Chapter 6 Chapter 5

"Wait, stop! Where are we going?" Dylan stopped angrily, standing firmly on his feet and crossing his arms over his chest.Just now she had been following him mindlessly, but they had been walking in silence for twenty minutes. The ghost knew which direction they were heading. Except for the simple and rude "follow me", he said nothing. Didn't say either.When he ordered Dylan to go with him, all the doubts in her mind, all the reasons for staying where she was at the mouth of the tunnel, disappeared inexplicably, and now they all came back, and they came back with ferocity.It's stupid to walk around like this.

He continued to stride forward a few steps, then turned around, looked at her with a raised eyebrow and said: "what?" "What?!" Dylan's voice went up an octave unbelievably. "We just narrowly escaped a car crash and everyone else seemed to be gone. I don't even know where we are, you just let us both We are walking around in this deserted place, getting farther and farther away from the accident scene, what should others do if they want to come to find us?" "Then, in your opinion, who will come to us?" he asked, a haughty smile reappearing on the corner of his mouth.Dylan frowned, confused by the strange question, and then said her thoughts: "For example, the police, and my parents."

It was the first time that he could talk to his parents together, and Dylan felt a little excited, "The train didn't arrive at the next station, do you think the railway company doesn't want to know where it goes?" She raised her eyebrows, secretly proud of her impeccable reasoning process, and waited to see how he responded. He laughed, the laughter was pleasant to the ear, but the tone was lightly mocking. His reaction left her both confused and angry.Dylan pouted, waiting for him to say something nice, but he just smiled, without knowing exactly what was funny.When he smiled, it seemed that he had changed his face, and his naturally cold face also brought warmth, but there was always something wrong.His smile came from the bottom of his heart, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, which were still cold and aloof.

He walked over to Dylan and bent slightly so he could look her in the eye. He was so close that it made her a little uncomfortable, but she remained where she was. "What would you say if I told you that you're not where you think you are?" he asked. "What?" Dylan was completely confused and terrified.He has always had an arrogant attitude that drives people crazy.He ridiculed her at every turn, and from time to time he would say a few such nonsensical words.Does his question have any other meaning besides fooling her and making her doubt herself? "It's okay," he observed her expression, and smiled calmly, "Turn around, can you still find that tunnel again?"

Dylan looked back. The landscape in front of him was empty and unfamiliar. Everything looked exactly the same.As far as the eye can see, there is only the Zhuozhuo Tong Mountain in the wind. There are ravines and ravines at the foot of the mountain, and there are vegetation growing freely everywhere.There is no trace of the tunnel entrance or even the rails.Weird!They didn't get very far. She realized that she couldn't tell which way they had come, and that if Tristan left her now, she would be completely lost.Thinking of these, her chest tightened for a while. "I can't find it." She muttered to herself, knowing how much trust she had given this unfriendly stranger.

Tristan couldn't help laughing at the understanding look on her face. She was now at his mercy. "I guess you can't get rid of me now." He let out a wicked grin, and started walking again.Dylan stood there motionless, still struggling.But as the distance between them widened, her feet moved independently of her control, as if afraid of being alone.She climbed up a small pile of rocks, walked slowly across a low grass, and finally caught up.He was still striding forward, his long legs and stride allowing him to pass her with ease. "You should know where we're going?" she gasped, trying to keep up.

Another smug smile, annoying, "I know." "How do you know?" She wanted to keep up with him, so she could only simplify the question. "Because I've been there before," he replied.He seemed very confident that everything was in his hands, including her.As much as she hated to admit it, unless she wanted to wander here alone and alone, she had no choice but to welcome him.He was still striding up the hill, and Dylan's long-inactive legs were starting to burn and ache. "Will you slow down?" she said out of breath. "Oh, sorry," he said.Despite being frosty, he seemed genuinely apologetic and slowed down to a moderate pace.A grateful Dylan caught up and continued to ask questions.

"Is there a town or something nearby? Is there a place where I can talk to my cell phone?" "There is nothing in this wasteland." Tristan muttered softly. Dylan bit his lip, worried.The later she arrived, the more anxious she knew her mother would be.One of the conditions of Joan's agreement to her trip was that she call home whenever she saw her father when she got there. She wasn't sure how long it had been—she had been unconscious for a while in the car—but she was sure Joan expected her to contact the family immediately.If she called Dylan and heard the voice of the voice message, she would start to worry.

She also thought of her father waiting for her at the train station.Maybe he would think that she was unwilling to come, and backed down when things came to an end.That would be bad.No, he knew which train he took.He'd hear that the train was in an accident, or that it couldn't move, or something like that.But she needs to let him know that she's okay now.She felt that it would be too late to go to Aberdeen after the incident had been dealt with.She wished her father would buy her another train ticket, but she felt that the railway company should at least give her a free one.But Joan certainly didn't want to let her go on another trip.Maybe he'll come to Glasgow to see her.

