sunk in yesterday

After accumulating negative emotions for so long, the floral skirt collapsed instantly after seeing this scene.She even put aside the fear just now, pushed Xia Zhuo away, frantically looking for traces of her companion on the face on the tree.

Xia Zhuo didn't stand firmly, so he almost fell when he was bumped by her.He bumped back against his thick chest, and held his waist with one hand. The heat and slight pain from the transmission turned into a force at the same time, prompting him to pull back the girl whose hand was about to touch the bark. .

"You don't want to die?!"

The floral skirt was taken aback by his yelling, and then flinched by Guan Yuzhou's face behind him. She choked up for a few seconds and burst into tears: "You, what do you know... Something happened to your important person, and you still don't know what to do?" Can you calmly stand aside and analyze this and that? You have no idea how precious it is to have a close person in such a poor place!"

Xia Zhuo smiled coldly: "So what? Is being brainless the best way to move yourself?"

"what?"

"It's nothing, I just think your method is good. If you fall headlong, you will die. It turns out that there is hope to find your friend and you will take the initiative to cut it off, and save the time to find him later." Xia Zhuo didn't look anymore Look at her more, pat Guan Yuzhou on the shoulder, "Let's go to the side and have a look."

Uncle Yang looked at the girl who was still standing in a daze, and sighed softly, "What he said makes sense. In such a poor place, it is the most precious thing to stay rational and calm forever. Don't stay too far away from us, you My friend may have encountered other things, so calm down first, and don't get overwhelmed."

The floral skirt weepingly took the tissue from him, but it was useless in her hand.She realized that she was a little too emotional just now, she lowered her head and explained in a low voice: "I know it myself, but I really can't do it... Uncle, this is not the first time I have lost a friend, I just feel that every time I get here I was so small at the time. No matter how many times I can't accept my powerlessness..."

Xia Zhuo knew that Uncle Yang was going to act as a comforter even if he didn't look at it. To be honest, he felt a little unhappy just now after being scolded so harshly. Throw it on the tree in front of you.

There is no doubt that each one is the face of a person, and the outlines of the limbs can be seen on both sides of some trees, while most of them only have a round messy pattern at the height of a person, as if they were pulled in from the outside. And is losing traces of existence with the passage of time.

He took a quick look and found a dirty schoolbag on the ground next to the tree roots.Mud obscured its original color, and a silver anime charm was fastened to the zipper, and the edges and surfaces glistened when the flashlight shone through it.

Xia Zhuo squatted down, the cold touch spread from the fingertips to the arms, and the mixed dry and wet soil was embedded between the chain teeth, making it difficult to move the slider.

He exerted a little strength, and pulled violently like a struggle, the cloth bag opened a big hole, the soaked and faded test papers and crumpled textbooks crashed into the shadow of the lamp, and the ink writing on the class column was completely blurred It fell, and the original owner's name could not be seen clearly at all.

"Mr. Guan, are the people in the tree all students of this school?"

Xia Zhuo asked a question, but got no response.

He turned his head, and there was a figure in a skirt on the misty clearing.The legs were thin and long, as if one hand could be broken with a little force, and the other hand was sticking to the rough tree trunk, looking up at something.

This scene was like a mime, Xia Zhuo squatted numb, stood up unsteadily, and tentatively walked in that direction.But this distance can't be shortened by him, and the shadow can't sense his existence, as if immersed in his own world, he turns his head to talk to someone who doesn't exist.

The breeze blows and the leaves sway.A corner of the skirt reaching to the knee was lifted, and the fallen leaves were flying around.

What is reflected in the eyes is black and white, silent.Xia Zhuo couldn't hear the sound of the wind, nor could he hear what the other party said, but he could feel the strong joy rushing to his face.

The shyness of the first love is all hidden in the body movements, but the inadvertent arc of the toe contains the girl's mind full of precise calculations, and the strong love makes this silent picture gradually have a clearer outline.

Then Shadow stood on tiptoe against a tree, and everything came to an abrupt end.

