Shen Shizhen

Chapter 85 Blood Jade

The light faded little by little until late at night.

The woman pursed her lips tightly and faced the photo on her desk, silent for a long time.

The color-distorted negative film glowed a faint red under the candlelight guarding it. In the photo, a half-grown boy was standing among the flowers, looking at the camera with a pair of beautiful and energetic eyes, and the rippling smile on his face almost flowed. in a woman's blood.

The picture from more than ten years ago flashed in my mind. The little kid in the photo had grown up and had a life of her own. She no longer followed her behind and called "sister" every day.

She took this photo with her own hands. She remembered that she took little Ivan to visit the Botanical Garden. He looked very excited when he saw the exotic flowers all over the road. The child who never liked to take pictures asked her to help him. shot all the way.

The camera I used at that time was still a film. After so many years, I can hardly find the photos that have been developed. There is only one left that she put in the book as a temporary bookmark, and it has been stored together with the book. The ancestral home.

Her father divorced her mother very early, and she lived alone with her mother, who died when her younger brother was born, when she was still in elementary school.

Since then, she has been living with her younger brother and uncle, and her uncle treats her like her own child. Except that no one can call her parents, everything else is pretty good.

After she was admitted to university, the three of them moved out of the old ancestral house. They lived together with their father and son. When she was about to graduate, her uncle bought a property for her according to his own opinion. It can be said that he was very kind to her. up.

In these years, they hardly ever went back to their ancestral home. The last time Ai Fan went back was several years ago, and this photo was found by her when she went back some time ago.

The raging flames were projected on Kesma's face. Seeing that the full moon was getting closer and closer, the man's advice often appeared in her ears-"July 24th will be the full moon in a few days, you have already missed it." It's a full moon, and the next time will be a month later, have you figured it out yet?"

Kesma has been hesitating for too long, she doesn't want things to turn out like this, but Ai Fan doesn't listen to her, it's really not like when she was a child...

"Have you figured it out..."

She went to the police station today because she wanted to give Ai Fan one last chance, even if it was just to make a statement, as long as he said that he would get married and have a child...

"Have you figured it out..."

But Ai Fan was not there, he ran after that Chinese man...

"Have you figured it out..."

A glimmer of unknown meaning flashed in Kesma's eyes, she raised her hand, bit her finger hard, and the gushing blood instantly covered her entire fingertips.

She slapped the photo on the table backhanded, her hands in mid-air trembling.

It was obviously a closed room with closed doors and windows, but those candles started to jump and cheer as if they had made an appointment, but it was probably more of a temptation.

Seeing the bright scarlet light on her fingertips, Kesma's fingers finally landed on the photo, slowly sketching, and the overlapping geometric figures were placed in the middle of the photo.

Kesma has practiced this graphic many times in private, she didn't even think about it, she couldn't even talk about memories, and she didn't feel pain at all, those incomprehensible things were so naturally drawn on the film with her finger blood The back side is depicted.

After finishing the drawing, she put her finger into her mouth, and the rust-like blood seized her entire mouth, but she was no stranger to the taste of blood, just like every real witch.

The man said: "You don't need anyone's help, you have to believe in yourself, you are a witch, just not awakened, but your spell is effective."

Kesma stared blankly at the negative film that was stained with her own blood on the table. She only needed to burn this negative film again. She only needed to pick it up and put it on top of the witness candles, and wait for the flames to rise up by itself.

When that negative film disappeared into ashes, she was a veritable Queen of Witches.

Ai Fan, who was far away in China, felt a little out of breath from the beginning of the night, as if a big stone was pressed on his heart, no matter how much he hugged his Chuan Chuan, he couldn't relieve it.

Today Ji Chuan switched back with that boy for Evante.

Ai Fan didn't notify him when he came over, but he has been paying attention to Fran's situation these days. Now the Internet has calmed down. Although there are still netizens who still miss him, there is no trend.

Just like when the two were lying on the bed, Ai Fan asked him: "Don't you care when I come back?"

Ji Chuan smiled and poked the man's strong chest: "I don't care about you and you won't come back?"

Ai Fan grabbed his hand and began to feel wronged: "Oh, my heart hurts, can't you say a few soft words for me to hear?"

Ji Chuan leaned over from his pillow and moved to his pillow: "Do you still know what soft words are?"

Ai Fan put his arms around Ji Chuan's waist and buried his head in his shoulder socket, his voice sounded muffled: "It's really uncomfortable."

Ji Chuan was amused, how could such a freshman like to burrow into his arms: "I thought you should have come back a few days ago, but I think there is almost no movement over there, if you don't come back, I'm going to ask .”

