Wedge
My chest is so stuffy... so hot... my head is so dizzy... I can't do it... I'm going to suffocate...
Ai Luo's hands tied behind his back have long lost consciousness, and tears have long dried up. As a young girl, she felt the fear of death for the first time, but at the same time, she was looking forward to someone coming to end her life earlier, because waiting for death was too difficult.
Nine-year-old Ai Luo has been locked in a black suitcase for more than ten hours.
She can feel that she has been taken to the train and stuffed under her seat. People keep passing by her, and the neighborhood is full of the aroma of laughter and food... But there are more than 300 people in a carriage, but no one has found her kidnapped.
No one found her.
At first, she shook her body desperately, hoping someone could see something from the shaking of the suitcase. Someone did find something wrong, but the woman who kidnapped her easily muddled through with the words "just a dog".
Everything was in vain. Now, she has no strength to struggle.
Maybe she will just die in a suitcase... Ai Luo closed her eyes helplessly. The thin air and the oppression of narrow space devastated her, and her body function was struggling on the edge of death. The only thing that supported her to continue breathing was her strong desire for survival.
In the dead of night, only snoring and the sound of trains can be heard in the silent carriage. The sound of the train wheels turning is like the footsteps of death. I heard that Ai Luo's consciousness began to wander. She wanted to sleep and have a complete rest...
Just when Ai Luo was about to hold on, the train stopped at a small station. The inertia of the brake made her face hit the metal tie rod in the suitcase, and the pain made her wake up again.
The short-haired woman looked around the carriage and saw that most people had fallen asleep. She carefully pulled out the box containing Ai Luo and quickly got off the train with the box.
In a dark alley outside the station, the woman opened her suitcase and checked whether the girl she had tied up was still breathing.
A fresh air came to me, and Ai Luo, who had endured the turbid air for more than ten hours, refreshed himself and greedily sucked up the pure oxygen through his big nostrils.
"Fortunately, I didn't die, I earned it this time." Seeing that she is still energetic, the short-haired woman breathed a sigh of relief and zipped the suitcase again.
"If you lock her up again, she will really die!" In the dark corner, the young man who leans against the brick wall and smokes, "kindly" reminds him.
The short-haired woman stared warily at the blonde man who made a sound. After struggling for a moment, she chose to leave the "prey" she finally got and escape. She is familiar with trafficking in human beings and doesn't care about failure this time, but if she is caught in an unfamiliar place, it will be a big trouble. The most important thing for her is to keep her own safety.
"Tut, how timid."
The blonde man came out of the corner, and the moonlight shone on him, adding a layer of holy brilliance to his pale skin, and the suit with gold border on a white background made him look like a god.
But the sanctity of his appearance may be just a cover-up. His crimson eyes are like two rubies in the moonlight, shining with ferocious light, which are totally inconsistent with his kind face.
Walking slowly to the front of the suitcase, the young man tore the suitcase as easily as tearing a thin paper, loosened the tie for Ai Luo, held her in her arms, and chased the trafficker just now...
Ai Luo, whose consciousness gradually became clear in the man's arms, first saw the bloody corners of her youth's mouth, the wet blood on her own dress, and the trafficker who fell to the ground in the distance and was already a shriveled corpse.
Seeing that Ai Luo woke up, the youth smiled at her. "Do you feel afraid?"
Scared? Do you mean the blood on his fangs and lips? Ai Luo shook his head gently and helped the man wipe the blood from his mouth.
Compared with the helplessness and despair of being locked in a suitcase, what is this red?
"I'm a vampire, aren't you afraid?" The man was surprised and changed his way of asking.
Ai Luo still shook his head. What is a vampire? She didn't know when she was young. She only knows that she has been saved by the youth in front of her, that's all.
The man smiled softly. The way he looked at Ai Luo was to see her as prey, but now it is the way his father spoils his children.
"What a fun child, forget it, I am full today." The blonde youth laid Ai Luo lightly on the ground and turned and disappeared into the depths of the alley.
"Be smart and don't be caught again."
At the other end of the alley, there was a man's concerned charge.
Ai Luo heart a warm, heavy nodded.
Vampires?
She remembered the benefactor's name.
Ghost makeup, evil smile, low lazy voice, black dress full of lace... In a talk show on TV, Gothic girls who claim to be famous "dark novelists" are talking with the host in the form of questions and answers.