The warm atmosphere suddenly collapsed, and he watched the figure fall to the ground, the intense mourning stimulated every pore on the skin, and the biting coolness went straight into the body, like an iceberg falling from the sky, immobilizing the person in place .

The sharp roar pierced the surface of tranquility, the figure rolled and struggled on the ground, and the hand resting on the tree clasped his neck behind him, the near-suffocation gasp knocked on the eardrums, and the fear of death dropped instantly.

The change was so sudden that Xia Zhuo couldn't even react, the blood in his body froze until he saw the man turn his head and stretched out a hand to him as if asking for help, and the weight on his shoulder disappeared.

The twitching figure crawled towards him little by little, with the hem of the skirt clinging to the ground, rubbing against the leaves under him and making trivial noises.Until she climbed up to Xia Zhuo and raised her head, Xia Zhuo couldn't see what the face covered by the black mist looked like, only two streams of blood dripped from her eyes.Those eyes were unexpectedly clear, as if they contained all the sad emotions in the world, reflecting his outline like a mirror.

wrong……

Not his.

Xia Zhuo realized this, the person he saw with those eyes was not himself at all, but the other two completely strangers who had never seen anyone so far.

Who is she looking at?

While this question was forming in his mind, he grabbed the hand that was trying to reach out to him.

Humid, cold, without any warmth of a living person, it took away his consciousness in just a moment.

Black dots clustered in his vision, tinnitus paralyzed the movements of his limbs, covering his crescent-shaped eyes.

After the feeling of dizziness dissipated, he found that his hand was hanging in the air, and he almost touched the weird face on the tree.And Guan Yuzhou's hand clenched his wrist, anxiety and anxiety were all in his eyes, he saw Xia Zhuo's trance, he was silent for a moment, frowned and asked, "What happened to you just now?"

The sense of loss of strength has not completely disappeared, Xia Zhuo used his strength to stand up, and took half a step back to get further away from the tree.

He looked around, and all the pictures disappeared, as if they were all hallucinations in his mind.

He looked at Guan Yuzhou and said, "I saw a girl."

"girl?"

"I can't see it, she seems to be standing under the tree talking to someone, maybe it's someone she likes." Xia Zhuo thought for a while, and her mood became depressed: "Mr. Guan, this dream should be related to campus feelings. Yes, could it be that she wrote the love poem? I saw her pinch her own neck in the end, in pain."

"It might have been written to her by someone else," Guan Yuzhou said.

"That's right." Xia Zhuo nodded, there were too few clues, and it was impossible to know everything based on what he saw.He waved the cloud of fog that drifted to his face, and he caught a patch of red out of the corner of his eye.He froze for a moment, then quickly lowered his hand to his side naturally, "Don't think about this for now, let's go ahead and have a look?"

"Okay." Guan Yuzhou didn't notice his strangeness, and pointed the flashlight down on the road, and told him: "Go slowly, don't worry."

As soon as the two of them moved, Uncle Yang followed with a floral skirt.

The little girl's mood has stabilized a lot now, but her eyes are still red.She sniffed, looked at the tall and short figures in front of her, walked around quickly as if making a decision, closed her eyes and bowed abruptly: "That... I'm really sorry just now!"

Xia Zhuo asked back: "I'm sorry for what?"

Hearing this, the head of the floral skirt hangs even lower, and said hesitantly: "That's right, the one who yelled at you. It's because I didn't control my emotions well. I was too excited and caused you trouble. I promised not to cause trouble...Anyway, I'm sorry!"

Xia Zhuo raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, a little surprised that the other party would really come to apologize.

"It's okay." He smiled casually, lowered his eyes as he passed by, and quickly looked at the palm of his hand through the blind spot of Guan Yuzhou's vision. There was a lump of coagulated blood on it.

There is no doubt that this is not his. This realization made him heave a sigh of relief, and the soaring guilt quickly dissipated. The result was probably left by the shadow in the phantom just now after touching it.

