Chapter 9 Insects (6)

He gently put it on the plate, and the "candy" split open automatically, and a worm crawled out of it. It's not candy, it's bug eggs! Worm eggs. Shang Xiaodie also saw this insect egg, it was this thing that stuck Bai Lu's trachea, making her unable to breathe until she died. The tweezers in the doctor's hand fell to the floor.The worm crawled out of the "candy", squirmed its slender body desperately, got out of the plate, and quickly crawled to the ground without a trace. Looking back at Bai Lu on the stretcher bed, her breathing and heartbeat had already stopped, and she became a gradually cooling corpse.

she died. Xiaodie wanted to cry, but the tears suddenly dried up.The young doctor fled out of the room in a panic, leaving only Xiaodie standing beside the dead Bailu. The broken eggs in the tray have gradually hardened, and Shang Xiaodie is close to its translucent skin, just like her own cornea... 23:20 midnight on June 9 Shang Xiaodie returned home, ending this frightening night. Dad was already getting impatient with the wait, and the daughter yelled as soon as she entered the door: "What time do you think it is? You came back so late, why didn't you learn well, little girl? I called you so many times, why did you Don't accept it?"

He asked many questions like a cannonball, but Xiaodie didn't answer a word, and quickly took the clothes and walked into the bathroom. Dad's roar was still ringing outside, and she turned on the shower head to wash her body.She'd been to Ghost Creek tonight, taken Bai Lu to the hospital, and ended up witnessing a horrific surgery before her roommate died in the emergency room. Ten minutes after Bai Lu's death, the school's teachers rushed to the hospital.After briefly asking Xiaodie a few words, he told her to go home and rest quickly.But Shang Xiaodie concealed some things, such as the pencil case hidden in her schoolbag - something that should have been buried by Bai Lu.

She desperately washed her body, as if the worm egg had already landed on her body, or the worm was crawling between her toes.She almost washed her skin to pieces before she put on her clothes and walked out of the bathroom.At this time, Dad couldn't scold anymore, so he went back to the room to sleep.She also returned to her room. Shang Xiaodie took out the pencil case from her bag, and it still exuded the smell of the soil by the "ghost creek".She put the pencil case on the desk, just like the school desk when she was a child, and gently opened the box—— It was indeed a piece of manuscript paper, perhaps because it had been buried in the ground by the river for a long time, it had already been damp and yellowed, and many handwritings were a little blurred, so it is not bad to be able to preserve it until now.

There is a poem written on the manuscript paper, the title is. The handwriting of the lines of poetry is very scribbled, but it is very majestic, and it can be seen that it was written by a man—— who cries on the edge of the city Who walked through the dawn of Huangquan Road It's ghosts weaving maps The devil's chessboard is filled with pieces sinking ship Do you see the cape in the night Poseidon's Lonely Lighthouse Rusting under the torment of time The last light pierces the night sky Light Up Ninth Avenue in Jericho Hear the witch moaning at the bottom of the sea Straight!Straight!Straight!

But please don't cross the creek outside Gusu City 1999 Breathing in the ear Machines and motors eat us up Black smoke drifts out of God's finger You will carry your body to the graveyard Nails for an ancient cross Recite the words of Brother Kirill aloud Trojan warriors are opening the gates of Troy The soul of Achilles crosses the bridge of heaven write a secret note Tucked into the crack of the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem Embracing the dead body of oleander petals I Kiss Quietly - Butterfly Cemetery It was midnight again, and Shang Xiaodie finished reading this vague poem quietly, as if her body was gradually floating, and the mysterious place was close in front of her eyes.

At the bottom of the poem is the inscription and time—— Wild June 6, 1986 The author's name is "Wild"?It sounds familiar. This poem was written on June 6, 1986, the year Shang Xiaodie was born.And June 6th was the day she found Meng Bingyu's schoolbag by the "Ghost Creek". She recited the poem called again silently, and she felt goosebumps all over her body. It was hard to say whether this poem was good or bad. Poetry is difficult to evaluate, and it is completely a personal subjective feeling.But she felt that there was a strange taste in this poem, especially those difficult historical terms, which made people fall into a huge maze...

Butterfly cemetery? Suddenly, a big gray moth flew to the lamp. The moth stubbornly flies towards the light, even if it is burnt to death by the desk lamp.So, she compassionately turned off the lamp and let the room sink into darkness. June 10 at 8:30 am Saturday morning. She dreamed of Bailu, or maybe Baishuang?Anyway, she couldn't tell the two sisters apart.They are all dressed in fluttering white clothes, shuttling on the road at night, waving to stop a car when they see it passing by.Shang Xiaodie drives a red QQ by herself (but in reality she doesn't know how to drive at all), and loses her way in the vast night road - LOST.

