Chapter 28 Butterfly (3)

The "Ghost Beauty" at the beginning is still bright and colorful, and I saw the "Butterfly Official Screen Map" through the homepage, and then passed the "Huangquan Nine Road" road sign and entered the mysterious underground passage.Open the door to enjoy Irina and her records, followed by horrific pictures of the murder scene. The last photo is a melancholy mixed-race girl lying on the ground with a pale face.Xiaodie stared at the screen tightly, and suddenly felt something strange in the picture. The girl in the photo opened her eyes. My God, is this a picture in GIF format?Or a FLASH animation?

The girl not only opened her eyes, but also stood up from the floor, opened her lips and uttered a clear sentence—— "Shang Xiaodie, please follow me." The sound did not come from the computer, but from two meters in front of Xiaodie.The faint sound was transmitted in the room, if it was an ordinary person, he would have fainted from fright. Shang Xiaodie put down her notebook, only to realize that there was a shadow standing in front of her, and she looked closely at the girl in the photo. She is coming. And the computer in his hand disappeared, and instead of a warm bed under him, it was the cold wooden floor.There is a deep corridor in front of you, exuding a strange smell.

This is where? Confused, Xiaodie took a few steps forward until she met the mixed-race girl, and asked with wide eyes, "Who are you?" "Liuba." This is the name of a Russian girl. I can't tell whether it is Chinese or Russian. The girl passed her hand and grabbed her hand, which was so cold. The girl's face was frighteningly pale. If she wasn't a dead body, she was at least a patient with severe lung disease.Liu Ba said in fluent Chinese: "Please follow me." Shang Xiaodie couldn't break free at all, half of her arm was frozen, and she was dragged by the girl to the other end of the corridor.The girl pushed open a door in front, and a small narrow bridge appeared in front of her. The green railings were small and exquisite, and a moonlight poured down from above her head.She looked up and saw the glass ceiling, under which was the deep door opening.

She remembers this place - the "overpass" in the doorway, and this is the "Butterfly Cemetery" she visited! On the upper floor of this old house, there is the Yekaterina Hospital more than 70 years ago. As the young girl Liu Ba stepped onto the "overpass", the wooden boards under her feet were still solid. She walked through the doorway tremblingly, and the moonlight was even faintly bloody. After crossing the "overpass", there was still a dark corridor on the opposite side. Liuba gently opened a door, revealing a gloomy solitary light inside.She followed Liu Ba into the room, the room was decorated warmly and cleanly, it looked like a young woman's boudoir.

There was a beautiful woman standing by the window, she turned around and stared at Xiaodie with translucent eyes, and nodded slightly in greeting. flaxen hair. Shang Xiaodie could see clearly that the other party had flaxen hair, hanging like a waterfall on Xiang's shoulders. It's these eyes, this face, this hair, this woman. She is the owner of the "Butterfly Cemetery" - Irina. I can't see it wrong again, I have seen her photos on the website, I have faced her several times in dreams, and there is the last tombstone. In a few moments, this beautiful woman from more than seventy years ago stood alive in front of her eyes.

"Are you Elena?" Xiaodie finally couldn't help asking. "Yes, welcome, Shang Xiaodie." She answered her in Mandarin, with a mouthful of white teeth showing from her red lips. "How did I come here? Is this a dream?" "Perhaps, it has been a long dream since the morning when the ghost beauty visited you." "What's the meaning?" Shang Xiaodie shivered instinctively, but was hugged by Yi Lianna's cold hands, and her long flaxen hair swayed by her temples.The beautiful Russian girl whispered in her ear: "I know you are from seventy years later."

"Where is this? When is it?" A young woman appeared behind Elena—it turned out to be Liu Ba. She smiled and said, "Welcome, Xiaodie. It's September 18, 1935—not the early morning of September 19." September 19, 1935 "I crossed?" Xiaodie shook her head in fear, "No, I have to go back, many people are waiting for me—and my Zhuang Qiushui—I must save him, save him... .” Elena said quietly: "Poor girl, there is only one way to save him." "what?" "Back to the Butterfly Cemetery." This sentence directly entered Shang Xiaodie's brain like an ultrasonic wave.

Back to the Butterfly Cemetery...Back to the Butterfly Cemetery...Back to the Butterfly Cemetery... Suddenly, Liu Ba said mysteriously: "Tonight, he will be resurrected." "Who are you talking about?" "Hush—" There was a chattering sound between the teeth, and Irina whispered, "he's here..." The room fell silent immediately, and the three girls all shrank in the corner of the room. One second, ten seconds, sixty seconds, the voice gradually came from the corridor - "Tuk Tuk Tuk".Then, there was a terrifying scream outside the door, and there seemed to be the sound of blood splattering.

