are like a noble Persian cat, with a clear and elegant voice, with the affectation of women in the old days who deliberately manipulated Westerners.

Meng Zifan almost pressed his whole body against the door, but was forced back by the heat wave.He heard the man's screams, the male duck's voice proved that he was still young enough, as if being divided by something, the screams also became intermittent.The smell and burnt smell intertwined in the room.He jerked back and retched.

"Meng Zifan..." Bai Yang woke up leisurely, coughing because of the smell, "What smell?"

"Barbecue." Mencius Fan's face was not very good-looking, he just lowered his head and didn't notice it, when he raised his head, his eyes stared at gold stars.When Bai Yang got out of bed, he staggered and supported him, "What's wrong with your wrist?"

Beads of blood dripped down the fingers, and the wrapped cloth dried up and turned crimson, and was refreshed by new blood.Meng Zifan squeezed his arm, "Find a way...get out of here."

How to leave?How to go?The scorched smell continued to emanate from the closed door, and the other side, which was originally extremely lively, fell into dead silence again.

At this moment, someone's voice came from the originally quiet and sleeping radio after a long noise.

"What are you doing back here? I have nothing for you here." The voice came from an elderly man.The shattering sound of the goblet being swept to the ground was accompanied by the cry of the young man.

"Father, please return the things to me."

"Give it back to you. What is yours in my Meng family? What are you? Lao Bai, drive me away!"

"father!"

The radio shut down after a heart-rending cry.Bai Yang opened the machine only to find that there was no tape in it.

He didn't notice that Meng Zifan's pale cheeks were covered with cold sweat after listening to the recording.

Mencius Fan smiled wryly and looked at the slowly opened door. It turned out that God didn't even let him go this time.