ban heartbeat in thriller

The last snowfall in late December lasted for three days. The low temperature of minus 12 to [-] degrees made the tourists miserable. They could only stay in the B&B without leaving the house and spend a long time in the warm room. .

The landlady turned on the weather forecast again, "The snow just stopped, and it's going to snow again the day after tomorrow. Even the roads are closed. I don't think any tourists will come here anymore."

She muttered, and saw the front desk of the B&B walking upstairs carrying several buckets of instant noodles, and asked casually, "Hey, how are those college students doing? Do they have a cold?"

The girl at the front desk nodded, "It seems they still have a fever. I gave them medicine yesterday."

She also sent the instant noodles up. When she opened the door, she met the eyes of the people inside and found that these people's faces were extremely ugly. They were not ugly like they were sick, but they seemed to be immersed in some kind of nightmare, with deep hidden emotions in their eyes. of fear.

it's wired.

As soon as the door closed, the girl sitting on the lower bed finally couldn't help but say, "Let's call the police. Even if we find her body, it's better than doing nothing."

Her boyfriend quickly agreed, "Yes, she came with us. If she is found missing, we will definitely have nothing to do with it."

Several people were moved by the words, but the tallest and strongest short-haired boy suddenly stood up, "What are you calling the police for? Why are you calling the police? Although Zhao Yutang came with us, she came later than us and didn't even have time. Registering at the hotel, as long as we don’t admit it, who will know that she is with us?”

"Xu Kang!"

Yuan Yuan, a girl wearing glasses, disagreed, "We have already abandoned her. Should we just let her stay in the mountain forever?"

Xu Kang said coldly, "She may not be dead. If she is not dead and is found by the rescue team, we will all be murderers. If she is dead, the rescue team's efforts will be in vain. She is an orphan. Except for the school No one will care about her whereabouts, and it is impossible for the school to investigate this matter. We will just pretend that nothing happened and that we don’t know this person at all.”

No one spoke in the room. Everyone was deeply afraid of what happened on the snow-capped mountains. They instinctively avoided everything related to this. They covered their ears and tried to get away with it.

The snow outside has stopped, but there is no sign of the snow melting under the low temperature. Everywhere you look is white, blindingly white.

Zhao Yutang only looked at it for less than ten seconds before feeling uncomfortable in his eyes. He raised his hand and rubbed it. The ill-fitting velvet robe slipped down his wrist and he shivered due to the cold wind.

"Sister, what are you doing sitting here?" She Canan came over holding a persimmon and put it on the stove to bake. He has a round head and a round face. He is very cute. He is much precocious than other children of the same age and can do any job. Qian, Zhao Yutang relied on him to take care of him during the few days he lived here.

"The room is too stuffy."

Zhao Yutang plucked the persimmons and asked casually, "Where are you, Moro?"

She only saw Moro once the day she woke up. His personality was as cold and inhumane as his appearance. He didn't respond to her advances, as if he didn't recognize her.

"Moluo is copying scriptures. He broke the precepts the day before yesterday. According to the rules, he must copy scriptures to confess to the mountain god."

Zhao Yutang sat by the stove, her cheeks slightly hot from the heat, "Is Moro his real name?"

Perhaps because she rarely sees strangers on weekdays, She Jianan is very talkative and does not have the slightest sense of defensiveness. "No, Moro is the name of our She clan. In your words, it means priest, which is the same as the mountain god." Messengers of communication, every priest is called Moro, and I don’t know what Moro’s real name is." Zhao Yutang squinted her eyes. She remembered the reason why she came here in the first place. She majored in folklore, and the teacher assigned it during the winter vacation. homework, so the study group chose a location for a field trip. She arrived late and only had time to put her luggage in the hotel lobby before setting off with her classmates. It turned out that it was snowing heavily today and was not suitable for mountain climbing. The team leader did not listen. The tour guide’s advice brought a group of them up the mountain.

The snow was falling so hard that by the time he realized what was going on and wanted to go down the mountain, it was already too late. Zhao Yutang rescued a girl who almost fell off the cliff, but she injured her leg and was unable to walk. Several classmates took turns carrying her on their backs for a while, and they gradually realized Carrying a wounded person would hinder them, so Zhao Yutang was given up as a matter of course.

She died like this, came back to life, and accidentally bumped into this ancient temple on the mountain, but now she has no intention of doing academic work.

"It's baked, I'll send it to Moro."

She Canan went to get the persimmons, but was blocked by Zhao Yutang. She took a bamboo basket and picked up the two best-roasted persimmons and put them in. "I'll deliver them."

"But Moro doesn't like meeting strangers," She Canan said a little hesitantly. Moro was usually scary enough when he was cold and cold, so he didn't want to make people angry.

"Moluo saved me and gave me clothes to wear," Zhao Yutang said patiently, "I should go and thank him in person."

She Canan thought it made sense, "Then don't make Moro angry. He is scary when he is angry."

Zhao Yutang smiled and said, "Okay."

In the winter dusk, the faint glow was completely obscured by the continuous snow. When Zhao Yutang went to find Moro, he had just woken up from a nap, frowning and looking at the half-copied Buddhist scriptures in front of him in a daze.

He just had a dream. The light and shadow in the dream were dim, and people with unclear facial features frequently appeared. He couldn't see the person's face clearly, and couldn't hear the person's voice, but he could still feel a sense of delay in the dream. A dull pain that penetrates the soul.

When he woke up, he still felt confused, stubbornly insisting on remembering that person's face, but it was always elusive in the fog.

"Tuk-tuk-"

There was a knock on the door. It was probably that Canaan was about to deliver something again. He was a little irritated and his tone became colder.

"Come in."

The wooden door was pushed open with a creak, and the first thing that rushed in was the cold and cold wind outside. A piece of snow-colored cloth flashed in his peripheral vision, and he subconsciously raised his head because it looked so familiar.

The snow-capped mountains outside are rolling, and the girl who walks in seems to have trudged through the snow. Her clothes are covered with dense snow particles. Her long hair is loosely tied up in half, completely revealing her beautiful eyebrows and dark eyes. She was still wearing his snow-colored velvet robe. Because the clothes didn't fit her, she felt a heart-melting clumsiness in it.

Zhao Yutang smiled slightly at him, his eyebrows slightly curved when he smiled, "Moruo."

He didn't respond, just raised his eyes slightly and looked at her absently.

For no reason, he felt that the person in the dream had such a beautiful and soft face. He hesitated and wondered, did she fall into the dream, or did the person in the dream come out and become her?