Chapter 32 Thugs
[Audience Expectation Value +20]
The remains of the snowman melted in the dead silence. After the candle extinguished the smoke, Chen Ling's face was as pale as paper.
"I……"
Chen Ling hesitated and said, "I'm talking to my brother..."
"Where is your brother?" Wu Youdong looked at the empty seats aside, "Aren't we the only two in the room?"
Chen Ling looked at the seat opposite her. Unexpectedly, the place was empty... In a daze, the afterimage of a young man's smile faded in his memory.
A large amount of sweat fell from Chen Ling's forehead, his clothes were soaked on his back, and his confused and empty eyes kept trembling, like a sleeper who had just woken up from a nightmare.
"No, it's impossible..."
Chen Ling stood up suddenly, and the table legs scraped against the ground with a harsh creaking sound.
"How come there are only two of us??" Chen Ling's voice suddenly rose, "My brother was here just now... Before, he was building a snowman at the door. This morning he was still sending me off at the door. My cotton coat was He made it up!”
He forcefully took off his cotton coat and pointed to the perfect patch, "Look! This is what Ayan patched! I don't know how to sew clothes at all!"
"Also, all these wooden boards on the wall were repaired by him!"
"There is also a doctor from Aurora City living in our house. He has also met Ayan. If you don't believe me, you can ask him!"
"I...I know." Wu Youdong seemed to be frightened by Chen Ling, and he said at a loss, "I just...asked...because I saw that you were talking to yourself in the air just now...it was quite scary. "
"I didn't talk to myself in the air!!"
Chen Ling pointed to the void opposite and stared at Wu Youdong with bloodshot eyes.
"My brother was sitting there just now. You should have seen it when you came in, right?"
"I...I really didn't see it."
Wu Youdong felt aggrieved. He looked at Chen Ling who was behaving strangely in front of him. He hesitated for a long time and asked tentatively: "Chen Ling...have you encountered any disaster recently?"
Chen Ling froze on the spot.
[So, you have also merged with Calamity? 】
[…I don’t know, when I woke up, I was already standing there. 】
[You also lost a memory? 】
【Um. 】
[But isn’t the place where the gray world meets in the back mountain? You were probably still undergoing surgery at the time...why were you also affected? 】
[I don’t know...I just remember that the doctor gave me anesthesia, and when I woke up, it was...]
Familiar conversations lingered in Chen Ling's ears. He vaguely seemed to have captured something, and his pupils shrank slightly.
"That's not right..." Chen Ling muttered to herself, "That's not right...it's all wrong..."
"Chen Ling, are you okay?"
"...Back Mountain?!"
Chen Ling suddenly looked up in a certain direction and rushed out of the house like crazy. He didn't even take the cotton coat he had just taken off. He just wore a thin top and ran into the heavy snow.
As soon as his figure disappeared at the end of the street, Chu Muyun, wearing a woolen coat, walked to the door of his house.
He glanced at the direction Chen Ling left in surprise, and was about to enter the house when he saw Wu Youdong standing alone in the living room, and his brows suddenly furrowed.
"Who are you?"
"I, I am Chen Ling's friend."
Under the silver-rimmed glasses, those eyes immediately narrowed, exuding a dangerous aura...
"What did you say to him just now?"
"I didn't say anything... I just saw him talking to himself and it was strange, so I asked him who he was talking to... and then..."
Chu Muyun's expression changed drastically!
He glanced at the direction Chen Ling left again,
"Do you know... what you have done?" Chu Muyun's voice seemed to come from the underworld.
"I……"
The moment he met Chu Muyun's eyes, Wu Youdong's heart trembled. He had never seen such cold and crazy eyes.
Wu Youdong was so frightened that he trembled and took half a step back. He tripped over a chair and fell to the ground with a plop.
Chu Muyun took a deep breath, stepped into the house, and gently closed the door with both hands.
The leaky door blocked the light and snow outside the house, and the living room was shrouded in darkness. The figure in a woolen coat slowly walked towards Wu Youdong,
He pushed up his glasses, and underneath his gentle appearance, he revealed an unabashed viciousness, like a ferocious beast imprisoned in a human body, taking off its disguise and opening its bloody and ferocious fangs.
"Do you know how rare a fusion person who maintains a delicate balance between madness and normality is as research material?"
"Do you know how much effort I put into acting with him in order to prevent him from noticing my abnormality?"
"Do you know... what kind of monster you might unleash?"
Wu Youdong was frightened. His legs and feet were broken. He wanted to escape but couldn't. He could only drag his body back little by little...
"I don't know, I really don't know." He said in an almost pleading tone.
"I have been guarding here for three days, and no one has come close to Chen Ling or this room...but you, you have to rush in by yourself."
"……Why???"
Chu Muyun suddenly picked up the corner of the chair and smashed it on Wu Youdong's head with a roar!
boom--! ! !
A muffled sound echoed in the house, and Wu Youdong fainted on the spot.
A large gash was opened on his forehead, and scarlet blood flowed crazily, quickly gathering into a pool of blood.
Chu Muyun had no intention of stopping. He stared at Wu Youdong who was like a corpse on the ground, picked up the chair, and hit him again and again!
"Why?!"
"Why?!!"
"Why?!!!!"
Hot blood splattered all over the woolen coat, and a touch of scarlet covered the lenses of the silver-rimmed glasses.
Chu Muyun no longer had the gentle aura before, but was like an executioner and a thug, madly venting his anger in the darkness where no one was paying attention. As the chair hit the mud-like body, Wu Youdong's breath gradually disappeared. .
boom--
With the final impact, the chair finally shattered.
Chu Muyun wiped the sweat, his chest heaving violently, his blood-stained fingertips gently pushed his glasses, and his deep blue eyes stared at the bloody mud at his feet.
After an unknown amount of time, the madness in his eyes gradually faded away, and a sharp scalpel fell into his palm...
…
at the same time.
A figure stumbled through the snow and came to the back mountain.
The thin clothes were soaked with sweat, and the heat and cold overlapped Chen Ling's body. He climbed over the deserted yellow warning line and passed through the snowdrifts with wooden signs, as if he was looking for something.
This is where it all starts...and where the truth is buried.
Mass graves.