第三十四章 (第3/5页)

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    Therewasaloudscream，outsidethewindowisthevoiceoftheblackbullitinrushme

    AcircleIfollowtheroomwall，windowsillhaveblackcattleownerjumpedintoittotime，intheshallowtracesleftbythewindow，andherbellyrollintothealley，thehorsefootsteppedonherthrowthecigaretteash，etc.

    Acrosstheroom，thereisamarkinaembroideredcurtainbeforethedoor，shehowaction，downfromthewindowhasbeencrawling

    Idon‘tconsciouslytothebronzemirrortofloatinthepast.

    Ihesitatedinfrontofthemirror，themirrorhasbeentheirexitchannelsofthespace，ifoneselfifoneaccordingtobronzemirrorback，theblackox

    Butcurious，hewasnownobodyah，lookinthemirrorwillreflect

    Itangledaroundthedresserflewseveraltimesandfinallydecidedtogolookingfortheowneroftheblackbull，andthencomebackheretolookat，yourendhereistogoout，alsowitholdmamakiddotomoundthereearlytomorrowmorningtofindfood，IalreadyknowthatthereisacityYangplastic，issuretocomeandsavemycousin.

    Blackcattlehowcannotrisebody，ortakeitoutofherefirst，findachancetogetbacktohismaster，feelasiftoturntheblackbullrun，reallylikeit)

    Thereisaembroideredbedroom，Idonotknowwhatthefourpillarsofwoodwithwoodenbed，pullthewhitegauzeshadebedfuzzyone，thisinbroaddaylighthowstillinbed

    Althoughitisveryimpolite，butI‘mstillfloatingoverthepast(Ithisisintheflagofpeoplesearch，peep!)onthebedlayayounggirl，sheisrestbutthisgirlyellowish，templeshavefinesweat，eyeballturnconstantlyundertheclosedeyelids，headalsoslightswing，aseebedreaming，andmusthavebaddreams.

    Ididn‘tseetheblackcattleowner‘sface，butherhair‘s，Istillrememberthisafaceofpathologicalbedherhair，herlong，looksiscertainlynother.

    Isawherheadoscillatingamplitudeismoreandmorebig，theexpressiononherfaceallthemorepainful，isthenightmarePeople，Isawhercometoherneargasisveryweak，andfeelherbreathseemstobeabitsticky.

    Iwasthinkinghowtohelpher，thewomansuddenlyopenedhiseyeswithoutwarning，andIwasstaringathereyes，thetwoeyedarkwithoutlight，thekeywasn‘tstareonthekernel.

    Inthesightofthedark，alsodon‘tknowisopenorclosedcan‘tseeanything，andnosound.

    IfeltlikeIwasstanding，Itriedtakingastep，andsureenoughtherewasthefeelingoftouchthegroundbeneathyourfeet，sonowheisnotconscious，inthisstep，alightspotinadistance，lookedlikesomeonepointacampfire.

    Alsodon‘tknowhowlongdoesitgo，timeisverydifficulttocalculateinthedark，I‘llfindhimselfleftmorethanfivethousandsteps，hisstepaboutonemeter，ithasbeenfivemiles，Ifinallyseethelight.

    Isindeedacampfire，butnooneside，alsonotsurewhyallofasudden，thefireisjustaroundthecorner，justcanseebutnotsoclose，thewoodinthefirepit-a-patrangandIsawthefireradia