Chapter 13 The third chrysalis of life (1)

June 11 at 18:20 in the evening Huangquan Road in the evening. The taxi had already driven to Huangquan Ninth Road, but there was unexpectedly a long line of vehicles ahead of it, and the container trucks like a long queue could not be seen at a glance.Zhuang Qiushui sat anxiously in the car, and he called Shang Xiaodie's cell phone again.The cell phone rang like hypnotic music for a long time, until the automatic voice sounded: "Sorry, the user you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please call again later." He clenched his fists tightly and stared at the vehicles "lined up on Huangquan Road".God, it's not too far from S University to here, and it took nearly an hour to drive.At this intersection alone, it has been blocked for fifteen minutes, and the wheels have barely moved.The driver was also very anxious. He opened the car door and went out to have a look. When he came back, he said, "Unfortunately, there was an accident ahead. Two trucks collided with each other, and one of them overturned on the road. We are waiting for a tow truck to come over!"

When will we wait?The second hand on his wrist ticked, and Zhuang Qiushui couldn't resist opening the car door.After paying the car fare, he jumped out of the car and ran to the side of the road. Although the road was heavily blocked, there were hardly any people on the sidewalk.He hasn't been here for a long time, and the scenery on both sides has changed a lot. The old factory in his memory has been transformed into a construction site, and a group of residential buildings stands in the twilight.Run quickly through an intersection, sprint a few hundred meters and turn into Jingwei Jiu Road.

Damn it!If you stay in the car, you may have to wait until the Year of the Monkey.Zhuang Qiushui ran faster and faster. Fortunately, there was no one else on the road, otherwise he would think he was mentally ill.After more than ten minutes, I finally saw the familiar wall.After finally taking a breath, he ran to the Suzhou River without stopping. The water of the river has turned black, and the ruins of the old factory can be seen along the river.Xiaodie must be found before dark, otherwise - he himself can't imagine. Rushing into the long-lost side door, stepping into the open grass, the lonely chimney is even more desolate.He didn't care about the hidden path, he stepped straight into the weeds like a pioneer, and rushed straight to the second fence.

He quickly found the small door, and he knew that the cemetery was inside.The pain in the back of my mind started again, it was the warning from the past - do not enter the restricted area! But Zhuang Qiushui broke into the restricted area. I saw those tombstones again, which were more dilapidated than my impression. This was the White Russian Cemetery back then—the dead bones of 713 Slavs were buried forever. Just as he was about to pass through the cemetery, his feet stopped moving as if they were nailed, cold sweat continued to flow from his forehead, and a warning sounded like a bell in his ears.

He took a few deep breaths in pain, but felt that the breath from the tomb poured into his chest, and together with those ancient souls, spread into every drop of blood in his body. So, he was no longer Zhuang Qiushui, but someone who died many years ago.He moved Zhuang Qiushui's body mechanically, step by step through the death zone of the tomb. Bypassing the broken tombstones and the coffins and bones exposed on the ground, he finally came to the entrance of the "Butterfly Cemetery" - the deep doorway of the old house. Zhuang Qiushui stopped suddenly and stood there like a wooden man, with a hellish doorway in front of him.It was very dark inside, and nothing could be seen clearly. It seemed that countless ghosts were lurking, waiting for newcomers to enter and become one of them.

No, I can't take half a step further in!He lingered a few steps at the door, and suddenly thought of another possibility - what if Shang Xiaodie wasn't inside?Or she didn't go in at all, just stopped here like him, and then retreated alone, leaving this ghost place long ago. God bless, I hope so. But Zhuang Qiushui still asked for proof, if she was in this doorway, then just call her cell phone, and you can hear the ringtone here. He called Xiaodie's cell phone again, while listening to the movement in the doorway. After waiting for about ten seconds, I heard something faintly, coming from somewhere far away.Fortunately, the evening was as quiet as a tomb (it was a tomb), so that he could distinguish what the sound was——

That's right, it's the phone ringtone!It sounds pretty indistinct, but only electrical appliances can make that sound, along with the highs and lows of the music. The ringing lasted for dozens of seconds, and then the phone screen displayed "no answer" and then fell silent. Zhuang Qiushui pricked up his ears, and the ringing continued, which was the last sound he wanted to hear. There is no doubt that Shang Xiaodie is in this doorway, in the terrifying "Butterfly Cemetery". His heart sank to the bottom of the ice again. The soles of the feet moved a few centimeters, and then retracted immediately.It seems that there is a transparent wall in the doorway, and no one can pass through the wall.

