cried out.

She and Andrea must have a heart-to-heart: as soon as a part of her thoughts flew back, Andrea told her in this way that his thoughts were countless times hers; she just came back from the gate of hell and was afraid of the dark. Andrea sent her countless lights; she wanted to catch a firefly, and Andrea sent her such a piece...

LuciaAndreaPirlo, your brother control is really enough!They already have wives and children, you pervert!

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Lucia yelled in her heart and spat at herself, stretched out the back of her hand full of mud, rust, and grass to wipe her cheeks and sniffed, ready to light the fire to roast her clothes and add some dry food.The tossing and tossing just now really consumed a lot of her physical and mental strength.

Lucia started to feel sleepy after eating, drinking and sitting quietly for a while. Based on the principle of "sharpening a knife and chopping firewood", she decided to take a rest first.He set up a tent a little away from the fire and got in, wrapping himself tightly.May you have a good dream for an hour.

In a daze, she heard the intercom ringing next to her: "Report...report...report your location...please report your location on the 17th. Please answer when you hear it on the 17th and report your location."

She reckoned and reported her position, and got an order to go 10° east by south.

10° south by east?He determined that direction to Lake Garda.Is it possible to let her go to the bottom of the lake?

But obeying orders is a bounden duty, so she got up and moved on without asking any further questions.

See, the leaders are still very concerned about her, afraid that she will wake her up specially if she falls asleep.

Following her movements, the silvery moonlight streaming down from the gaps in the dense leaves flowed in front of her eyes like plucked harp strings. Lucia had never seen such a scene before, but it felt fresh.If it weren't for a group of dark unknown little creatures dancing wildly in front of her, she really wanted to sing a song.

The low bushes gradually disappeared, and the pale rocks gradually occupied her sight.

Looking at the unimpressive hills, Lucia had to take out the map to check it carefully, and found that only a contour line was drawn on it.

Oh, the second surprise - how can this be a height that can be described by a contour line, baby face!

She put away the map and climbed up on hands and feet.The weathered fine sand remained on the seemingly flat rock surface, which added a lot of difficulty to her. She either missed it or stepped on the air several times.

Clinging to the cliff like a gecko, with a palm-sized protrusion on the tip of her toe, Lucia was sweating profusely from exhaustion, and deeply felt that her cruciate ligament had been torn.Finally grabbing a stone at the highest point, she kicked her whole body and jumped up, and then she was shocked by the beautiful scenery in front of her and held her breath.

The bright full moon and the sky full of stars bloomed with bright light high above the sky, and occasionally there were silver spots of fish jumping out of the water on the sparkling Lake Garda in the distance.The lake reflects the bright moon in the sky, and the fine shadows in the water make the lake even more serene.The dark mountains encircle Lake Garda like the most precious gems on green velvet.As the breeze blows, the rustling sound of leaves sways from near to far, like the low singing of nomads echoing in the quiet forest.

Lucia glanced at the time, it was exactly midnight, and she couldn't help but imagine that she had entered a fairyland in a fairy tale world.

She walked slowly down where she could get her feet, and gradually approached the lake.Lake Garda grew larger in sight, and the undergrowth began to thicken again.But it seems that someone has already passed here one step ahead of her, and a road that has been opened has made her advance a lot faster.

After walking to the water's edge, Lucia sat on a big rock, took off her backpack, lay down and looked up at the stars in the sky.At this time, her communicator rang again strangely: "No. 2 calls No. 17, please answer if you hear it. No. 2 calls No. 17, please answer if you hear it."

She took it out of the bag sideways: "This is No. 17, please instruct."

"Report your position on the 17th."

"By Lake Garda, the moon is at two o'clock."

"Received on the 2nd, please proceed in the intended direction. Pay attention to the timing."

Book directions? Lucia frowned as she looked at the endless lake.Water water water, water again.If it wasn't for the good weather and high visibility tonight, she would have asked Cannavaro directly if he was playing with her.

After resting for a few minutes, she checked the zipper on the bag, carried the bag on her chest, and stepped into the cold lake water as if she were dead.

Swimming has always been her weakness, let alone swimming alone in the early hours of the morning.For some reason, she has always had an inexplicable fear of the water, and she began to feel cramps in her calves before entering the water.

