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是风吗?秋天的剪刀手,冷傲、凌厉地挥舞,树枝随之发出丝丝拉拉的惨叫。又或是猫?孤零零的流浪者,黑闪似的,冷不丁出现在外窗台上,喉咙里咕哝着跟眼神一样阴郁的声响。还或是梦?来源不明的、令人脊背发冷、汗毛倒立的窸窸窣窣,归因于潜意识在梦境中玩的仿生戏法……不,是人!冰冷的呼吸拍击到了秋离的脸。秋离一激灵,猛地睁开眼。她没看到窗帘筛过的朦胧月光。黑暗遮蔽了视线,也带来了巨大恐惧。大幅度翻滚,秋离尖叫着滚到地上。她想爬起来往外跑,脚却被带落的被单绊住了。起来!快跑!大脑皮层发出红色警报。秋离奋力甩开被单,一条腿跪起,另一条腿不及发力,脚踝就被什么拽住了,是五根冰冷的手指,属于死神的。
Is the wind? Autumn scissors hand, cold proud, sharply waved, the branches issued slightest screams. Or a cat? A solitary wanderer, black and frivolous, appearing coldly on the windowsill with a gloomy voice in his throat. Or is it a dream? An unidentified, chilly, sweaty, upside-down bark, due to subliminal bionic play in dreams ... No, it’s the cold! face. Fall from a ghost, suddenly opened his eyes. She did not see the dim moonlight over the curtains. Darkness obscured the sight, but also brought tremendous fear. Dramatic roll, autumn screaming rolled to the ground. She wanted to get up and run, but her feet were caught in the slippery cover. Get up! Run! The cortex emits a red alert. Fall away from struggling to get rid of sheets, one leg kneeling, the other leg less force, what was grabbed the ankle, is five cold fingers, belong to the god of death.