But then she changed her mind and stopped involuntarily.If there were no towns nearby, and it was near dusk, what would they do once it got dark? She looked around, trying to search for any trace of civilization.But Tristan was right, there was nothing around. "You said you've been here before?" she asked again.They had just trudged up to the top of the hill and were descending the very steep slope on the other side, so Dylan kept his eyes on the ground, watching every step.If she had been observing Tristan's expression before, she would have seen his eyes suddenly become wary and cautious, "When did that happen? When exactly?"

The boy Tristan walking beside her was just silent. "Tristan?" A lot of questions, and this is just the beginning.For Tristan, this was an ominous sign.He tried to put his mind at ease by smiling, but Dylan scowled, and this time she was actually staring at him. He adjusted his facial expression to look indisputable. "Do you always have to ask so many questions?" He said with a raised brow. Dylan was stabbed for a moment speechless.She turned around and looked up at the sky at the blue-gray clouds.The color of the clouds became darker and darker with each passing minute.Tristan understood, "So that's what happened." "Are you afraid of the dark?" he asked.Dylan wrinkled his nose and ignored him. "Look." Tristan took the initiative and spoke again, "It's already dark before we reach our destination. I'm afraid we can only make do in the wild tonight." Dylan made a face.She has no camping experience, but she knows that as long as she spends the night outside without a kitchen to cook, a bathroom to bathe in, and a warm bed to sleep in, she must feel uncomfortable. "We had no tents, no sleeping bags, nothing to eat." "Maybe we should go back to the tunnel and see if anyone is looking for us," she complained. He rolled his eyes and showed an arrogant and conceited expression again, "It's too late to go back now! The end result is wandering around in the dark night. I know there is a shelter from the wind and rain, we Will make it through." "You've already experienced the worst of today," he added. Strangely, Dylan hadn't given much thought to the accident.As soon as she came out of the tunnel, Tristan was in complete control of the situation, and she just followed him and followed his lead.Moreover, everything happened so fast that she didn't even understand what happened. "See?" Tristan pulled Dylan out of his thoughts.He pointed to a dilapidated shack about half a mile away. The hut was close to a narrow valley at the bottom of the mountain. It looked abandoned for a long time, and a crumbling stone wall roughly defined the boundary of the house.There are several large holes in the roof, and the doors and windows have disappeared.It seemed that in another ten years or so, these old walls that were peeling off would be gone, she nodded numbly.He went on to say: "This house can still play a big role in keeping out the cold and wind." Dylan couldn't believe it. "You want us to just sleep there tonight? Look at this house! It's barely holding up. I mean, it's only half the roof! We're going to freeze to death!" "No, we won't freeze to death." Tristan's voice was full of contempt, "It doesn't rain much now, maybe the rain will stop soon, and you won't be able to get wet or freeze there." "I'm not going there," Dylan said firmly.She couldn't imagine anything worse than spending the night in a cold, dank house that was falling apart. "No, you will. Unless you want to go on alone. It's going to be dark soon, so good luck." The boy dropped a few dry words, and Dylan was sure he could say it.What should she do? Looking closer, the hut didn't look any better.The gardens have begun to fall back to waste.They entered by the front door, wading through thistles and brambles and thick weeds.Once inside the house, things improved slightly.Although there are no doors and windows, the wind has been reduced a lot, and the roof at the other end is almost intact.Even if it rains at night, that half of the roof keeps them from getting wet.Although the house appeared to have been evacuated long ago, the previous owners left many belongings and a few pieces of furniture that were falling apart.But almost everything was dilapidated and piled on the ground. Tristan entered the room first, straightened the table and chairs, turned a bucket upside down and sat on it, and motioned for Dylan to sit on the chair.She sat down carefully, for fear that she would collapse when she pressed the chair.The chair was still solid, but she still didn't dare to relax.The sound of howling wind could not be heard, and the silent atmosphere in the room became even more awkward.And she didn't have to rush through those dangerous mountain roads anymore, so now there was nothing to do but sit there and try not to look at Tristan.Trapped in such a shabby room with a total stranger, she was indescribably uncomfortable.But on the other hand, recalling the suffering she suffered during the day, she was eager to find someone to talk about the accident that just happened.She looked at Tristan, not knowing how to break the silence. "What accident do you think happened? I mean, the train." "I don't know. I think it was a crash. Maybe a tunnel collapse or something." He shrugged and looked up. His body language told her he wasn't interested in talking about it, but Dylan wasn't one to give up easily. "But what happened to everyone else? We can't be the only survivors. How is your car?" Her eyes were full of curiosity. He shrugged again, looking nonchalant and unconcerned. "I guess it's the same with you." He looked erratic, and Dylan could see that he was uncomfortable.How could he not want to talk about these things?Dylan just couldn't