In the summer of 1997, the countryside of Nancheng. Around four o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was a little different from usual, it was strangely dark, a bit gloomy like a grimace.From among the black clouds, there is a faint, hazy gray-yellow light.The cloudy air was filled with summer heat, and everything hinted that a thunderstorm was about to fall. Under the dark sky, beside the deserted country road, there is a lonely house.It sits pale and crossed inside the old iron fence. There is a rusty old iron plate hanging on the gate of the iron fence. The dark red peeling paint blocks are written with the words "Desolate Rose Garden".Ten meters away from the iron fence is the heart of the house, a four-story "L" shaped white square brick building, and a transparent room made of tea-colored glass on the top floor, which can not be disturbed by the four seasons and wind and rain transparent balcony.

The brand-new residential buildings look out of place with the old iron fences.Behind this brand-new residential building, there is another field with a planting shed.The iron fence around the planting shed is integrated with the iron fence of the house, indicating that the planting shed belongs to the residential building and is the place where roses are planted in the rose garden. The planting sheds are also old in color, and they are also the same ruins. The two kinds of ruins, old and new, show the desolation of the white buildings even more.It is silent, like a hermit escaping from the hustle and bustle of the world, isolated from the impact of desire, an urban traitor who spurned the city, admiring himself in the wilderness.

Suddenly, the silent space was broken, a gray jeep galloped like an arrow on the country road, followed by a black car behind the dust.The jeep smashed through the iron gate without saying hello, and went straight to the heart of the rose garden.Afterwards, several young men with murder weapons in their hands and black silk nets on their heads got out of the car, forcibly opened the door of the house and rushed into the house. The black car also stopped in the courtyard, and three men got out of the car. Their heads were also covered with black silk screens. They couldn't see their faces, but they could imagine the ferocious expressions under the screens.Two men opened the way in front, and another slightly fatter man walked slowly into the room behind, showing that his status was higher than others.

There was a loud thunder, almost at the same time, a heart-piercing scream, intertwined with the thunder, echoed in the dark sky, turning the remote countryside into a hellish horror.After that, there were a few more screams, which were not covered by thunder, and the screams were extremely shrill.In the originally secluded countryside, when the thunderstorm came, there were no passers-by. Therefore, the screams did not get the pity and sympathy they deserved, and there would be no savior to rescue the suffering. Not long after, the jeep and the black sedan roared away, seemingly taking nothing with them.The space of the ruins returned to silence again, however, this silence was no longer the silence before, behind it was full of ominousness and fear.In an ominous breath, the rain began to fall in big drops, on the parched earth and on the silent rose garden.The mournful rain seemed to weep for the rose garden, weeping for its doom.

Ten minutes later, a little red appeared on a remote country road. It was a teenage girl with short hair cut to the ears, wearing red short sleeves and denim shorts, and riding a broken bicycle.Her calf stubbornly kicked the pedals, not afraid of the threat of thunderstorm at all.Her name is Ye Wan, she is fourteen years old, and she is staying at her grandma's house in the countryside this summer vacation.In the afternoon, while grandma was asleep, she secretly rode grandma's bicycle out for a stroll, but she didn't expect to encounter a thunderstorm when she came back.Now there is still some way to grandma's house, and the heavy rain has fallen, so she must find a place to hide. She thinks that the thunderstorm may only fall for a while.

Seeing the residential buildings on the side of the road ahead, that is the only place where you can hide from the rain.This white building was just renovated this year. It used to be just a small old bungalow.The iron gate that was originally closed was wide open at this time, as if knowing that she was coming to hide from the rain, he made a gesture of greeting early.Ye Wan excitedly rushed in, and just parked her bicycle by the gate of the residential building, the rain had already fallen crazily, encroaching on the entire world without leaving a single gap. Standing on the steps of the house gate, Ye Wan used the eaves above the house gate to hide from the rain.The small eaves of the door could not completely block the heavy rain, so she leaned back involuntarily.At this time, there was a huge thunder in the sky, shaking the earth, and Ye Wan was frightened to dodge backwards, but the door behind did not support her body, Ye Wan, who was defenseless, almost fell down.

She thought that her presumptuous behavior would attract accusations from the people in the house, but no, there was no movement in the house.Ye Wan turned around and saw that the door lock was smashed. She raised her eyes, not intending to peek, but through the gap in the door, she saw the terrifying scene inside the house.A man hanging like a scarecrow, with a thick hemp rope around his neck, was hung on a chandelier. The man was only wearing underwear, his left and right palms were stuck to his thighs, and a knife was stuck in the back of his hand. One hand was nailed to the thigh with a knife.The most frightening thing was the knife stuck in his forehead, which was particularly hideous and glaring. The blood between the knife gaps seemed to have not solidified, and it split his face in half.The hanging man happened to be facing the door, with his head twisted around his neck, and his eyes were open, as if he was complaining about his painful death.

The frightening scene made the weak Ye Wan uncontrollably terrified. She didn't know what happened, but her intuition told her that it was scary inside.Ye Wan's brain went blank for a while, and the small thinking space seemed to be rusted. Without thinking, she instinctively closed the door and wiped the doorknob with her clothes.Why she did this, she didn't know, she just thought it should be done. Ye Wan stared blankly at the rain curtain in front of her, her body trembling involuntarily, always feeling that there were two eyes staring at her behind her.A minute later, she could no longer resist the fear in her heart, trembling and riding on the bicycle, braving the pouring rain, pedaling the bicycle desperately, just wanted to get out of here quickly, so as not to be tainted with fear.

The rain hit the weak body on the country road like a whip. There were no people or cars to be seen on the road, and Lei Gong's roar continued to be heard from the dark clouds.It was a terrible afternoon, Ye Wan's face was covered with rain and tears, she was unconscious of anything except stepping on the pedals of the bicycle desperately.I don't know how long I have been riding, but my weak body can no longer support the attack of the torrential rain and collapses in the thunderstorm. When Ye Wan woke up, she found that she was not on the road, nor at grandma's house, but in the hospital.It is said that the neighbors of grandma's house happened to pass by and found her lying on the side of the road, so they sent her to grandma's house.She had a high fever and collapsed for several days, and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment before her life was saved.

Regarding the surprise encounter in the rose garden, Ye Wan didn't mention a word to anyone. What happened to the man who was hung up, Ye Wan didn't even dare to think about it.She no longer goes to grandma's house, and she doesn't want to see the "Rose Garden of Ruins" again.All the memories about the thunderstorm were buried in Ye Wan's heart. She thought that by doing this, the terrible traces could be erased, but she didn't know that everything was waiting for her ten years later.