Chapter 32 Thugs

[Audience Expectation +20]

The remains of the snowman melted in the dead silence. After the candle went out, Chen Ling's face turned pale as paper.

"I..."

Chen Ling stammered, "I'm talking to my brother..."

"Where is your brother?" Wu Youdong looked at the empty chair beside him, "Aren't there just the two of us in the room?"

Chen Ling looked at the seat opposite him. It was empty at some point... In a trance, the afterimage of a young boy's smile faded in his memory.

Beads of sweat slid down Chen Ling's forehead, soaking his clothes on his back. His confused and empty eyes kept shaking, like a sleeper who had just woken up from a nightmare.

"No, it's impossible..."

Chen Ling stood up suddenly, and the table legs rubbed against the ground, making 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 making a snowman at the door, and he was at the door to see me off this morning. He mended my cotton coat!"

He took off his cotton coat with force and pointed to the perfect patch, "Look! This is what A Yan mended! 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 seen A Yan. If you don't believe me, you can ask him!"

"I... I know." Wu Youdong seemed to be frightened by Chen Ling. He said helplessly, "I just... asked... because I saw you talking to yourself in the air just now... It's scary."

"I didn't talk to myself in the air!!"

Chen Ling pointed at the nothingness opposite, staring at Wu Youdong with bloodshot eyes.

"My brother was sitting there just now. You should have seen him when you came in, right?"

"I... I really didn't see him."

Wu Youdong felt wronged. He looked at Chen Ling, who was behaving strangely in front of him. After struggling for a long time, he asked tentatively: "Chen Ling... Have you encountered a disaster recently?"

Chen Ling was stunned.

[So, you also merged with the disaster? ]

[... I don't know. When I woke up, I was already standing there. ]

[You also lost a part of your memory? ]

[Yeah. ]

[But isn't the place where the gray worlds meet in the back mountain? You should have been in 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...]

The familiar conversation lingered in Chen Ling's ears. He seemed to have caught something vaguely, and his pupils shrank slightly.

"No..." Chen Ling muttered to himself, "No... Nothing is right..."

"Chen Ling, are you okay?"

"... The back mountain?!"

Chen Ling suddenly looked up in a certain direction and rushed out of the house like crazy, without even taking the cotton coat he had just taken off. He just ran into the heavy snow in a thin top.

As soon as his figure disappeared at the end of the street, Chu Muyun, who was wearing a woolen coat, walked to the door of his house.

He looked at the direction Chen Ling left in surprise, and just as he was about to enter the house, he saw Wu Youdong standing alone in the living room, and his brows frowned immediately.

"Who are you?"

"I, I am Chen Ling's friend."

Under the silver-rimmed glasses, the eyes narrowed immediately, revealing a dangerous aura...

"What did you say to him just now?"

"I didn't say anything... I just saw that he was talking to himself and it was strange, so I asked him who he was talking to... and then..."

Chu Muyun's face changed drastically!

He glanced at the direction where Chen Ling left.

"Do you know... what you have done?" Chu Muyun's voice seemed to come from the netherworld.

"I..."

When Wu Youdong looked into Chu Muyun's eyes, his heart trembled. He had never seen such a cold and crazy look.

Wu Youdong was terrified. He trembled and took a half step back. He was tripped by a chair and fell to the ground with a plop.

Chu Muyun took a deep breath, walked into the house, and gently closed the door with both hands.

The leaky door blocked the light and snow outside the house. The living room was shrouded in darkness. The figure in a woolen coat slowly walked towards Wu Youdong.

He pushed his glasses. Under his gentle appearance, a sinister and unconcealed ruthlessness was revealed, like a ferocious beast imprisoned in a human body, taking off its disguise and baring its bloody and hideous fangs.

"Do you know how rare research material such a fusionist who maintains a delicate balance between madness and normality is?"

"Do you know how much effort I put into acting with him in order to prevent him from noticing his abnormality?"

"Do you know... what kind of monster you might release?"

Wu Youdong was scared silly. He wanted to escape but couldn't with his legs broken. He could only drag his body backwards little by little...

"I don't know, I really don't know." He spoke in a tone that was almost pleading.

"I have been guarding here for three days, and no one has approached Chen Ling or this room... But you, just want to break in by yourself."

"... Why???"

Chu Muyun suddenly picked up a corner of the chair and smashed it on Wu Youdong's head with a whistle!

Bang! ! !

A muffled sound echoed in the room, and Wu Youdong fainted on the spot.

A big hole was smashed on his forehead, and scarlet blood flowed wildly, and soon gathered 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, and swung the chair and smashed him again and again!

"Why?!"

"Why? ! ! !"

"Why? ! ! ! !"

The hot blood splashed all over the woolen coat, and a touch of scarlet climbed up the lenses of the silver-rimmed glasses.

Chu Muyun no longer had the gentle and refined aura he had before. Instead, he was like an executioner thug, venting his anger crazily in the darkness where no one noticed. As the chair smashed on the muddy body again and again, Wu Youdong's breath gradually disappeared.

Bang --

With the last smash, the chair finally broke and broke apart.

Chu Muyun wiped the sweat off his face, his chest heaving violently, his bloody fingertips gently pushed his glasses, and his deep blue eyes stared at the bloody mud under his feet.

After an unknown amount of time, the madness in his eyes gradually faded, 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 on Chen Ling's body. He climbed over the unmanned yellow cordon and walked through the snow piles with wooden signs, as if looking for something.

This is the starting point of everything... and also the place where the truth is buried.

Mass grave.