[Zhongyingmei] Hear the sound

It's already a funeral.

Time is always passing by unconsciously, and the hourglass of time is mostly empty before you feel it, so fast that people have no time to react.

The memory seems to still be stuck on that day when they traveled together, but they never thought that one day, she would attend the other party's funeral as a good friend.

Arnott didn't know what to say.

Apologize?

But she obviously didn't do anything.

Lorelai's final chapter is her doomed ending when she thinks too much about going crazy.It's no wonder anyone, from the moment she chose to follow Nierid, the bell of death has already sounded.

Nierid is a loser, learning from losers, no matter which aspect, the possibility of failure is virtually expanded.

After all, this method has been verified to fail.

The only thing that is unexpected is that the bell is swayed in such a ridiculous way.

Can she be indifferent and indifferent?

From a personal point of view, they are the closest friends.

She can't do such a thing in front of people without saying a word about the death of other friends.

Moreover, having no feelings does not mean that she has no feelings.

The feeling of losing something important was deeply and clearly depicted in her heart from the moment her palm was covered with blood and she looked up to see Hannibal.

Like a brand, no matter how hard it is to erase.

"Lorelai." She stroked the tombstone and called the other person's name, "Without me, you would have studied hard like an ordinary girl, and by chance, you would have joined Teacher Flory's door. You practiced musical instruments when you were young, and then made your own reputation in the music scene. But you met me like a sinner.

I remember you asking me if I was best friend. "

Arnott said softly, with a flat tone, as if the confidant was narrating a long story about someone else, "I have always regarded you as a friend, a very, very good friend, I remember everything from when I was a child to now, we used to play around together, together Learning, sharing sorrows and joys, we support each other and grow up together.

You are a very important person to me, an indispensable role in my life, but now you are dead.

If you want to say whether you have hatred in your heart, there is actually no such thing, but it is obviously too inappropriate to say such things in front of your tombstone, and, no matter how much right and wrong, what is there to pursue after you die?

After all, people can only remember the good things, and then selectively forget the bad things.

So how can I say that you are not good?

I can only say that you are a very good person, and in your next life, I wish you meet a better person. "

Tears stained her face as she spoke, and every word and action seemed to be extremely sad. Seeing her like this, Flory, who wanted to blame a few words, was unable to say anything, and only sighed. Take a deep breath, then look away.

After a while, Arnott bid farewell to the only remaining musician in the cemetery who had lost his most promising student with a hoarse voice, and the female musician who seemed to have aged ten years sighed, Then signaled to let go.

The girl turned around and left without any hesitation, but when she was at the gate of the cemetery, she seemed to have thought of something and suddenly stopped in her tracks. She turned her head slightly and her gaze was thrown to the direction she came from. The distance was already far away. She could no longer see the smiling girl in the black-and-white photo on the monument, but she seemed to be able to feel that her mood, which was originally as quiet as stagnant water, began to stir up little by little.

"Goodbye."

She originally wanted to say goodbye.

But at the moment when she opened her mouth to read silently, she suddenly closed her eyes in a mysterious way, "I'm sorry."

she says.

The wind blew through the leaves and made a rustling sound, and some fragile leaves were broken off by the wind. They drifted and fell to the ground, and then were trampled into mud by the passing pedestrians.

The leaves die in season, and then fall to mud.

They repeat the exact same story every year, but this year, it seems that something is different.

where is it?

Not the wind, not the leaves, not the rotting mud.

Perhaps it is the thoughts of the people under the tree that are predicted to be different?

Life seems to be the same as before, but there seems to be something different. Arnott can't tell, but she keenly feels that something is slowly suppressing.

The spring was suppressed by the external force and slowly flattened, and then it exploded at a moment when it could no longer be suppressed, and exploded to a height that could not be touched by sight.

But what if people’s thoughts are suppressed?

What the ending will be, no one can predict.

This morning, as usual, the young and beautiful girl washed up and was ready to go to school, but when she opened the door and was about to leave, she looked around and saw a white corner of the mailbox at the door.

Who sent the letter?

