Chapter 11 chapter Ten

On June 19, 1995, the eve of the college entrance examination, a night of heavy rain with thunder and lightning, on Nanming Road in the suburbs. A few minutes ago, I just killed a man who was the dean of our school. Before I can turn myself in to Police Officer Huang Hai, I have to go somewhere first.I threw the body on the side of Nanming road and stumbled forward.I have long been familiar with the terrain. The wall around the factory is almost collapsed, and several houses are sleeping in the rain, like the tombs of the dead and no one cares about them.Go around the largest factory building, and there is a small exposed door behind it.

The students call this place "Witch's Quarter". He took out the beaded chain from his pocket and held it tightly in his palm, not caring whether it was stained with blood or not.Light an undamaged match, illuminate the rotting air, and see a mass of dilapidated and rusty machines.I looked anxiously outside the doorway, the sky was torn apart by lightning, and the moment it stung my pupils, it turned into boundless black again, leaving only heavy rain like a frying pan. Why hasn't she come yet? Beside the mottled wall inside the factory building, there is a ladder leading to the ground.

cries. The crying sound, faintly present, is like a gossamer. In the damp and musty air of a heavy rain night, it has gone around countless bends, climbed many hillsides, passed through the dense bushes, and sneaked into the crevice of the eardrum. With blood on my hands, every step I took was so difficult, I supported the wall tremblingly, facing the ladder, like a broken hole, directly connected to the center of Verne. The thunder shook. Step down the steps with your left foot. On June 19, 1995, at 9:59 in the middle of the night, a certain cry turned into a soft but tough noose, wrapped around my neck and dragged me down a deep tunnel.

The hatch was actually open. Witch Quarter... The strange sound came from the ground, and I lit a match to illuminate the hatch at the end of the passage.In my dreams this hatch always appears as a tombstone. There is a round rotary handle outside the cabin door, as long as it is turned down hard, the entire door can be firmly sealed. Why is it open? The flames danced wildly, and my shadow was cast on the mottled wall, like a petroglyph ten thousand years ago, together with the shadow of the black gauze on my arm. Every time I walked into the hatch of the witch's area, the air was as wet as a quilt that could not be dried in the sun, and the skin would ooze water.

A disgusting smell rushed towards him, and the match only illuminated a few meters away before being blown out by the dark wind again. Remember that the last action in this life is to turn around. My heart is full of remorse, just like people who jump off a building on impulse, the frustration produced in the helpless fall. It hurts so much, there is a piercing pain in my back, some kind of metal is in my body. dizzy. His eyes widened in the darkness, and he felt himself lying on the cold ground, with dirty water stains on his chest and cheeks.Blood gushed out from behind, my fingers trembled a few times, but my whole body could no longer move half an inch, my lips tasted a salty fishy smell—this was my own blood, flowing wantonly everywhere.

There was a chaotic sound of footsteps in my ears, and I opened my eyes, but I couldn't even see half a glimmer of light. Time disappeared, like a few seconds, but also like decades.The world is silent, there is no sense of smell His lips no longer belonged to him, even his body floated up, the heart-wrenching pain disappeared, and he didn't know when and where he was. The murderer pays with his life. It's just that this kind of punishment came too soon. June 19, 1995, 22:1:1, I'm dead. At the last second of my life, I believed that there would be no afterlife.