The woman lay in her arms, her hands and feet tied tightly with her body by a circle of rope, her mouth was stuffed with a thick strip of cloth, her face was pale, her cheeks were severely sunken, her exposed hands were very thin, look Going up to severe malnutrition. If it weren't for the bright light, her faintly undulating chest would definitely make people think that she was dead.
There was the sound of the door lock opening, and the woman's eyelashes trembled slightly. A pair of eyes opened a gap with special effort.
After the man locked the door, he walked inside. At first glance, even though a woman keeps her eyes open, she still feels like she would close her eyes at any time and never open them.
He looked at his watch, the pointer was at half past eleven. He breathed out gently, walked to the window and opened the window, the snowflakes were swept in by the wind, he looked at the snow with both eyes, and after a while, he looked back.
The cold wind with snow outside the window swept in, and the sexy woman suddenly became a little more energetic, and her eyes widened again.
His lips moved, as if speaking.
The man turned and walked next to her: "Tonight's snow is beautiful. I'll take you to see the snow." The woman's body trembled slightly, and her eyes didn't have any luster. After hearing the man's words, she added a new layer. Dead gray.
The heavy snow fell layer by layer, and the long streets were empty. A man appeared with a suitcase, and the heavy snow quickly accumulated on his clothes, almost integrated with the surrounding snow, except for the forward moving pace.
The man clapped his hands, looked at the woman in front of him and the stone lion close together, and looked up at the sky, with smiles in the corners of his mouth and eyes. He stood next to her and said, "I said I wanted to watch the snow with you, but you later watched the snow with him. But it doesn't matter. When you watch with him, there must be no snow beauty tonight. Because tonight The snow and your blood are the most beautiful. And tomorrow morning there will be a real "snowman" with the most lifelike image in history."
The woman's mouth moved, and he snorted and laughed, and his tone was colder than the snow falling from the sky: "Why are you still asking?"
The man looked around and then looked at his watch. A fruit knife in his hand struck the woman's tied wrist. Two drops of blood dripped on the pure white snow of four or five centimeters on the ground, snow and blood collided, red and white merged, and night and life passed by.
The man took a few steps back, found a dead branch in the trash can not far away, and scanned the footprints he had just stepped on. The footprints disappeared, and he stood under the eaves not far in front for a long time before stepping away.
The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and soon Shishi and the woman become the most vivid snowmen. Her eyes, which sometimes moved slightly, and her chest, which was still slightly undulating, were finally covered by layers of snowflakes, without any movement at all.
When the man walked past the location of the trash can, a pair of eyes flashed in his mind, the clear eyes of that rainy night. His brows frowned, and he turned and disappeared into the wind and snow.
As soon as Yang Xiao arrived at the hotel, before entering the door, the manager Xu Fen ran over quickly.
"Yang Xiao, a woman died in front of the department store on Longteng Road, and her life was frozen to death. I heard people say that Huang Yahua was named Huang Yahua who disappeared two days ago. This world is not peaceful."
Yang Xiao was shocked. When reading the newspaper a few days ago, he prayed for the woman. Xu Fen looked at her in a daze, "I will tell you suddenly, did it scare you? You can go with everyone after get off work at night, or ask your family to pick you up."
Yang Xiao smiled and nodded.
(End of this chapter)