flame hunter

Jiahuan curled up in a cramped corner, and after an unknown amount of time, the whimpering wind and chills gradually faded away, leaving only the mysterious beat in her mind.

"Papa, papa..."

Jiahuan played the metronome used in piano lessons, and the small silver pendulum swayed left and right according to a fixed frequency, and the amplitude of each swing was fixed.And the rhythm under the feet of the group of people seemed to follow a certain frequency.

Jiahuan felt that she was about to lose consciousness. She clearly lived in a cold space, but she gradually lost the chill. This is definitely not an optimistic phenomenon.

Suddenly, she covered her mouth and hiccuped, as if in a daze, she returned to her childhood, curled up in her mother's arms around the stove and dozing off in the cold winter with heavy snow.Mother hugged her neck with one hand, and gently patted her body with the other hand.

Once, once and again...

Jia Huan smiled and almost fell into a deep sleep in a dream, but suddenly opened her eyes, and a ray of light shot out from her round eyes.

"Yes! That's the rhythm! It's the same—"

Jia Huan's blue lips trembled slightly as she spoke inexplicable words.If there are other people around, they will definitely think that she is confused by the cold, or frightened crazy by the dark fear.No one knew the turmoil in her heart at this moment, nor the raging flames that were about to burst out of her chest.

Could it be a coincidence? !Or a hint from the mother?

Jiahuan's breathing suddenly became heavy, she rubbed her hands together, and slapped her stiff legs to barely stand up.In my heart, I silently counted the series of repeated beats that seemed to hide mysterious power.

Following the example of those men in black, Jiahuan raised her left foot and stepped on the floor.

"Papa, papa..."

Every time she stepped on it, there was a heavy echo in the dark room. I don't know if it was because of the heat or psychological effects brought by her movements. Jiahuan obviously felt that the temperature in the room was rising, and the sound of wind and devil-like whimpers were heard by her feet again and again. Overwhelmed by the sharp reverberation of stomping.

家欢越踏越快，渐渐寻出另外一种节奏，心中默数着“1、0、22、322、1、0、22……”

Yes!This is the rhythm!

Jia Huan's heartbeat became more and more frantic, but the movements of her feet were not chaotic.She was delighted with her discovery, anyway, this is what her mother wanted to convey to herself.If it weren't for being locked up here, causing wild thoughts, if it wasn't for witnessing and recalling the solemn and mysterious steps of the men in black, Jiahuan would never have thought that her mother's caresses in winter would be a series of meaningful numbers!

Jia Huan gritted her teeth, turned all doubts and entanglements into strength, and stepped on her left foot fiercely.The poor feet gradually became numb. I don't know how long it took, how many times I stepped on this string of numbers.

One, empty, two two, three two two... over and over again.It seems to be remembering the past, and it seems to be punishing myself.

Four years ago, the sudden change of the environment and all kinds of dazzling new things, as well as Thomas' infinite pampering, enveloped the family fun in Sherlock Castle like a whirlwind.Carnival goes from discomfort to adaptation, from adaptation to enjoyment.No one does not yearn for joy and happiness, and the young Jiahuan is no exception. Her subconscious mind gradually forgets the tragic situation of the past.Thomas' love and love made her have a brand new life. She became happy and carefree, and every second of every day was so sweet and satisfying.

A drop of warm tears gushed out from the socket, and it was so bitter that it slipped into the mouth.Jia Huan pursed her lips, chewing and savoring the bitterness and saltiness repeatedly.She hated herself for being defeated by An Yi, hated herself for forgetting the safety of her parents and younger brother who died in vain.She hates herself for being ruthless, for being selfish, for everything she has done!

She was the one who got her younger brother down, and now, she has got Si Boning down...

Thinking of Si Boning's slumped expression at the time of parting, Jiahuan hated herself!

I don't know how Si Boning will be punished?Unknowingly, Jiahuan thought of the killing that he accidentally saw in Thomas's study.

No!Daddy would never treat Si Boning like this!Won't!

Jia Huan grabbed her oppressed chest and almost roared, when suddenly a bright light shot into her eyes, like thousands of steel needles piercing her eyes.

"what--"

Jiahuan couldn't help crying, and immediately raised her hand to cover her eyes, the pain in her eyes was still indescribable.Tears found an excuse to surge out of their eyes unscrupulously, and it was nothing more than washing one's face with tears.

Gradually getting used to the light, Jia Huan put down her hands, and saw a white door open in front of her with tears in her eyes.

Where does this door lead?Jiahuan didn't know anything and didn't have time to tell.She stopped the movement of her feet, and without thinking, she stepped up her sore left leg and walked towards the door full of light.