He tried to pick it with his nails, but the blood clot remained motionless, as if it was sewn onto his skin.

No, he's the one causing trouble...

"What are you rubbing?" Guan Yuzhou noticed his small movements, and seeing that he shouldn't respond, he quickly held his hand and opened it, "How did you do it?"

"It's not mine," Xia Zhuo twitched, but he couldn't pull it away, so he let him grab it.The free and easy energy he had when he just accepted the apology was gone, and he shrugged his head cautiously like a quail: "I touched that shadow just now, it may be the blood on her body, if it is stained... it can't be removed, hehe .”

Guan Yuzhou lost his temper at all by his "hey", he frowned and looked at his palm carefully, "Does it hurt?"

Xia Zhuo quickly shook her head like a rattle: "It doesn't hurt, I don't feel anything at all."

Guan Yuzhou held his breath, and he wanted to say something more, when an arm suddenly stretched out from behind, interrupting the reproach that came to his mouth.

Uncle Yang pointed to a fork in the front right, and said with a voice under his breath, "Is there something moving over there?"

The fog has reduced visibility a lot, and when white particles are scattered around, it will occasionally cause visual misguidance.

Guan Yuzhou and Xia Zhuo raised their heads at the same time, but they still couldn't see anything. The floral skirt had already trotted over in three steps and two steps. A few striking mud spots remained on the skirt.

Covering her mouth, she took a few steps back, then stumbled forward again.

There was half a person embedded in the thick trunk, half of his body had already melted into the tree, his head and one arm were hanging outside, and his clothes had been stained red with blood.

Xia Zhuo did have a little impression of this man when he visited the campus, because he accidentally saw this man turning his face to touch the head of the floral skirt, smiling shyly and gently.But now he is like a rotten wood, being pulled in by the tree little by little, and he can only find that he is still breathing weakly when he looks closely. Occasionally, his body twitches due to severe pain, but he is unconscious and unable to wake up.

"Help me again, please help me again..." The floral skirt was so anxious that her voice became hoarse, the ground under her feet had been soaked in blood, and the muddy place was even more slippery. Let alone trying to use the strength to drag a trapped adult.

Xia Zhuo wanted to say that this was a waste of effort, people had already lost blood like this, even if they could be rescued, they would not be able to survive tonight.But Uncle Yang walked forward without saying a word, grabbed her arm, and cooperated with her to pull her out.

"It's useless." Guan Yuzhou didn't move, and stood aside with a light tone, "If you don't want to get him out, you can live a few more minutes."

The pulling sensation made the man wake up in a daze. More blood slid down the bark. Xia Zhuo also realized what was wrong. He opened his mouth to call to stop, but Guan Yuzhou patted his shoulder and shook him. Shaking his head, "It's late."

The crackling sound echoed in the mist, and the flesh that was integrated with the tree was torn apart, and this time the blood gushing out was mixed with some rotting internal organs.The floral skirt couldn't be seen clearly, and she begged to her companion who was only half breathed: "Persist a little longer, and I'll save you, you hold on, you must hold on..."

Suddenly, that hand clasped her wrist backwards.The strength above was not like that of a dying person, she let out a muffled groan in pain, but cast her gaze happily.

"Let go of him!" Uncle Yang suddenly shouted.

The next moment, the joy in the floral dress was shattered.Fear crawled up her brows and eyes little by little, and the hand was not responding to her pulling, but was convinced of the fact that she was about to die, and was trying to pull her to be buried with her with the last strength.

Those cloudy eyes were bloodshot, and the pupils were dilated to stare closely at her pale face.

The floral skirt was trembling with fright, she let go of Uncle Yang's words in a daze, but the other party seemed to want to break her wrist, and dragged her in his direction relentlessly.