To enter, or to exit?this is a problem…… Zhuang Qiushui asked a Hamlet-like question, but what he wanted to save was not Ophelia—but an ugly duckling who had no relatives or reasons with him and just met by chance. She is not beautiful at all, and has almost no charm for boys. She is the kind of person who will be forgotten every day.For someone who has nothing to do with him, is he worth taking such a big risk? Those flashes of lightning flashed in his mind again, flying like snowflakes, splitting his body like a sharp knife.He saw oleander flowers, the bright flowers flowed out milky white juice, and white smoke with skeletons rose from where it flowed...

Also, there is that butterfly, stepping into the taboo door, worshiping the god of Pluton... Countless screams, throat-piercing screams... densely packed... "No!" He yelled out like a child, holding his ears with his hands, just wanting to become deaf immediately. However, the ear still heard the ringtone of the mobile phone very disappointingly. Is it Shang Xiaodie?Turning on the phone screen, the caller ID showed Lu Shuangshuang. "Hey! It's been so long, where are you?" "Butterfly Cemetery." He answered truthfully like a robot. "Damn, this place really exists?" Shuangshuang on the other end of the phone gasped, "Have you found WOW?"

"I—found her." "Then quickly bring her out!" Zhuang Qiushui didn't know how to answer: "Oh..." "What are you! Are you still a man?" Shuangshuang yelled on the phone, "Bring me Xiaodie quickly!" After that she hung up the phone. man?These two words stimulated Zhuang Qiushui's heart like an electric current, making him raise his head to the sky, and the roof of the old house seemed to be a little shorter. His feet were suddenly free, and he got rid of the control of reason, striding towards the doorway. The first step to hell.

