Yang Shushu dragged Zuo Jinheng, who was lying on the bed sheet, out of the house. It was a wooden house with a forest outside. Zuo Jinheng quickly remembered where he was.
"Is this the Chunzhuang Forest Resort? I came here when I was a kid. Their houses were quite unique, so I remember them clearly. But they closed down and became abandoned ten years ago."
Yang Shushu dragged him forward with a grunt. Outside the deserted holiday cottage was a forest that had long been untended. Although it could not be compared with a primeval forest, it was still very creepy late at night. The most important thing was that since it was deserted, there was no way anyone was nearby.
"Huhu, since you've been here, do you know if there are any villages around here?" Yang Shushu asked him, panting.
"It all happened when I was a child. I came here with my parents and stayed for only two days. It wasn't even within the resort area, so I had no idea." Zuo Jinheng suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He was a grown man, and a girl was kidnapped and threatened, and almost killed. In the end, a girl had to save him, and he couldn't help at all. He had never felt so ashamed in his life.
Yang Shushu didn't say anything else. She used all her strength to push the big man who was dragging the bed sheet forward.
Fortunately, the quality of the sheet is quite good and it didn't break after being dragged such a long distance.
"Shushu, why don't you put me down somewhere first and go down yourself. That person won't be able to find you for a while, so go call the police first."
The woods at night were filled with shadows. Although I knew the woods were not too big and I could even hear the chirping of insects and birds all around, I didn't know if it was because I knew there was a demon hiding here, but I always felt like a ghost would jump out at any moment.
It’s not that Yang Shushu doesn’t want to let go, but she is afraid that if she does, Zuo Jinheng might never come back and she won’t be able to find him. Then she will never be at peace for the rest of her life. Sometimes, living with the guilt is more painful than dying.
Yang Shushu didn't say anything. She hunched forward with her frail back and took each step with difficulty. Her shoulders were so thin that they looked like they could collapse at any moment, yet one inexplicably felt that those thin shoulders were made of steel.
Zuo Jinheng was lying on the bed sheet. As soon as he looked up, he could see that small figure. From childhood to adulthood, others praised him for being a gentle and affectionate person, but there is a saying in this world that the most affectionate people are the most ruthless.
At least this sentence is suitable for him. The person who can truly touch his heart has not appeared yet.
But at this moment, he seemed to be touched by something.
It’s not because of being rescued, not because of sharing hardships, but simply because of the stubborn and heartbreaking back in front of me.
At this moment, Yang Shushu suddenly stopped and whispered, "Did you hear that?"
Zuo Jinheng's left hand was now able to move flexibly. He suddenly grabbed the bed sheet and tilted his ear. The surroundings were pitch black, with shadows of trees everywhere. A gust of wind brought the coolness of summer nights, and -
"Hengheng... Hengheng... Where have you been? Didn't you promise to take me with you? Why did you leave, Hengheng..."
The sound was carried in the wind, sometimes far away, sometimes near, and no one knew which direction it came from.
"He's back, surprisingly, so soon." Yang Shushu gritted her teeth and listened for a while: "It seems he's coming this way."
She glanced behind Zuo Jinheng and saw a long indentation on the grass behind him. Lin Yue might have followed this indentation.
Sweat broke out on Zuo Jinheng's forehead. He said, "Don't worry about me. Run first."
Yang Shushu said nothing. She walked up to him and pinched his arm very hard. Zuo Jinheng frowned in pain. Then she said, "It seems that your arm has some strength. Try to crawl away by yourself."
As she said that, she flipped him to the ground, then looked around and saw a stone nearby that was about the size of a person's arms. She walked over, but couldn't move it, so she rolled it over and put it on the bed sheet. Then she wrapped the stone up and walked away dragging the bed sheet with her.
All this happened in the dark. Although the moon was bright today, it was still dark below due to the obstruction of the trees. However, Zuo Jinheng still saw blood flowing from her hand. It must have been accidentally scratched by something when she was moving the stone just now. However, she seemed not to notice it. She didn't even look at it and just dragged the stone away.
Having seen so many people in the entertainment industry crying and running to the hospital when a thorn pricked their finger, Zuo Jinheng looked at the blood drop that silently fell from his palm to the ground, as if it had dripped directly into his heart.
At this moment, the person who had walked a distance with the load suddenly turned around. In the darkness, the little face was illuminated by the moonlight shining through the gaps in the leaves. The smile was like a ray of sunshine that dispersed the moon's light and pierced straight into Zuo Jinheng's heart, instantly warming his cold blood.
"Come on, idol!"
Yang Shushu turned around and said only one sentence, then turned and disappeared into the darkness deep in the woods. Zuo Jinheng wanted to call her name several times, but he found that he could not even make a sound. He just felt his eyes inexplicably sore.
Was it because of guilt? Because of Zili? Or was it because of something else? He couldn't tell.
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Yang Shushu is not really that great as to sacrifice herself for the sake of others, but she is not the kind of person who would harm others. She and Zuo Jinheng split into two groups. Zuo Jinheng would inevitably leave traces if he wanted to climb, and she would also leave traces like dragging a stone. When the psychopath caught up with her, he would inevitably be confused, thus wasting some time.
However, the danger on her side is just a little greater than that on Zuo Jinheng's side. After all, as long as Zuo Jinheng is not completely stupid, he will try his best to minimize the traces. What she needs is speed. As long as she is fast and runs out of the forest as soon as possible, she will be halfway to success.
But she never dreamed that this psychopath could chase her so fast. She wondered if he didn't even stop at the fork in the road and just followed the trail she left by dragging the stone.
By now, Yang Shushu had already dropped the stone and was running away. The resort had long been deserted, with weeds growing under the trees. Although it couldn't be compared with a real forest, running with one foot deep and one foot shallow couldn't pick up any speed at all. In contrast, Lin Yue seemed to be very familiar with this place. Every step he took was very steady. He held a sickle in his hand and kept waving it in the air. The cold light, illuminated by the moonlight, was like a messenger from hell. He chased after him and shouted, "How dare you snatch my Heng Heng away? Damn it, damn it! I'm going to cut you into pieces and throw you into the garbage dump, into the stinking ditch, to feed the dogs and pigs. How could you? How dare you? Heng Heng is mine, mine, mine!"
His voice became louder and louder, and he was getting closer and closer. Yang Shushu didn't dare to look back, for fear that if she did, she would be a step slower.
The sweat from his forehead dripped onto the grass on the ground. A drop of blood from the wound he had just made when moving the stone also mixed with the drop of sweat, instantly crushing the grass.
She didn't know if the grass was angry that she had crushed its leaves, but Yang Shushu felt something tripping her feet, and her body instantly fell to the ground covered with weeds. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she prostrated herself on the ground.
"Run, keep running, hehe!" A ghostly laughter sounded behind her.
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