The moon is half round, and half of it is hidden behind the clouds.
The surroundings were filled with silence, and the cool air hit people's hearts. The sky was a little drowsy, with layers of black clouds, except for the covered full moon, there were not even one or two scattered small stars.
It may be too quiet, and there is a gust of wind blowing from time to time, and you can even clearly hear the rustling of leaves being shaken.
Xiao Chen stood at the window, squinting his eyes, as if he was remembering something.
Tan Jun's eyes rolled, and he didn't know when he stood behind Xiao Chen, and while he was not paying attention, he directly hugged the other's waist, and leaned his head on his left shoulder like a hooligan.
Xiao Chen was taken aback, pushed the other person, but didn't push away, and when he saw clearly who it was, he softened his body, and helplessly maintained the somewhat awkward posture.
"What are you thinking?" Tan Jun followed Xiao Chen's gaze and looked out the window.
Xiao Chen smiled, let out a chuckle, and then stretched out his hand to close the window.
Xiao Chen turned around in Tan Jun's arms, looked at him, looked into his eyes.
Tan Jun has a pair of grayish eyes, and the shadow of the dimly lit candles in the room is reflected in his eyes, with a bit of flickering, as if his eyes are full of stars.
Xiao Chen paused, as if missing something, and said softly, "Do you remember the first time we met?"
Tan Jun raised his eyes and stared at him.
Xiao Chen is not considered an aboriginal in Laodu Village, he came here with his remarried aunt when he was three years old.
Tan Jun was nine years old at the time, and he was growing fast. Although he was young, he had an aura of not getting close to strangers. He had a cold face, and he was dressed in rags. Like a wolf.
Xiao Chen came from the city, white and clean, more tender than the little girls in the village, every move is very well-behaved, even if he has a pair of big eyes open, he is very pleasing to others.
But the little kids in the village didn't know if it was xenophobia, even if Xiao Chen didn't provoke them, they still liked to tease him, and then tried their best to make him cry.
Xiao Chen was not very good at talking yet, and was too sensible, every time he was bullied, he would suffer silently without saying a word.
"Why don't you resist?" Liu Hai half covered the boy's eyes, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.
Xiao Chen rubbed his palms, then blinked and sat on the ground, looking up helplessly at the boy who suddenly spoke to him.
"Does it hurt?" The boy looked gloomy, and his voice was a little hoarse.
Xiao Chen shook his head indiscriminately, wondering if he was aggrieved, curled his lips, and nodded again.
The boy laughed out loud, Xiao Chen was a little surprised, raised his head, and pursed his lips, as if he was dissatisfied.
The boy glanced at the two or three little kids who had just rushed out to push people and then quickly ran away and hid in the corner to observe the situation here, and his expression returned to indifference.
He glanced at Xiao Chen, and walked towards the group of people with a cold face.
The image of the first meeting flashed through Xiao Chen's mind, he suddenly laughed out loud, stretched out his index finger to touch Tan Jun's nose, and scraped lightly.
"Thank you for protecting me all the time." Xiao Chen said each word, his voice was not loud, but he felt his true feelings, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and the corners of his eyes were moist.
Tan Jun didn't speak, but simply reached out to brush Xiao Chen's hair, with a smile on his lips.
Xiao Chen curled his lips, laughed a little, sighed, looked into his eyes, looked into the other's eyes very seriously, and said, "I'll protect you from now on, okay?"
There was a silence.
As if someone answered, "Okay."
You don't know, from the moment you appeared in my life, my eyes can no longer move away from you. From then on, only you are in my world.
Hu Bing handed the silver knives to everyone with his own hands. During this process, he and Huang Ke looked at each other several times. Hu Bing gritted his teeth and tried to pretend that he didn't see his probing eyes, maintaining his ignorance. look like.
After Ma successfully received the knife, he nodded. His eyes were black and blue, and he could see that he hadn't rested well.
Because Ma Hang was injured, he stayed in the room and did not let him out.
After Hu Bing divided the knives, he was ready to knock on Xiao Chen's room door—after Zhang Xiaojun died, Jin Hong and Xiao Chen's rooms were separated.
Huang Ke, who had been silent for a long time, seemed to understand Hu Bing's intentions, and suddenly stood up, blocking Hu Bing's way. Suddenly, Hu Bing's face was very ugly.
Huang Ke said concisely, "Give me the knife, and I'll do it."
Hu Bing pursed his lips, as if after a long psychological struggle, he finally put the silver knife that was going to be given to Xiao Chen into his hand.
Huang Ke's attitude towards Xiao Chen was also very strange.
Hu Bing was keenly aware of this.
The silver knives prepared by Hu Bing were found in the storage room on the second floor. It was only when he realized that the villagers might be werewolves that he realized that there were no silver products in the whole house.
Thinking of this, Hu Bing paused for a while holding the knife.
These props appeared so timely that it made him feel unreal, as if someone was calculating something in the dark.
Hu Bing stared at Huang Ke's back, not knowing why he suddenly felt flustered.
But now Hu Bing doesn't have time to think so much!
Because the night is getting dark!
If his conjecture is true, these villagers will turn into werewolves tonight! And everyone present here is a favorite for werewolves!
Thinking of this, Hu Bing took out the lighter he had prepared from his pocket and pursed his lips.
Werewolves are afraid of silver, as well as fire.
"Burn this place with a fire." The deep and indifferent voice could not help appearing in Hu Bing's mind.
And that mysterious man.
Hu Bing's eyes were dim, and he didn't know what he was thinking about. Hu Bing faintly felt that he was not far from the so-called truth.
