foggy morning light (twilight fandom)

When I came back to my senses, Angela's face, which had been replaced with contact lenses, was still a little dazed.

She asked in disbelief: "What did I just see?"

"That policewoman is you, right? That's right, your name is Da Ge." She muttered to herself, and looked down at her fingers, which were flushed from the cold.

I didn't answer her, and when the real snow scene in front of me fully appeared in my field of vision, I realized that the mountain was already completely white within a few days of the first snowfall.

The white was a little dazzling, leaving Angela who was still sorting out her thoughts, and continued to walk forward alone.The green of the trees on the mountain is covered by thick snowflakes, like the colors in oil paintings, with a unique artistic conception.

1 minute has just passed, maybe a little longer or a little shorter.But sinking in at the same time as Angela, her performance is obviously not new.I had to get her word out, by whatever means.From the initial dream to the integration into reality, even if it is a curse, I have to figure out the source. This is the purpose of my coming here.

"Da Ge, I can tell you that when I died, I was sealed in the wall." Angela ran over, took my arm to block the front, and prevented me from continuing to go up.Prayers flashed in his eyes, and more and more.

I didn't look at her, pulled back my arm, and walked around her expressionlessly.

"Listen! I still had a sliver of consciousness back then, but I've always regretted it."

Angela's eyes were moist, and her pleading expression was even worse, as if the pain from the memories returned to her body.

"On that wall, a big black phoenix butterfly was painted, exactly the same as the one on your body. That day, I saw your imprint, and some scenes in my dreams were easily linked together."

I paused, stepped on a higher protruding mound, and looked down at her.

"Wall?" I remember seeing that wall too, just before I died in the mirror, reflecting the wall behind me.

"Yes! It's the wall!" Angela trotted a few steps and looked up at me, completely without the coquettishness and complaints of the past, "It's very stuffy, the dust and mud poured into the nose and ears, it's uncomfortable, there It's really dark."

I smiled, a little angrily.

I bowed slightly towards her, watching the butterfly stand out in the dazzling white, and the original black became a bright spot.

"Let me guess, you saw Zhang Ke and me leaving, and you chose to stay in the safest cage, right?"

Angela didn't speak, but tightly grasped the heavy overcoat, and the pink lace decoration was pulled into a pile.

"You are very smart. You exchanged the information we escaped for the opportunity to make deals with those people."

Angela was trembling all over, her joints turned white with force, and her face was as pale as snow.

"Then...you realized you were too naive." I jumped down, the snow under my feet creaked, I went around behind her and approached her ear, "You died too, and you killed me."

"I do not have!"

"Oh... and Zhang Ke." I continued to press her, saying, "Do you remember that young girl? She is as beautiful as a lily."

"I didn't! I didn't!"

"Nothing? Zhang Ke is so miserable. Her long hair is so beautiful, and the light tone of her skirt is really like the color of Angela's clothes you like. How did she die?!"

I stood on tiptoe with difficulty, locked her throat in an instant, and said, "She said she was very thirsty, but her blood is cooling down little by little!"

"I... I didn't kill her!"

Angela fluttered frantically, waving her hands in the air with astonishing strength.

I struggled to continue: "Angela, have you ever dreamed of her face? Are you afraid when she looks at you?"

Angela stopped and burst into tears.

"I just want to go home! What's wrong with me? Their hearts are broken, I'm just going with the flow, you will be discovered sooner or later, won't you?!"

I swallowed weakly, frowning tightly.

Many people, many times, will find reasonable excuses for what they do.Some of those excuses can comfort me, some are like knives piercing someone's heart, stabbing them down one after another, causing blood to flow.