"Don't move here." Guan Yuzhou threw a word to Xia Zhuo, bent down and picked up the branches at his feet.He stepped forward to stab the back of the man's hand, found the position of the tendon of the hand and said goodbye precisely, the momentary gasp made the floral skirt have a loophole, she was dragged back to the ground by Uncle Yang who hadn't confiscated her strength, it seemed that her feet were soft He couldn't stand up, and just sat and watched his companion struggle until his head was squeezed into the tree by the wriggling bark, and he swung his arm twice and then stopped moving.

The surroundings have been quiet for a long time, and the smell of blood has been so long that people can't hold back their stomachs. Kneeling in the floral skirt, they began to cry: "Why..."

The blood seeped into the ground, and the fog was dyed a faint red.

pat, pat.

Who is walking on muddy water.

The blurry figure swayed into the fog, and the granular water vapor under the lamp flew indiscriminately.Her shoulder-length short hair and skirt stuck to her body, her head was tilted to one side strangely, and she was holding something in her drooping hand, which made a rattling sound when the wind blew.

The floral skirt covered her mouth, not daring to make a sound.

The figure disappeared, and suddenly reappeared closer.She didn't take a step, but flashed that they were only a few steps away.

With every breath, the shadow got closer.The strong wind pushed up the fishy smell sinking below to the front of the person, the fog was thick enough to block the nose in an instant, the chill wrapped the body from head to toe, and a pair of red eyes opened in the darkness.

"Run back!" Guan Yuzhou grabbed Xia Zhuo's wrist, "Leave this fog!"

The floral skirt scrambled and wanted to stand up, but she had exhausted all her strength just now, and turned over in embarrassment with all her efforts. Fear had clamped her heart, and she was about to vomit and suffocate.

At first, she was not so afraid when she was looking for someone here alone, but now she really met and saw that kind of thing that made her hairs stand on end, and she realized how terrible the approaching death was.

Uncle Yang resisted her and caught up with the person in front.

Guan Yuzhou's guess was not wrong. The blood mist became the carrier of the shadow, and it seemed to be able to move freely within a certain distance.

Xia Zhuo was out of breath, he held Guan Yuzhou tightly, and the two shuttled through the forest.The way they came here seemed to be stretched, and they kept running in the same direction for a long time. The floral skirt pointed to the side and shouted: "This is that tree!"

The blood was still on the ground, and the dirt below was covered with messy footprints, where her companion died last.

After wasting such a long time in vain, I returned to the original point again.

"We can't run out!" No matter how strong Uncle Yang was physically, he couldn't carry people on his back for so long, and his breath was already a little unstable.

Xia Zhuo wiped the sweat off his head: "We've been going around in circles?"

"No." Guan Yuzhou frowned: "It's the tree that's moving."

"This...how is it possible!" Uncle Yang couldn't believe it.

"Trees are messing with our bearings."

Xia Zhuo asked: "Then what should I do?"

Guan Yuzhou stopped suddenly, "I can only try."

"You said."

"Touching the tree with your right hand is the most likely solution I can think of right now."

"Touching the tree? You saw it too. Just now my friend—" The floral skirt came off Uncle Yang's back, her face was full of panic, and she looked back from time to time, "Why don't we run, we can't do this Stop here, it keeps following, right behind us!"

"Okay, I'll try." Xia Zhuo nodded, he raised his bloody hand with a calm expression.

"Don't!" Uncle Yang was taken aback, he couldn't believe that Guan Yuzhou asked him to try such a dangerous thing.

Without waiting to stop him, Xia Zhuo's palm was already attached to the tree in front of him.Two seconds later, the rhizome coiled in the thick soil trembled, and actually moved aside in front of them, making way for a straight path.

"Walk."

As they moved forward, the road became wider and wider, and the smell of blood gradually faded away.

While walking out of the garden, Xia Zhuo looked back.

The figure stood at the junction of the haze, neither anger nor regret.The lights on the side of the road flickered for a moment due to poor contact, a piece of paper slipped through the shadow's fingers, circled with the rising airflow, and then fell again like a leaf, landing at their feet.

It has the same familiar handwriting on it, and the content comes from the same love poem——

"Last cable, my last hope babbles and sings for you."