'That thing' hated her, to the core, to the point of incomprehension and thrilling. -

What did she do before 'that thing' broke into her house, on September 13, eight years ago? Ni Niandie has no clue about this, I want to ask, but I haven't been able to get the opportunity. Perhaps, even if she asked, she really didn't know. For supernatural things, people who are not familiar with them are unfamiliar, and human memory will intentionally or unintentionally forget unimportant places in order to protect the brain. But it is very likely that it is this memory that is not important to me that is the mystery and the key to solving the whole event.

Why don't you find an opportunity to take her to a familiar hypnotist to hypnotize and restore the event? I looked at her and thought silently in my heart. After all, if I don't solve her problem, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of the car. There was always a sword of Mocles hanging overhead, and no one would feel good. Even if you ask me to leave, I don't dare. I am reluctant to bring unknown dangers to familiar people.

Alas, I can only 'mix' with them temporarily.

"Ah, by the way, there is a 'girl' child named Yuan Mengchen in your class, how is she doing?" Ni Niandie asked suddenly.

Suddenly, a trace of pain opened up my memory like a needle piercing a fingernail. Yuan Mengchen, the transfer student in front of him who has only been studying for a few weeks, why does he remember her name? I fell silent for a moment with a terrible face, and then said slowly in the tone of a five-flavor bottle: "She's gone!" ”

"Where have you gone?" Ni Niandie asked in a daze: "Went abroad to study?" ”

I shook my head.

"What you said is clueless, where did she go?" Ni Niandie didn't notice the 'color' of my lost face at all.

"Went to Heaven." Even though it was very uncomfortable, I still spit out these four words with my upper and lower 'lips'.

"How, how is it possible!" The 'girl' child was stunned: "How did she die?" ”

I didn't answer, although Ni Niandie was also in the midst of a strange and unpredictable incident, it was still difficult for me to explain the horror story that happened to Yuan Mengchen. As I looked away, the 'girl' child realized something, and the empathetic one did not ask any more, but inhaled the air tastelessly, chewing on the bitter atmosphere in the air.

(Yuan Mengchen's story.) See Night Silence 306 "Soul Snatcher Classroom")

"Even though I had only been in high school for two weeks, I was very compatible with the 'girl' child. I didn't have any physical contact with her, and I didn't even say a word. However, behind her eccentric 'sexual' personality, she hides her cowardice and family helplessness. Ni Niandie raised her head, as if she wanted to know each other for more than ten days. Tears shed over the death of the 'girl' who could not speak more than a few dozen sentences: "She always carried a scarf in her school bag, a white 'colored' scarf. Regardless of 'spring', summer, autumn and winter. She kept the scarf in her bag. It was her treasure, but she never said who gave it to her. ”

"I know her because of that scarf." Ni Niandie's face was full of memories: "I passed by a bridge that day, and I happened to see Yuan Mengchen, who was walking by the river under the bridge, accidentally dropped the white 'colored' scarf around his neck into the river. At that time, I thought, that person is really strange, it's autumn, it's not late autumn, why do you wear such a thick scarf. But the next moment, she jumped into the river because she couldn't swim at all. Hands tugged at the scarf, and even if it kept sinking, he didn't let go. ”

"I yelled and screamed to get attention. Finally, a kind person rescued the 'girl' child who was not afraid of death. I never understood that the white scarf was so important to her that day. Ni Niandie sighed.

Tears poured into my eyes like a burst of water at these words, and the tears rolled back and forth, never flowing. The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart. Because I know very well. The white 'colored' scarf was given to Yuan Mengchen by himself. The reason is actually very simple, just because an unfamiliar 'girl' who gave me the scarf in high school stuffed the hand-knitted scarf into my hand, pulled out the 'leg' and ran, I can't return it. I wanted to throw it away, but I happened to see Yuan Mengchen. He gave it to her.

That scarf was only changed by me once, and it was still a man's, but she had always cherished it. In the end, she even paid for her life for me.

Is it really worth it?

After doing so many things for me, does that 'girl' child who has gone to heaven really not regret it at all? I don't know, and never will ever know. The mind of a 'girl' child. Even a look, a word, is difficult for me to guess, let alone the unsolvable problem of the cosmic level of feelings.

The sun began to dip overhead to the west, and the sunset stained the sky red. The day didn't go by quickly, but it was irresistibly over. The car drove into a small county town and ended up in the parking lot of a hotel.

Ni Niandie stretched her waist happily, happily 'touched' her long oily hair and said, "It's finally time to take a bath!" ”

"Take a bath?" I looked at the appearance of this family preparing to get out of the car, and I was a little stunned: "Didn't you say that if you stop, there will be danger?" ”

"How is it possible, if you really have to run away at any time, everyone in my family will be exhausted to death." Ni Niandie explained complainingly: "According to experience, after that thing explodes, it will be silent for a while, sometimes for a few days, sometimes for a week, sometimes for half a month. Every time, we take the opportunity to take a breather and recuperate. ”

This 'girl' child, who was not good at 'communicating' with people, already had a tendency to talk a lot in the conversation last night and tonight.

I nodded hesitantly, "Sure?" ”

"Well, for sure, for sure." She impatiently dragged me out of the car: "Ah, I'll call you to run away if there's danger." Finally, I don't have to sleep on that rickety 'bed' anymore, and it feels so good to be down-to-earth! ”

The 'girl' child breathed in the cold air outside the car, and stretched comfortably by the way, with a comfortable face. Her father was helping her mother get out of the car, and when the two of them stood together, I found out that Ni Niandie's parents had an age gap of at least fifteen years, a typical old husband and young wife.

The aunt was still blank, her eyes numb, and she let her husband hold on to her, and walked forward step by step with her support. Ni Niandie drove the car to the middle of the parking lot, found a position that was both easy to get in the car and easy to get out of the 'door', and then locked the car 'door' satisfactorily.

Uncle led us to the hall and asked for two separate rooms. Then he silently handed me a key.

Ni Niandie explained to me: "Every time I live in a room with my parents, I take care of each other when I encounter danger, and slip away as soon as possible." You definitely can't live with us, it's inconvenient. ”