Bai Lu (Shuang)'s face appeared on the side of the road, and then QQ stopped and let her sit in the co-pilot's seat.Xiaodie continued to step on the accelerator and drove forward, while Bai Lu (Shuang) stared straight ahead in a daze.Finally, Xiaodie asked, "Where are you going?" Bai Lu (Shuang) replied: "Butterfly Cemetery." "How to go?" "Come with me." Bai Lu (Shuang)'s throat was swollen, as if something was stuck inside, she swallowed with difficulty, and recited aloud—— "Who is crying on the edge of the city? Who walked through the dawn of Huangquan Road?"

Shang Xiaodie slammed the steering wheel, turned into a more desolate intersection, and also chanted words like a mantra: "It's the ghosts weaving the map! The devil's chessboard has been filled with chess pieces." While chanting verses in her mouth, she opened her eyes in a daze - QQ and the road of the night no longer exist, and Bailu (Frost) has also been reduced to ashes. She was lying on the bed in her room, the rainy season was still falling outside the window, and everything was rusting and moldy. Oops, missed the opening ceremony of the World Cup in the middle of the night!

How did you fall asleep last night?She scratched her hair and couldn't remember.It's been like this lately, and my memory is getting worse and worse.I believe that Klinsmann's German team can win Costa Rica. There is an oval mirror embedded in the room, and the mirror clearly reflects his own birthmark, which looks like an ugly scar growing under his shoulder.This brand has been there since the day she was born, why did the beautiful mother leave her this thing?When I was a child, I wiped it desperately every time I took a bath, and naively wanted to wipe off the birthmark. It was not until the skin was worn out that I realized that this mark would follow me for the rest of my life. Walking barefoot to the leafy balcony, it is raining heavily outside, and the viburnum will bloom in two months.Suddenly, the soles of the feet felt strange, and he looked down to see a large centipede nearly seven inches long, nailed to the ground with bloody flesh—he actually trampled a centipede to death?Because I grow flowers at home, sometimes centipede and eight-legged things will emerge, but I have never seen such a big one. I guess I have cultivated into a centipede essence. I heard that the centipede wants to take revenge after being trampled to death, will it turn into a terrible thing and seek revenge from her?Xiaodie wiped the soles of her feet with a paper towel, knelt down and mourned: "Centipede, centipede, don't hate me, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry." After all, she buried the centipede corpse in a flowerpot. After silently eating breakfast with her father, Xiaodie went back to her room. She turned on the computer and went to the website of S University.Only the students of the school can enter the internal BBS.She logged into the Biology Department's forum and glanced at the titles of the posts. They were mainly about professional courses, and there were also some boring watering posts.She turned the forum to the earliest page, and then reversed and flipped forward page by page.A red eye-catching headline pops up on the seventh page—— Mourning the death of classmate He Na The post was dated May 23, 2005, shortly after the car accident.The main post has only the title, followed by many mourning posts.Some posted pictures and sent flowers, and some wrote poems to mourn.Others said that this was not an ordinary car accident, but a terrible supernatural event, because it was said that a female ghost got in the car and caused a tragedy. But there was a post that pointed the finger at Meng Bingyu, questioning why she was only slightly injured, while the others in the car were either killed or seriously injured?Some people suspect that Meng Bingyu did something wrong, or that she simply lied to cover up certain secrets and conspiracies. Shang Xiaodie turned another page and saw the title of this post—— Does anyone know where Meng Bingyu is? Another post is- Call Meng Bingyu urgently, please return to school as soon as possible! There are several similar posts, most of which say that Meng Bingyu is missing.The last time the students saw her was on June 10, 2005. A few days ago, her expression was not right, and she often said some inexplicable words.Some people say that her disappearance was related to a car accident, and that He Na's soul took her away.Some people simply cited the movie "Death is Coming", saying that Meng Bingyu should have died in a car accident a long time ago. Those posts became more and more mysterious, until this year's winter vacation, people still mentioned Meng Bingyu's disappearance. Turning to the first page of the BBS, there was still no news of Meng Bingyu, Xiaodie simply went offline and turned off the computer. Meng Bingyu's notebook lay quietly on the desk, it was really "the master doesn't know where to go, there is a spare notebook here". Shang Xiaodie flipped through