"Girl, let's go back..." Huang Zhongping got out of the car tremblingly and whispered beside Lu Xiaohan.
"Master," Lu Xiaohan turned around and looked at Huang Zhongping, "Do you have a shovel in the trunk?"
Lu Xiaohan really didn't want to dig the grave with his bare hands anymore.
Just thinking about it made her fingertips hurt.
"No...no..." Huang Zhongping looked at the smiling Lu Xiaohan with fear in his eyes. All he could think about was that he was beaten to death with a shovel by the weak-looking girl in front of him, and then found a place in this barren cemetery. Buried anywhere.
Now he felt more and more that the seemingly harmless girl in front of him was actually a murderous elder sister.
"Are there any other tools?" Lu Xiaohan frowned and asked reluctantly.
"No...no..." Huang Zhongping felt a little wet in his crotch.
Why do I have to provide the tools to kill myself...
Huang Zhongping wanted to cry but had no tears.
"Forget it," Lu Xiaohan waved his hand impatiently.
Is she... is she planning to strangle me to death with her bare hands...
Huang Zhongping's hands instantly covered his neck.
"I just saw that you seem to have a stainless steel lunch box. Are there stainless steel chopsticks or spoons in it?" Lu Xiaohan turned back and looked into the car.
"Sister...Sister!" Huang Zhongping couldn't control his legs, so he knelt down in front of Lu Xiaohan.
At this time, Huang Zhongping's mind was filled with the image of himself being stabbed to death by chopsticks. Such a tragic situation made Huang Zhongping desperately kowtow to Lu Xiaohan, and at the same time begged again and again: "Sister, I have an elder and a younger one, and I don't do much at ordinary times. Please let me go if you do something immoral... If you want money or a car... I will give it to you, all of it. I just ask you to spare my life..."
Lu Xiaohan was confused by Huang Zhongping's operation. It took her a long time to understand that Huang Zhongping thought she was a female bandit.
"Uncle..." Lu Xiaohan stretched out his hand to help Huang Zhongping with a smile.
Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand touched Huang Zhongping's arm, Huang Zhongping screamed and collapsed on the ground as if he had touched a high-voltage wire. In the blink of an eye, a water mark appeared on the ground.
The sight in front of him left Lu Xiaohan speechless.
She didn't want to waste any more words, so she simply bypassed Huang Zhongping, walked to the car, opened the cab door and got in.
It’s over, it’s over… He’s planning on hitting me to death with my car…
The moment Huang Zhongping heard the car door open, he felt that the blood in his body ran cold.
Lu Xiaohan got into the driver's seat, opened the lunch box Huang Zhongping placed next to the seat, and found a pair of chopsticks and a spoon.
Finally, I no longer have to dig with my bare hands.
Lu Xiaohan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Master, thank you!" Lu Xiaohan walked toward the cemetery with chopsticks and spoons. When passing by Huang Zhongping, he lightly patted Huang Zhongping on the shoulder.
"Ah!" The touch on his shoulder made Huang Zhongping let out a miserable cry.
Lu Xiaohan's gentle pat made Huang Zhongping feel that he almost returned to his hometown.
"If you are willing to wait for me, please wait a moment. If not, you can leave now." Lu Xiaohan looked at Huang Zhongping's wet crotch and shook his head helplessly.
Sigh... It seems that I have to find a way to go back...
Lu Xiaohan thought, sighed softly, and stepped into the archway covered with ivy.
The dilapidated cemetery looks more like a ruin in the sun.
Lu Xiaohan clenched the chopsticks and spoons in his hands, stepped on the dead branches and leaves that were almost integrated with the soil, walked around the tombstones covered with dust and cobwebs, and the crosses that were rotting and moldy, and walked step by step towards the depths of the cemetery. go.
She weeps in the dark,
panting in the dirt,
Blood and tears streak across the bones,
Dancing where Soma cannot see,
She is waiting for you,
Go to a meeting.
Lu Xiaohan whispered the weird little poem and stood at the first fork.
On the left hand side of the fork, for some unknown reason, there is a large willow tree planted. On the right is a barren weed.
Through the willow branches on the left swaying slightly in the wind like a bead curtain, Lu Xiaohan saw many tombstones that had been eroded by the wind and time and only half of them were left. The jagged fractures pointed to the sky with claws and teeth.
Where Soma can't see...
Lu Xiaohan muttered in a low voice.
Invisible places...
Invisible places...
Lu Xiaohan looked up at the sky. Somo was the god of wine and the moon.
Where Soma can't see...
That is the place where the moon god cannot see, maybe... it refers to the place where the moon cannot shine.
Thinking of this, Lu Xiaohan cast his gaze into the depths of the willow forest.
After hesitating for a moment, she resolutely walked towards the path on the left.
Perhaps because of her nervousness, she didn't notice that just as she stepped onto the path on the left, a black cat quietly got into the grass on the right, and in the blink of an eye it disappeared in the grass about half a person tall.
The breeze blew by, and the willow branches were entangled with spider silk, like arms holding Lu Xiaohan flying in the air.
Invisible spider silk used the power of the wind to stick to Lu Xiaohan's face and hair.
This gave her the illusion of being suffocated by spider silk.
The willow branches rub against each other, making a vague rustling sound, as if countless invisible people are whispering in the ear.
Lu Xiaohan couldn't help but tighten his jacket.
Even though the warm sun of early spring shines unstintingly on the earth, Lu Xiaohan still feels a little chilly.
The willow branches are very dense, but the shadows cast on the ground are sparse and slender.
Lu Xiaohan looked up at the sun, then at the slender shadows on the ground, and murmured in his heart: These slender shadows can't cover Somo's eyes...
She held the chopsticks in her hand anxiously and kept looking around.
Maybe... I made a wrong analysis?
Lu Xiaohan felt a little shaken in his heart.
After hesitating for a moment, she decided to wait here until dark. She wanted to see with her own eyes what was the difference between a cemetery under the sun and a cemetery under the moonlight.
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"Boss, there seems to be no one in this room..." Wang Bin looked carefully at Zhou Wensheng, whose face was ashen beside him.
"Knock again!" Zhou Wensheng said sharply, then took out his mobile phone and dialed Lu Xiaohan's number again.
So far, they have been knocking on Lu Xiaohan's door for half an hour.
I dialed the phone hundreds of times, but there was always a cold female voice on the receiver - "The user you dialed is currently unavailable, please call again later..."
Zhou Wensheng's patience has reached its limit.
He thought for a while and dialed Lu Jia's number.
"Officer Zhou, are you okay?" Lu Jia quickly answered the phone.
"Is Lu Xiaohan with you?" Zhou Wensheng regretted it as soon as he said it.
The statements given by Lu Jia and Lu Xiaohan at the police station the day before were very different, and neither of them had conducted an investigation. Now he rashly asked Lu Jia about Lu Xiaohan's whereabouts. Zhou Wensheng felt that he had made a stupid mistake.
"Sister Xiaohan is not with me...Did something happen to her?" Lu Jia's voice suddenly became nervous in the receiver.
