Chapter 82: Lust Labyrinth Ends
The first scene ended, and overwhelming negative emotions surged towards Ye Xiaoxuan.
The air in the factory was filled with a stench that symbolized lust, and was faintly mixed with the pungent smell of chemicals.
Xiao Nan has been here for half a month, but this half month seems as long as hundreds of years to her. Her eyes are empty as she looks up at the sky. There is nothing good in her insides, but her skin has not been damaged.
She tried to escape, but was dragged back almost immediately, with screams coming from the basement.
At this point, the tears in my heart couldn't even wet my eyes which had already dried up.
There was a change of guard at 2 a.m. every day, and the guards were the least guarded at that time. There was a drainpipe on the west wall that led to the boiler room, where there was a window without bars.
After a long time, Xiao Nan summed up the pattern. She grabbed this life-saving straw, not knowing that it was a trap from the beginning.
…
The moment the negative emotions surged, it was like a fierce river of water pouring into her lungs. Perhaps this little girl would be alone until she died...
Just as she was thinking this, she vaguely saw a woman approaching from a distance, "Who are you?"
"My name is Yaya, I'm Xiaonan's friend, and I'm here to pick her up."
The woman's smile was very gentle. I don't know if it was the effect of Xiaonan's filter, but at this moment her smile was like a ray of morning light breaking through the clouds, not dazzling but warming people's hearts.
The arc of the corners of her mouth is just right, as if the curve of a March stream overflowing over pebbles, causing the corners of her eyes to bend slightly as it spreads, and the light shadows cast by her eyelashes are filled with star-like fragments of light.
The small dimples on the lips appear and disappear from time to time, like the pages of a book accidentally opened by the spring breeze, hiding unspoken lines of gentle poetry. There is no need to see the details, the hazy warm color alone is enough to soften the whole scene.
Such a gentle smile made the person opposite him look stunned.
Ye Xiaoxuan: ...
She was slapped in the face at this moment. It seemed that she was wrong. Her friend did exist, but he did not die in the kitchen.
In the gloomy environment, the two held hands and walked out of the textile factory together.
The diary that had been impossible to open before could now be easily read.
March 12, 2000, sunny
I finally found a job today. Although it's just a textile worker, at least I can make a living, which is not bad. It's just a little tiring, so I will go to work tomorrow.
March 13, 2000 (overcast)
The weather is not very good today. I don’t feel like moving. I’ll go tomorrow.
March 14, 2000 (cloudy)
I'm having my period and my stomach is uncomfortable. I'll go next week.
March 21, 2000, sunny
I'm in a bad mood. I will definitely go tomorrow. But will the boss still want me?
April 1, 2000, sunny
I didn't expect that the boss actually wanted me, saying that they were short of people and such a job was hard to find anywhere, so it was me who thought of it.
Ye Xiaoxuan laughed out loud. It seemed that they were indeed good friends. Even if Xiaonan was imagining what kind of person her friend was, she knew it clearly.
It felt like she had written it herself.
But when he thought about what was going to happen next, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but flatten again.
So, after observing along the way, most of the records that followed were just some small things in life.
For example, when doing a certain thing, you will suddenly become keen on tidying up the room; late at night, you will write a 2,000-word reminiscence in your mind to an old friend who you haven't contacted for five years; you want to buy a book called "Overcoming Procrastination", but you never buy it; when doing something, you suddenly look up at the sky and suddenly realize that the air-conditioning filter needs to be cleaned. By the way, you have developed a special hobby of observing the shift changes of cashiers in small shopping malls.
Also, the sudden onset of allergic rhinitis when encountering difficult passages; the reflexive urge to urinate when important email reminders pop up...
Ye Xiaoxuan just kept watching, and from the content of the diary, she could tell that the other person was indeed a person with a serious procrastination problem.
Ye Xiaoxuan continued reading, and at the same time she was thinking to herself, how could such a person with such severe procrastination insist on writing a diary every day? Could it be that this diary does not exist in reality?
Ahahahaha…
She smiled like this in her heart.
until……
August 1, 2000, sunny
A new employee came to the textile factory today.
Alas... Ye Xiaoxuan sighed. It seemed that Yaya and Xiaonan met at this time.
But what happened next was different from what Ye Xiaoxuan had previously known from the note.
November 1, 2000 (cloudy)
Xiaonan didn't come to work today. The boss said she was transferred to a branch factory. Xiaonan also told me that she should have called me today.
November 2, 2000 (cloudy)
What's going on? It's been a whole day, why hasn't she called me yet? This is so abnormal. When did she start to "dawdle"...
November 3, 2000 (cloudy)
When I went to work in the morning, I didn't hear the "here" sound during roll call. I looked back and saw that her seat was empty and the loom was as quiet as a corpse.
Only then did I realize that she was really gone.
November 7, 2000, light rain
No, absolutely not. It was impossible for her to not give me a definite reply for such a long time. I asked my boss, but he was also vague. There was a problem, definitely a problem. That night, in the staff dormitory, I broke out in a cold sweat and climbed out the window to run away.
Fortunately, there are only Xiaonan and I in the dormitory, and now I am alone.
I called the police.
From here, Ye Xiaoxuan can see that her initiative has been significantly improved.
November 7, 2000, light rain
I went to the police station, but it didn’t help much. The police just took a few notes after listening to me. I explained frantically, but they really looked at me as if I was a crazy woman. November 9, 2000
I set out for the branch factory alone, determined to find Xiaonan no matter what.
My heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was going to break my ribs. That was the anxiety of facing the unknown.
November 20, 2000 Cloudy to overcast
I saw hell.
When the police came, I saw a sea of fire. Xiaonan died there.
The diary ends here. The almost childish words record the whole process of this incident. Xiaonan really has a very good friend who is obviously a person with extremely serious procrastination. However, after realizing that something might happen to Xiaonan, the whole process went smoothly without any delay.
As a little girl as powerless as Xiaonan, it can be said that she made the best effort she could, but what she waited for was the news that her good friend was subjected to inhuman torture and burned to death in less than a month.
What’s even more tragic is that if nothing unexpected happened, this little girl named “Yaya” would have died in the end.
In an era when the investigation of "people with superpowers" was not yet perfect, a little girl who ruined their plans was too easy to be retaliated against.
Countless data points flew into Ye Xiaoxuan's book, and the last step of the work was completely completed.
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