the book, and used a ruler to draw a grid pattern, from Huangquan 1st Road to Huangquan 9th Road. The following page is another English class note, the entire page is covered with English letters, but when turned over, it becomes Chinese—— I must find the Butterfly Cemetery. But it's no easy task. The terrain near the crash is complex, with factories and residential areas, construction sites and uninhabited wilderness.To find a "butterfly cemetery" that no one has ever seen is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack. So, I went online and searched in various search engines, and found a website called "Butterfly Cemetery".Don't know who created the site, it's very oddly designed, but doesn't look like it's being maintained.What attracts me the most on this website is a "Butterfly Cemetery Map", on which there are many things drawn in a zigzag manner, but I really can't tell where they are. Is this the key to discover the "Butterfly Cemetery"? That's all for this page.Shang Xiaodie looked at the word "map" and remembered that the mysterious website I found two days ago was the same as the "Butterfly Cemetery" website that Meng Bingyu mentioned, maybe it really buried the secret to deciphering the "Butterfly Cemetery" password? right!Bai Lu was also because of this map—she knew that her sister Bai Shuang had searched for "Butterfly Cemetery", so she must have searched for "Butterfly Cemetery" on the Internet, found this website, and saw this mysterious map. Why can't others decipher it, but Bai Lu can find the "Butterfly Cemetery"?Perhaps in addition to this map, there must be other auxiliary means to be able to decipher the code of the "Butterfly Cemetery"? Xiaodie continued to read the next page, but it turned into random doodles, and a huge tomb was drawn on the entire page.Turning it over is Meng Bingyu's words—— God, I just found out today that the white-clothed woman "ghost beauty" who drove the car that night was also a graduate student of our school!Her name is Bai Shuang——as expected, she was dressed in a white robe that looked like a female ghost. My cousin is also studying for a master's degree in the Department of Chinese at S University, and she told me about Bai Shuang's situation.Bai Shuang is a very special girl who wears white clothes all year round, often wanders around the campus in the middle of the night, and is mistaken for a female ghost by students—probably the reason for many haunted rumors in our school.The night before Bai Shuang disappeared, she suddenly said nervously that she was going to "Ghost Creek" to bury the manuscript!At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Bai Shuang went out with a small shovel, and when she came back the next morning, she looked very strange, as if she was going to complete a special task.The next day, Bai Shuang left the campus in white and never came back. Baishuang burying flowers?In "Ghost Creek"? I'm going there tonight. There were six or seven pages blank at the back, Xiaodie thought that the notes were over, and then turned to the text—— Last night, I went to "Ghost Creek". On the bank where the phlox blooms, there is a place where the grass grows low and the soil underneath is loose.So I dug it up with a shovel, and sure enough I found something—a pencil case. I opened the pencil case and saw that there was actually a manuscript of a poem hidden in it. The title of the poem was! Is this the key to the "Butterfly Cemetery"? Shang Xiaodie suddenly closed the notebook, as if she also smelled that earthy smell, which gushed out from the side of the "ghost creek", penetrated into her nostrils and trachea, and filled every capillary in her body... The phone rang. Shuangshuang's voice came from the phone: "Xiaodie, let me tell you something, I've also heard of 'Butterfly Cemetery'!" Hearing these four words from Shuangshuang's mouth, Shang Xiaodie was shocked again. Shuangshuang continued: "Last night, at our music club dinner, a few seniors talked about the 'Butterfly Cemetery'. They mysteriously said that anyone who enters the 'Butterfly Cemetery', as long as they make a wish inside, it will definitely come true—— But you have to pay the price with your life!" "The price of life?" Lu Shuangshuang's tone was very positive: "That's right! Three years ago, there was a school girl in our school who wanted to become a movie star. After learning about the legend of the 'Butterfly Cemetery', she determined to find it and make her wish. Later, it was said that She actually discovered 'Butterfly Cemetery.' Guess what happened?" "She—dead?" "No, she got lucky very quickly! She was discovered by a scout from a film company on the street and recommended to a great director." Shuangshuang said the name of the director—it turned out to be a well-known celebrity, At the same level as Zhang Yimou, Ang Lee, and Wong Kar Wai, "The big director is choosing the heroine for the latest blockbuster, and he immediately fell in love with our school belle, and is going to make her another 'what