This terrible sound lasted for several minutes, and then there was the sound of a sharp ax splitting the door. Liu Ba trembled all over, and leaned tightly beside Xiaodie. Because it was their door that the iron blade split open. Finally, the devil broke into the room. She saw his face. 7:20 am on June 20 Shang Xiaodie opened her eyes again. The "Butterfly Cemetery" in the early morning of September 19, 1935 became the girls' dormitory of S University in the early morning of June 20, 2006. She is still alive. I don’t know when the laptop has been turned off, but the words are still echoing in my ears——

Back to the Butterfly Cemetery Yes, this is her only way out now. She is sure that this is not a dream, but a real experience.Because she saw that her clothes were stained with a lot of blood. Xiaodie took off her clothes and examined her body carefully.There is no wound on the whole body, and the skin is as intact as snow. So where did these bloodstains come from? Liuba—is it the blood of this mixed-race girl?She must have died in the murder seventy years ago. (Please don't make a fuss, in the story, anything is possible!) Shang Xiaodie climbed down from the bunk, she was the only one in the room.The three roommates didn't come back all night, probably afraid to share the same room with Xiaodie.

Put on a clean workout outfit and tie your hair into a ponytail.She got everything ready, with a flashlight in her backpack, as well as cakes, biscuits and bottles of water. She's going back to the Butterfly Cemetery. Walking out of the door, I looked back at the dormitory again, wondering if I could come back here again? Goodbye, friends. The corridor in the early morning was silent, and she quietly walked out of the dormitory building.The path covered with green leaves was covered with dew, like a hiking explorer, she bid farewell to the gate of S University. After getting on a bus, the road was bumpy for dozens of minutes, and I ate my breakfast by the way.She turned off her cell phone, so she didn't have to worry about Zhuang Qiushui looking for her.There was another bus on the road, and at 8:15 in the morning, she came to Jingwei 3rd Road. Go to Huangquan Road again. Looking up at the sky, it was as gloomy as dusk, with dark clouds pressing overhead, and it might rain at any time.There were not many pedestrians on the side of the road, only large trucks roaring past. More than a week ago, Shang Xiaodie just came here.The route had already been kept in mind, and she quickly found the coordinates - the street sign of "Huangquan Nine Road".Then go straight ahead, crossing several roads with ease. However, she always felt that there seemed to be a shadow behind her, or strange footsteps sounded, but when she looked back, there was nothing. When you walk to the Suzhou River, the side entrance of the factory is on your right. No. 199 Bending down and getting into the iron fence, the abandoned factory is still silent, and the chimney stands alone, about to be crushed by the dark clouds overhead.The shady river wind blows over the grass, which looks like yellow-green waves. But she didn't notice that there was a pair of eyes hidden tens of meters behind her. Fluttershy stepped on the rubble-strewn grass mat in her Adidas sneakers.Returning to this forgotten corner again, the feeling is completely different from the first time.The last visit had been a mystical expedition, but this one was to break the spell—assuming the spell existed and could be broken. At the end of the line of sight is a high fence, and Xiaodie goes straight through the wild grass.The small broken door is still ajar, and inside the door is a factory restricted area for decades.Although it was the second time, she was still very careful, stepped into the small door and took a look—— cemetery. It is still this desolate cemetery, with broken tombstones everywhere.The cross broke and fell to the ground, and several graves were broken to reveal the coffin.This is the cemetery of exiled Belarusians. They were born in the distant Eastern European plains, and their bones could only be buried in this foreign country in the east.For so many years, no one has come to sacrifice, and even the soul has been trapped in this mysterious forbidden zone, and it will stay in hell forever with the dead bones. Xiaodie quickly walked through the cemetery and came to the innermost tomb. The tombstone was broken and fell to the ground.She already knew the person buried behind this tombstone—Ivan Nikolaevich Kashev. "Kashinv's Ghost Beauty Swallowtail" is named after him, and the old house behind it was also the place where Kashenv worked.Standing in front of the deep doorway, it was like facing an ancient cave, whistling the wind from another world, rushing straight to Shang Xiaodie. The final forbidden area—those warnings sounded in her ears again, but they had no effect on her now. Holding my breath, I walked into the entrance hole, and the clear sky light shot down from above my head.Under the glass ceiling in the center is the green "overpass".There was no one on the railing, and she continued to move forward, through the doorway to the patio. Coming to this high wall again, he almost fell on top of her.My heart was inexplicably excited, just like the feeling of the last pilgrimage. This is her "Wailing Wall" in Jerusalem, a wall where people can realize their wishes after tears are shed. She rushed up to touch the wall quickly, looking for the note that was stuffed into the crack of the wall last time.However, she can no longer find the note she wrote, and this wall is like a greedy glutton, devouring everyone's wishes. Yes, hasn't the wish in the note come true?From the ugly duckling to the white swan, is it a prayer to visit again? No!Xiaodie shook her head violently, stepped back a few steps and shouted loudly: "I won't thank you!"