In an instant, darkness swallowed Zhuang Qiushui. June 11 at 19:19 in the evening The moon came out of the dark clouds. butterfly cemetery The clear light sprinkled across the wilderness like white frost, and gently caressed Shang Xiaodie.Under the body is the cold soil, the moisture from the ground penetrates into the skin, and the blood flows slowly like a river in spring. Perhaps baptized by the moonlight, the pupils under the eyelids gradually narrowed, as if seeing a distant starry sky.After a few hard blinks, she finally opened her eyes. There was a mass of nothingness in front of him, and a bright moon hung in the purple night sky. Then, she saw a pair of eyes. A pair of sensitive and fragile eyes, the eyes of a twenty-two-year-old boy, or the eyes I saw in a dream. I don't know how to describe this gaze, he kept flickering, like the stars of the Milky Way facing her. But she couldn't see that face clearly, she could only feel the warm air rushing to her cheeks, exchanging breaths with each other. She heard a hurried male voice: "Xiaodie? Xiaodie?" Who is Fluttershy? Ah, that was her own name, she finally remembered. Then what is this place? She dared not think any more. In the desolate moonlit night, the young man continued to call her, just like the ancient Chinese "soul calling" ceremony. But she felt that she was exhausted, unable to move her hands and feet, her lips moved for a long time, and then she struggled to say a word: "Who are you?" The eyes in the darkness blinked, and replied softly: "I am Zhuang Qiushui." She turned her head for a while before remembering the name.With difficulty, a few words came out of my throat: "Ah——I'm sorry, I didn't listen to you." "It's okay, let's get out of here." His hands reached the back of her head and lifted her upper body.She sat halfway on the ground, still unable to move her body.Everything in front of my eyes is blurry, I only feel the shadows of the surrounding trees dancing, and some bright flowers are blooming. Zhuang Qiushui leaned her back against a cold object - the tombstone of "Butterfly Cemetery".He turned his back to Shang Xiaodie and put her on his back. Leaning on this solid back, it seems to be holding a young tree trunk. But he was thinking in his heart, this freshman girl is not light.He picked up Xiaodie's schoolbag and panted after walking a few steps.Lifting her legs with her arms, she let her hands rest on his chest, and her whole chest pressed against her back. But at this moment, there was no time to be distracted, and for the first time in his life, he really broke into the butterfly cemetery and took a risk to rescue the unconscious girl. Walking out of the tall outer wall from the small gate, the ruined courtyard in the night is full of eerie atmosphere.Use the moonlight to find the doorway in the middle, and carry Xiaodie across the "overpass".Suddenly, I felt footsteps above my head.But Fluttershy's head was resting on his shoulder, and he couldn't lift his head up even though he was sure there was something on the stairs. Now that you have come to the Butterfly Cemetery, there is nothing to be afraid of even ghosts! Zhuang Qiushui rushed out of the doorway with his head down, revealing a large cemetery in front of him. Ghosts in the moonlight are singing in the evening wind. Already covered in sweat, even if the zombie crawled out of the coffin, it wouldn't make him afraid anymore.Carrying Shang Xiaodie on his back, he walked around the tombstones, accidentally crushing a bone under his foot, and a faint ghost fire flickered around him. After finally rushing out of the cemetery, Zhuang Qiushui's heart beat wildly. The factory ruins under the moonlight were like the grassland beyond the Great Wall, except for the shepherdess and the yurt. Xiaodie on her back was shaking, her body turned from cold to hot, it seemed that she had caught a cold and had a fever.Zhuang Qiushui quickened his pace, sweating profusely as he ran across the grass. Most of their bodies were buried in the grass, Xiaodie felt the blades of grass scratching her thighs, and her whole body was burning like a flame. Finally, he ran to the edge of the Suzhou River with difficulty and rushed out from the open side door of the factory. The hands supporting Xiaodie's thighs gradually couldn't hold it up anymore, so she could only push up with her back desperately to prevent her from falling off her back.This is the end of the road, and there is no one in sight, only the moonlight is with them.Zhuang Qiushui had to take her to the hospital, but it was impossible to stop a car in this place. He carried Xiaodie on his back like this, and walked south through the intersection of two roads.Finally an empty taxi came, he put Xiaodie into the back seat of the car, and asked the driver to drive to the best nearby hospital. He sat beside Xiaodie exhaustedly, first wiped the sweat off his face, his whole body was almost falling apart. The taxi drove through Huangquan Road in the dark, and Xiaodie beside him fell unconscious again.She was murmuring, but couldn't make out what she was saying.Zhuang Qiushui touched her forehead, it was really hot.Suddenly thinking of Lu Shuangshuang, he quickly sent her a text message, telling her that Xiaodie had been rescued. Goodbye, Butterfly Cemetery. Ten minutes ago, he stepped into the eternal restricted area—using his mobile phone to illuminate the road ahead, he carefully walked through the doorway.I couldn't see the tall walls clearly in the dark, I just felt it was a gloomy old courtyard.He yelled at Xiaodie loudly and touched the opposite wall.He touched the far left and found the small door, opened the door and found the Butterfly Cemetery.The moonlight just illuminated the tombstone, under which lay a young girl. For a moment, he thought he saw a female corpse, lying miserably under the tombstone, waiting for relatives to collect the body. Zhuang Qiushui squatted down trembling all over, and saw a pair of glasses on her deathly pale face, and a butterfly resting on her lips. Reaching out to touch the butterfly, it flew away lightly.When I touched Xiaodie's nostrils, I realized that she was still breathing.Then, he softly called her name... Although I have escaped from the Butterfly Cemetery, I still feel terrified when I think of it.The car had already left Huangquan Road and galloped into the streets of the city. He looked down at Xiaodie who was reclining, wondering what would happen to her. And what about himself? Ah, the hospital is here.