Original Suspense Novel: "ℬ𝓁𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒹 ℳ𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓇" EP32

But he had forgotten everything. Fang Guodong took out two diaries from the bottom of the box. One had a blue cover, and the other was red. The blue cover was inscribed with crooked pencil handwriting: "Chen Mo". Chen Mo opened the first page. The date was a day in September, eighteen years ago. The handwriting was childish, and some of the phonetic symbols were misspelled: "Today the teacher said we have to move down the mountain. I don't know what's down there, but I don't want to go. The knot on the banyan tree hasn't been untied yet, Grandma said it protects us." He flipped to the middle, and the date jumped forward a few months: "Someone came. They were wearing black clothes, and Grandma said not to look at them. But I peeked, and they put something in the temple. I don't know what it is, but the lights were on all night that day." The handwriting on the last few pages became hurried and frantic: "They said they were taking us away. The adults were arguing. Grandpa said no, but the village chief said we had to go. At night, I heard cars outside. I wanted to run out and see, but Mom held me. She said, 'Don't make a sound, don't move, it'll be fine when morning comes.' I asked her where we were going, but she didn't answer." The last page had only one sentence, written with such force that the tip of the pen almost pierced the paper: "Morning never came." The diary ended here. Chen Mo closed the diary. His fingers were cold, but his palms were sweating. The air in the garage was cold and damp, yet he felt a burning heat in his chest. "You wrote this diary, didn't you?" (To be continued)