After swimming for nearly 10 minutes, the land was finally within her reach. Lucia saw a person standing on the shore in the mottled tree shadow, so she stretched out her hand to that person when she was still a body away, but inexplicably saw the smile on his face clearly in the darkness, and heard him snort again , and then was pushed into the water by that person.

She was not prepared at all, choked on several saliva, and kicked her legs desperately trying to get herself up.But the man on the shore was extremely strong, no matter how hard she struggled, it was useless.Her vision began to blur as time passed, and the strength in her hands also began to weaken.In the second before she lost consciousness, countless images flashed through her mind, but she couldn't grasp any of them.

As soon as Lucia regained consciousness, she began to cough, almost coughing up her lungs.

She opened her eyes, and in front of her was a magnified face of a butcher.

"Gattuso?" Lucia struggled to get up from the ground, and Gattuso quickly helped her up.

"I'm still alive? Where is this?" Lucia looked at the surrounding environment, looked at her watch and at the moon in the sky, her mind was in chaos and she couldn't calculate how much she had shifted.

"I can't call you." Gattuso hurriedly took out his own map from his pocket, turned on the flashlight and pointed to a place for her to see: "We are here."

Lucia raised her hand tremblingly and took the map in his hand, looked left and right, turned 90° and continued to look, turned 90° again, turned 90° again, finally returned to the original position, and dragged it up like a magic stick He nodded with a "hmm..." tone.

Gattuso sweated profusely: "Your map doesn't look like this?"

Lucia seemed to have been poked at the point of laughter, let out a weird "control control" laugh, and took out her own map and handed it to him.

Spreading out the half crumpled paper, Gattuso immediately opened his mouth wide and stared into buffalo-like eyes. Lucia couldn't help it, patted his shoulder and laughed, panting heavily after a few moments.

Gattuso took her hand off his shoulder in dissatisfaction: "Are you lost too?"

also? "That's not it." Lucia moved to him and poked a finger somewhere on her map: "I was here, before I passed out."

Gattuso tried hard to find their current location on her map, looked at the long distance, and saw the location of the destination, frowned: "Isn't this called lost? This can be called road crazy. You Why did you go over there? Isn’t the target there?”

"Yes..." Lucia took off her coat and concentrated on baking without speaking.

"Then?" Gattuso was annoyed to hear that she left the sentence in half.

"Don't just talk about me, why did you appear here? Shouldn't you go over there?"

Gattuso was speechless for a moment, opened his mouth for a long time and couldn't utter a word, and finally stretched out his hand and scratched his head: "Isn't it allowed for people to lose their way on the road of life? Anyway, they have turned back...@#¥%&*"

"Huh?" Lucia couldn't hear what he muttered at the end.

"You don't care what I say!" Gattuso puffed up his chest and put on a man-eating look, "Quickly answer my question!"

Your red face betrayed you, dear!Your acting skills can be further improved, dear!

"Don't repeat the begging of the girl who lost her footing, brother!" Lucia spread her hands.

Gattuso slapped her on the shoulder, pulled her up from the ground to support her, and carried her bag on his back with the other hand: "Can you walk by yourself?"

Lucia nodded, trying to take her outfit from him.

"Whispering!" Gattuso glared at her with buffalo eyes, "If you can't catch up with the car back, there will be plenty of time for you to recite this!"

==+Lucia obediently hugged his strong arms and walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow.After walking a few steps, she stopped: "You go first, I can't drag you down."

"Let's go together." Gattuso disagreed.

"No, you go first."

"Impossible, let's go together."

"Go away!" Lucia pushed him anxiously.

"Okay." Gattuso agreed suddenly.

Lucia stopped what she was doing, and heard him say another sentence: "Unless you tell me what happened."

Lucia couldn't resist him, so she could only say: "Calf cramps from swimming."

"So you will take the obvious wrong path?"

Seeing that she still refused to tell the truth, Gattuso simply sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Oh, it's none of your business!" Lucia jumped anxiously.It has been more than half an hour since she woke up, and counting the delay in saving her, Gattuso has at least wasted an hour for someone who has nothing to do with her.

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