girl'. A few months later, the school belle will go to Thailand Phuket Island participated in the filming. Just halfway through the filming, the film crew ran into a tsunami in the Indian Ocean. Everyone else was safe, but our school belle disappeared. So far, no one is alive, no dead body!" Shuangshuang yelled on the phone almost nervously, so scared that Xiaodie almost dropped the phone on the ground.Shang Xiaodie didn't want to listen anymore: "I see, thank you." "I heard that there are other cases, which are similar. By the way, do you want to go to the 'Butterfly Cemetery'?" "I—" She was momentarily at a loss for words. "Actually, I really want to go to the 'Butterfly Cemetery'! The first wish is to let Qiushui be with me forever; the second wish is to make my Xiaodie happy forever." Shuangshuang giggled, "Okay Remember, tomorrow at four o'clock in the afternoon, we will meet at the school gate, bye!" After hanging up the phone, Shang Xiaodie's back was covered in cold sweat. Minutes passed, the phone was still in my hand.Looking at the stored text messages, the most recent one was sent to her by Zhuang Qiushui yesterday. Zhuang Qiushui - she still clearly remembered the temperature of his chest. Trembling, she pressed the SMS reply button, and after much hesitation, she typed a few Chinese characters—— Do you know Meng Bingyu? Taking a deep breath, closing his eyes, he sent this message to Zhuang Qiushui. Then, Xiaodie became restless in the room.It's 10:30 in the morning. I don't know if people have woken up yet? Suddenly the text message rang. When she opened it, it turned out to be a boring ad. She immediately deleted it and sent her to the 19th floor of hell.Sighing lightly, he lay back on the bed and watched the raindrops hit the windowpane... Ten minutes later, the text message rang again. The sender is Zhuang Qiushui. Shang Xiaodie's heartbeat immediately accelerated, but she didn't dare to open it immediately.First imagine Zhuang Qiushui's answer, is it YES or NO? I hope not to be disappointed, she opened Zhuang Qiushui's text message—— I know her, why ask this? Looking at the text message that Zhuang Qiushui replied, her heart beat faster, and she didn't know what to answer.Sitting there holding the phone for a long time, it seemed that the two armies were fighting in the bottom of my heart.Finally, the courage of her fingers defeated her brain, and she sent such a text message—— can i see you today June 10 at 19:30 in the evening Shang Xiaodie is ready to go out. She was wearing a pink dress, the best dress in her closet, from a well-known ladywear brand.He dressed himself up carefully and took out all his belongings.Finally, she put on a pair of pearl earrings, which Dad brought back from a trip abroad. She looked at herself in the mirror, she still had the foolish head, and the acne on her face hadn't diminished in the slightest.Only the proud eyes are covered by thick lenses.She felt that she was dressed more like a dead person lying at a funeral.So she went back to her old self, changed her skirt into overalls, and took off her earrings and all. Although she was so sad that she was about to cry, Xiaodie went out early, holding Zhuang Qiushui's umbrella in her hand.Dad asked her where she was going, and she said she was going shopping with her female classmates. He and Zhuang Qiushui are not far away by the Suzhou River, and many citizens go there for leisure at night.When I was unhappy in the past, I often walked to the river.Watching the high tide of the river flow by under the eyelids, so close that you can reach out and touch it. This was the first time she met a boy alone, and she arrived at the agreed place 20 minutes earlier.The rain stopped, and the Suzhou River flowed quietly.Leaning against the willows by the river, she watched the moon break through the dark clouds and slowly climb up the willows. At eight o'clock sharp, Zhuang Qiu came to the level.He was riding a bicycle, wearing short sportswear, and stopped in front of Shang Xiaodie. He jumped out of the car and smiled slightly: "You like it here too? When I was in middle school, I used to go for a run by the river." "Ah... yes..." Xiaodie smiled shyly, but forgot what to say. Zhuang Qiushui's expression suddenly became serious: "How do you know about Meng Bingyu?" "Because..." She is really not a liar, so she can only make up a stupid reason, "She is my good friend on QQ, but she suddenly stopped contacting me a year ago. I didn't know about her until recently. Her real name, I heard she disappeared." "Well, there is still no news." "Why did she disappear? What happened?" Zhuang Qiushui frowned: "Are you good netizens? Why do you care about her so much?" "A very good netizen." "If that's the case, then you should know her better than I do." Xiao Die was a little tongue-tied: "We, we just play games online, chat about what books we read, what celebrities we like, etc." "But as far as I know, Meng Bingyu never uses QQ or MSN." This clumsy lie made Xiaodie feel ashamed.