understand. "Why were you there then?" Hearing this, he looked up suddenly, as if frightened.Dylan quickly explained: "I mean, where did you get in the car? Who are you going to see?" Dylan regretted it as soon as the words came out.There's a guarded look in his eyes, and Dylan doesn't like it. "I'm going to see people," he said, "my aunt lives there." His tone seemed to be coming to a conclusion, and there was no way to continue the conversation. Dylan tapped his fingers on the table, thinking about the man as he tapped. Visiting her aunt seemed fair and honest, but she wondered if there was something sinister behind it.This man is mysterious and always unpredictable. Is there any other explanation besides conspiracy?She is alone in this wilderness now. Is the person in the room with her a criminal?Maybe she's just freaked out—these are just her paranoid delusions after being frightened? "How are we going to eat?" she asked mostly to change the subject, because his arrogance was so unnerving. "Are you hungry?" His voice sounded startled. Dylan thought about it carefully, and was surprised to find that he was not hungry.Her last meal was on the way to the train station after class.Bought a hamburger from a roadside snack bar and slurped it down in a hurry with a hot Diet Coke.That was hours ago. Although she is very thin, she has always had a large appetite.Joan always joked that one day she would wake up fat and weigh twenty stone. She always thought she was gluttonous.Perhaps the lack of appetite now is due to being frightened. "At least we need some water," she said, though she realized that she wasn't thirsty at all. "Well, there's a small river behind the house," he replied, with some humor in his tone, "but I can't say how clean the water is." Dylan carefully considered whether he wanted to drink the dirty river water.There might be sludge and bugs in the water, which isn't a very tempting suggestion.Then it occurred to her that if I drank the water, I'd need to go to the toilet, and there didn't seem to be much room for a toilet here.The dark clouds made the night come very quickly, and she didn't want to go out alone in the dark night to find a convenient place.Think of the nettles and thistles outside, and it was too embarrassing for her to be afraid of going too far, and to be in a place where everyone could hear her. Tristan seemed to read her inner thoughts through his eyes.Even though he turned his face away, gazing out the window into the twilight, Dylan saw his face lift slightly, suggesting he was laughing at himself.She narrowed her eyes and looked in another direction angrily.There was a hole in the house where the back window used to be, and Dylan looked out through the hole, seeing nothing but the silhouette of mountains in the distance.The evening had just begun, and she felt nervous. "Do you think we're safe here?" she asked. He turned to look at her with unpredictable eyes, "don't worry," he said, "there's nothing out there." The sense of isolation in his words made people shudder, like thinking of the unknown in the dark. The famous thing is crawling around at a fast speed.Dylan couldn't help shivering. "Is it cold?" he didn't wait for her answer. "There's a fireplace over there, and I've got matches—maybe I can light it." He got up and strode over to the stone fireplace.Above the fireplace was a remnant of the roof, and the cavity must have strengthened the walls, for it was the best kept part of the house.There were several logs piled on the ground by the fireplace, and he gathered them together carefully into a precarious cone.Dylan watched him go about his work, and the way he did it with calm concentration attracted her.He glanced in her direction as he reached into his pocket for matches, and she hurried back to look out the window.She blushed, hoping he hadn't noticed she was looking at him just now.The muffled laughter from the direction of the fireplace proved that her hopes had failed, and she fidgeted in her chair in embarrassment.There was the sound of a match being struck in my ear, and at the same time a faint wisp of smoke wafted.She pictured him stuffing matches into logs, trying to start a fire, but determined not to look at him. "If there is no sudden gust of wind, we will warm up in a few minutes." He stood up and walked back to his temporary seat leisurely. "Thank you," Dylan murmured.She was sincerely grateful for the fire, which drove away the darkness that was slowly descending on the earth.She leaned forward slightly, watching the flames in the fireplace, observing every jump of flames on the logs.Soon, the heat from the fireplace began to spread outward, bathing them both in warmth. Tristan started looking out the window again, even though there was nothing to be seen outside.The few conversations just now were always interrupted at the beginning. Dylan had exhausted all her courage, and she dared not interrupt him when he was thinking.She leaned on the table with her arms crossed, her chin resting on her arms, and she was looking away from Tristan, only staring at the flame.The dancing flames made her drowsy, and after a while her eyelids drooped. Sleepiness enveloped her little by little like a curtain, and she heard the wind whirling and stirring between the crumbling broken walls.Although she couldn't feel the chill of the wind blowing past, she could hear the whimpering of the wind whistling through the cracks and cracks, trying to get inside the house, and it sounded very strange and scary.She was shaking uncomfortably, but while Tristan wasn't looking, she managed to keep herself from shaking too much. It's just the wind. (stone), an imperial unit of weight, equivalent to 14 pounds. 20 stone is equivalent to 280 pounds, which is about 254 catties.