This step may be death, but if it succeeds, it will be life from desperation.
Huang Ke paused outside Xiao Chen's room door, wondering if he was under some kind of oppression, the cold sweat on his forehead was dripping non-stop, even the closer he was to the door, the more intense the oppression he received , and his expression became more ferocious, as if the next second he would kneel down because of the weakness of his legs.
Finally, Huang Ke knelt down directly with a bang, and the knife he wanted to give to Xiao Chen fell out of his hand in response.
'Don't think about things that don't belong to you. 'Who's voice pierced his eardrums and poured directly into his heart!
This voice was full of anger, even killing, and there was a strong possessive desire between the lines.
Huang Ke's mind flickered, something pulled out of his head, and his expression changed from distorted to dull, even lifeless.
The whole person is like a puppet with broken strings, lost its life, and can only be manipulated like a machine. Huang Ke stood up blankly, turned around blankly, and finally left.
Ah.
Someone sneered.
Memories, even if you have them, are not your own experience.
he! be mine!
"Wow!" A sudden long howl pierced the sky, and the sound dragged on for a long time, frightening everyone who was drowsy, and stood up.
The cry was very sharp, even shrill, and it could be heard that the source of the call was a long distance away.
When the cry that was too disproportionate to the silent night finally stopped, before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the tiger's body shook in the next second.
"hold head high--"
"Wow-"
"Aww—"
The moment the first howl stopped, as if in response to it, one after another howls of different sizes suddenly sounded, coming from all directions. This barking echoed in the silent night, like It was boiling like a carnival.
The moon is completely full! The entire outline is exposed from behind the clouds! The dead leaves on the top of the big tree seem to be sprinkled with a layer of silver powder, cutting out light and shadow.
"Boom—"
"Da da-"
Strange sounds came from outside the house, one after another.
Ma Chenggong's palms were full of sweat.
He thought that he had relived his life and knew all the truth about this village, and that the person who cursed this village and killed him was Tan Jun. But what's ridiculous is that he doesn't know anything except these things, and everything he's experiencing now has a huge deviation from his memory points.
Could it be that after his death, the few remaining people also encountered these things? Know that the villagers are actually werewolves
After all, he didn't know anything.
That's ridiculous!
"Boom, boom, boom!" Someone knocked on the door.
Everyone tightened their hearts and took their weapons.
"Squealing—" It seemed that some sharp object was scraping the glass and the wall, making an extremely harsh and harsh sound, which made people feel a little numb.
"What should I do?" Jin Hong asked in panic. It could be seen that she tried her best to control herself not to be afraid, but at such a life-threatening moment, she couldn't control her collapsed emotions at all.
Haven't waited for anyone to answer.
"Boom!" The door was knocked open again, but unlike last time, the door panel was knocked directly to the ground.
The hairy monster stood at the door with a pair of green eyes. It was huge, about the height of a half-adult male, with thick, muscular arms! Its body shape is like a human, but also like a wild animal, it has a wolf head!
Werewolves!
Everyone choked!
The werewolf moved its neck, and the bones made a crackling sound. The corner of its mouth was split, and its dark eyes stared at everyone present.
Hee hee, it's food.
Tan Jun hugged Xiao Chen in his arms, his eyes were affectionate, his eyes contained many incomprehensible emotions, finally, he gently drew a symbol of the cross on Xiao Chen's head with his index finger .
Xiao Chen, who was drowsy, blinked his eyes in a daze, tilted his head, and looked at him with some doubts.
Tan Jun smiled and leaned into his ear, "Remember, don't be afraid! No matter what happens next! You just need to remember! I! Will definitely come back to you!"
And the only thing I ask of you is that you can protect yourself.
The author has something to say: This world is coming to an end! ! Isn't it very pleasant surprise? ?
Pooh! ! Love you guys! ! ? Here's the refill for you! ! !
The column asks for support! ! !
Thank you to all the cuties who saw here! ! !
Amway, a friend article: "I want the gunman to think" by Shen Weihuang
I, Shen Yangyan, have a gun, my gun is naturally hot-tempered, not easy to mess with!
My gun master is irritable, ruthless and talks a lot.
Copy one:
On the first day of the earthquake, I was dragged to my gun by a husky and a fine aquatic plant.
On the third day of the earthquake, I was framed for serial killings in the copy. No one believed me, but I beat everyone to believe me. It wasn't my hands, it was my gun.
On the Nth day of the earthquake, all the obsidian in Jin City were shot by my gun, because I thought other people's cheats were better than mine, my gun was not convinced, and cut off other people's chances to get cheats.
These are really not my hands! I moved my mouth at most :)
Copy two:
Interview with our station: May I ask what is the thing you regret most in your life
Everyone trembled and answered: I know Shen Yangyan.
There is only one gun, frankly: Hate Shen Yangyan.
Shen Yangyan: Thank you for the invitation, I picked up a gun.
Shen Yangyan told everyone that he was an unreasonable lunatic, a great demon king whose force value was proportional to destructive power, but only Candle Spear knew that this was all its hatred, and Shen Yangyan was charged with unwarranted charges.
All living beings only know that Shen Yangyan is a violent demon king, but they don't know that he feeds demons with his body in private, in exchange for purgatory to leave the world.
Shen Yangyan: I was forced, thank you.
Candle Splinter: No, you're not, you're voluntary.
The hypocritical and upright attacker who always persuades fights but is always manipulated and slapped x just doesn’t listen to persuasion and fights as soon as he gets angry