After finishing speaking, Ji Chuan waited for a while, but the man in his arms did not respond. He thought that Ai Fan was playing tricks again, and joked: "I also said soft words, and now my heart still hurts?"

But there was still no response, Ji Chuan suddenly felt that the arms around his waist seemed to be stiff, and he patted the man on the back: "Ai Fan? Ai Fan?"

Ji Chuan didn't get any response after two calls in a row, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly dragged him out of his arms.

But I saw the way Ai Fan's eyes were tightly closed. At first, his hands and legs were still in the same position as when the two were lying on their sides, but they gradually softened after a while, looking like a dead man. After the robot is turned off, it will slowly restore the factory settings by itself.

Ji Chuan became anxious and began to slap his cheek while calling his name.

"Ivan? I've said everything, what are you doing!"

"Ivan? Ivan!"

"I warn you, stop pretending, Ai Fan!"

After a few times, Ji Chuan completely panicked, and he was sure it wasn't his own psychology - Ai Fan's face was turning pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood on his lips had completely faded away.

Ji Chuan was a little dazed. He felt that the temperature on Ai Fan's body had dropped a lot, and it was getting colder and colder. He even made himself cold and put himself in the ice cellar.

He stared blankly at the uncolored man on the bed for a few seconds, his mind went blank, obviously the man was still acting like a baby in his arms a few seconds ago.

After reacting, Ji Chuan quickly got up and ran out from the door, raised his hand and began to smash the door next door: "Church! Church!"

Church was lying on the bed listening to music and playing mobile games. His temporary "roommate" took over Ji Chuan's shift and went home. He never considered the possibility that he would have a visitor tonight.

Ji Chuan yelled for a long time, but there was no movement. He raised his foot and started kicking almost without hesitation. He didn't care at all that this was a public place, and the voice calling for people was several decibels higher. It was the first time someone called someone's name with such a loud voice.

The gesture of demolishing the house was finally noticed by Church. He hesitated for a while and wondered if he was hallucinating, but the sound of Ji Chuan kicking the door at the door was really scary. He quickly pulled off the earphones and got up from the bed.

I thought Ji Chuan was crazy, wouldn't he be afraid of being thrown out by the "neighbor" next door at night?

After Church opened the door, what he saw was the picture of Ji Chuan lifting his foot and planning to kick it. He said in disbelief, "Oh my God, is it really you? You're crazy..."

Without saying a word, Ji Chuan directly dragged the person into his room, and slammed the door behind him, shutting out the inquiries of those tenants who were disturbed by him from the room.

Ji Chuan pointed to Ai Fan on the bed and said, "You'd better tell me what's going on."

At first, Church really didn't think how serious the matter would be. He was just intimidated by Ji Chuan's tone of voice, but when he got close to Ai Fan, he immediately realized something was wrong.

Ivan's face is no longer a simple "pale" that can be described, it is almost gray and dark, Church almost immediately stretched out his hand to the tip of Ivan's nose, and touched Ivan's face with the other hand of the neck arteries.

The cold palm made Church's hand on the tip of Ivan's nose tremble uncontrollably. Ji Chuan stood aside and looked at him tensely, as if time was about to freeze.

It might be three seconds, it might be five seconds, it might be ten seconds. After withdrawing his hand, Church immediately took out his mobile phone and started looking for a phone number. He comforted Ji Chuan beside him: "There is still breathing, so don't be nervous. take it easy."

He didn't know who was comforting him, but Ji Chuan's body was tense all the time, while Church's hand holding the phone was shaking a little, and he didn't look arrogant and domineering at all.

After finally finding the phone and dialing it, Church waited for the call to connect and said to Ji Chuan, "I can only read minds, and I can't do anything else. The two seniors who took you to the hospital that day are still here. My name is They come."

Ji Chuan felt that he didn't feel like spending the summer in Wuhan at all, but more like the winter when he was stripped naked and left in Franchi. He was too cold to shiver, and his mind stopped. He should have been put in the refrigerator.

Fortunately, the call went through very quickly. A large part of the reason was that Andrew never thought that this number would be dialed.

Church quickly explained the general situation of Ai Fan, and Ji Chuan stood aside and added mechanically: "We were just lying on the bed talking, and suddenly he didn't respond, and it became like this."

The whole call lasted only about 15 seconds. Church spoke at an astonishing speed. Ji Chuan couldn't understand a series of small tongue sounds. Before he could react, Church hung up the phone.

Then there was the long wait. Although Church later told him that the seniors had arrived very quickly, and it took less than 10 minutes, it seemed to Ji Chuan that ten hours had passed.

Every time I saw the color on Ai Fan's face fade, my heart felt heavy. For the first time, he knew that the word "iron blue" was really very suitable to describe a person's complexion.