The hostess opened her mouth and asked, "… Miss Ai Luo, why do you call your novels" dark "? In my opinion, your novels are not much different from" ghost stories "and" horror literature "in the general sense."
Luo Qi, as a first-line female host in China, has always been a representative of intellectual women. Her makeup is delicate and sweet, with a fascinating smile on her face, but she looks at the girl's eyes with full intolerance and disdain.
However, she is a newly grown girl who has written several boring vampire novels, and can inexplicably become popular all over the country. This makes Luo Qi, who has been in the entertainment industry for more than ten years, somewhat unconvinced, and the atmosphere of the program has become somewhat stiff and gunpowder.
Capturing the hostility shown by the other party from the beginning of the program, Ai Luo blinked gently with his big eyes, deliberately pretending to look simple and clever, and answered seriously: "Horror novels and ghost stories are usually bloody, and their main performance is that they can make people have fear and take advantage of the pleasure brought by fear to sell. My original novel "Dark Family" is obviously different from that kind of thing. Most of the protagonists in my novels are vampires, werewolves, goblins, monsters, etc. Human beings belong to daytime animals, so these characters belong to night creatures, human beings represent light, and they represent darkness. "Dark Division" mainly describes the lives of dark creatures and the love-hate entanglements between them and human beings. Although they are oppressed by human beings, they still desperately hope for sunshine and hope, try their best to maintain peace with human beings and develop their own races. These struggles and contrasts are very touching... "
Luo Qi's expression was obviously impatient because of Ai Luo's long speech. She rolled her eyes, and her tone remained sweet and soft. She interrupted her words: "But those characters are fictional, which is exactly the same as ghost stories. Impress readers with fictional monsters. I'm afraid your high sales volume won't last long..."
As if aware of his aphasia, Luo Qi quickly changed his tone and continued with pretending to be concerned: "As a predecessor, although not in the same field, I am still very concerned about your future development. You know, people like the new and hate the old. I'm worried that a good child like you will be pushed out by some people because he is too sharp at first. Have you ever thought about how to maintain your fame next? "
"I didn't think about it. I am still a newcomer and don't know anything." Ai Luo answered with a reluctant face.
Luo Qi showed a sneer that was not easy to be noticed: "I suggest you refer to the masterpieces of famous Chinese artists and the broad spirit of Chinese culture. When vampires are not popular, maybe you can try to figure out Chinese literature and start over."
"I will write a" dark "novel for a lifetime. Even if no one agrees, I will stick to it." Ai Luo's patience seemed to have worn away almost, and his face sank and he whispered.
"But if you want to create pure literary works, this fantasy theme is definitely out of fashion..."
"Have you had enough!" Ai Luo drank low, and his eyes shot at the host Luo Qi's face like a sharp arrow. "Fantasy theme is equal to dirty?! Are you denying the literary value of Journey to the West, Biography of Fengshen and Shan Hai Jing by saying such words?!"
I didn't expect the little girl to suddenly change her face. Luo Qi's eyebrows twisted and she was anxious: "I didn't deny the value of those classical works! Besides, how can your thing be compared with Journey to the West..."
Hearing her call her work "that kind of thing" in a contemptuous tone, Ai Luo finally couldn't bear it.
She raised the Q&A card prepared by the program group in her hand, strode to the front of the camera, stuck the card in front of the camera, and growled angrily: "This card is written with the questions that the hostess Luo Qi should have asked and the answers that I should have answered! Now, as you can see, this woman didn't ask according to the questions on the Q&A card at all, but provoked me with sarcastic words! "
Speaking of this, Ai Luo removed the Q&A card, and what appeared on the camera was her wronged tears, dizzy eye makeup and extremely angry face: "You look down on my work! But I can't tolerate the guy who divides the blood clan into fictional characters! Here, I implore the blood clan in front of the TV set to show up! I am willing to take my own blood as your dinner, only to ask the noble blood clan to take me away from this world! What the hell is the program? I won't record it! I can't stand you hypocritical human beings any longer! I am willing to use my life to prove the truth of the blood clan! My address is BTA Street Moonlight Allure Community, Room 1403, Building X! I will wash my neck and wait for you... "
"The child is crazy, fast forward the advertisement!"
I don't know who shouted this sentence, but the camera shook a few times and went dark. A few seconds later, a milk powder advertisement appeared on the TV screen.