A second of hesitation flashed in her heart. Her phone number is not confidential. If there is anything to do, it is much more convenient to call her than to send a letter. After all, if you know her address, how can you not know her phone number? ?

Even though she thought so, she didn't ignore the letter after all.

Keeping the pace of going out, she took out the white letter. The envelope used to wrap the letter was a cheap and common envelope on the street, but it made her frown when she saw it for the first time, but it was the letter. signature on.

Lorelai.

The signature on it is Lorelei.

She saw with her own eyes that the girl was reduced to ashes in the flames, her ashes were buried in the tomb under the tombstone, and her name was engraved on the monument and her picture was hung. obvious.

Lorelai is dead.

Arnott is a complete atheist, so she naturally doesn't believe in those false statements made by gods and gods.

Since the chance of Lorelai crawling out of the grave to write to her is zero, there is only one possibility for this to happen—someone is using Lorelai's name to attract her attention.

She couldn't help but clenched the letter tightly in her hand.

The letter paper is the cheapest material, but she curled it into a mess in her palm with just a little force, and the handwriting on it was no longer legible due to the distorted shape, but the content on the letter paper had already been darkened just now. It was deeply engraved in her mind.

[Do you remember the scene at that time?It haunts me all the time, it is the sad cry of the girl I killed at that time.

She is in the wind, in the rain, and can feel her breath in all directions. Even if I am in hell, I still cannot be at peace.

she is crying.She cries beside me, she cries in my ear.

I can't break free, I need to be rescued.

At the corner of No. xx intersection at xx intersection, I'm waiting for you. 】

rescue?

Arnott couldn't help laughing.

In fact, I already had a faint guess in my heart, who should be the person who wrote the letter.

To make the process so complicated is probably because it is the first time to do this kind of thing, so I want to be safe, I want to punish her, and I don't want to lose the reputation I already have.

It's as if those criminals said so high-soundingly, but they were just finding an excuse for their own revenge, so that they would not have so much inner rejection from the outside world when they carried out it.

The name of the street in the letter she received was Baltimore’s not-so-famous Pedestrian Street. Although there are many shops there, they are all old displays. In addition to the remote location, it is not taken seriously at all. Because it has not been renovated for a long time, not to mention that the commercial street and residential buildings have just been newly built not far away, and the price is much cheaper than here, so it has been deserted for a long time, even if During the busiest tourist season, this street is often deserted.

The alley was deserted, and the specific location of the appointment was even more deserted.

Wearing light sportswear, Arnott turned into an alley in the middle of the street like an ordinary little girl returning home. She was surrounded by old brick walls, and the gray and white walls were decayed by time. Going up to the balcony of the residential building, the place where the clothes should be hung is empty at the moment. This place has been classified as a high-risk housing group. Left among those who dispersed them or threatened or induced them.

Therefore, at this moment, except for the person who was still hiding in the dark and trying to lure her out by means, she should be the only person in this place.

Standing in the alley for more than ten minutes, the girl who didn't even have a passerby around her wandered slowly without direction, her eyes were deserted, but she couldn't help sighing secretly in her heart.

It's a good place to throw a corpse.

She stood still at the appointed street entrance, and after waiting and waiting, there was still no one. She started playing on her mobile phone out of boredom. The game she played was called "Inotia". It was a very monotonous plot. The knights of the Holy See accepted orders to protect The saint, and then she was with the saint-she still feels that this emotional line is forced he, in order to add love to the game.

Let me ask, how can two people with different viewpoints, standpoints, backgrounds, and abilities, under the protection of one side, develop a secret love and write the final he ending?

All TM is nothing but force.

Different viewpoints cannot be together.

Together is also be in the end.

The above are the opinions of Arnott's previous life, and she, who has no emotions in this life, naturally continues the thoughts of her previous life.

It took a while for her to pass the first boss. After she breathed a sigh of relief, she noticed that a man was watching him motionlessly not far away. Arnott put away her phone calmly, "You are finally here!" , I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Her tone was flat, and she didn't seem surprised at all by the identity of the person who asked her out.