Chapter 14: Emma, pedal faster
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"Hey, what are you doing sitting here?" Bella's voice rang out, and she put her hand on Emma Hatthaway's shoulder.
Emma Hatthaway was called by Bella when she felt like she had fallen from the sky with a terrible pain. She jumped all over her body.
"Who did something to make me jump? Remember me?" Lisa and Bella laughed evilly.
"No, just thinking about what to eat?" Emma Hatthaway laughed, even though her heart skipped a beat.
"This crazy b***h, I told you to eat grilled skewers, do you need to think about what to order?" Lisa smacked Emma Hatthaway on the head, hoping she would wake up.
"Well... then think about what to order, what kind, beef or pork. Grilled skewers also have these kinds of skewers and grilled skewers." After a few seconds of hesitation, Emma Hatthaway also found a reasonable reason. She got up and prepared to leave.
"Hurry up." Lisa and Bella went first.
Emma Hatthaway faced fear again. She did not dare to be alone, so she gathered all the things on the table and stuffed them in her bag and went to Lisa and Bella.
Her bag was not neatly arranged so there was a rustling inside.
The three of them went straight to the garage.
"Hey, why are you going alone today?" Emma Hatthaway asked Lisa.
"If you want to eat with us, you have to go alone." Lisa answered the car while pulling the car out of the garage.
"So where's your brother?"
"It goes with you."
Three people, two electric scooters and a bicycle went together to a barbecue restaurant right at the intersection, and this intersection is a snacking paradise, so it is not free here. Today is also quite crowded. The shops are almost full. Fortunately, when the three of them got there, the grilled meat skewers shop still had two tables. Do not miss the opportunity for three people to jump in and sit without losing their seats.
"Auntie! Give me ten beef skewers." Lisa waved her hand to attract the owner's attention.
"Ten pork skewers too, miss." Bella also spoke loudly.
Friends ordered all the menu, Emma Hatthaway just had to wait to eat. Whenever she went to eat with these two people, she was the one to eat and contribute money, but she couldn't order food.
"Only pork skewers and beef skewers here?" Emma Hatthaway asked Lisa and Bella.
Grilled skewers with beef and pork are probably old. Maybe the new restaurant just reopened without other dishes.
"There's grilled chicken legs, too, and grilled corn." Lisa tilted her head as if thinking if there was anything else. "More beer, over."
"Then order three more grilled chicken legs."
"Three meals are enough." Lisa raised her hand and shouted at the landlady again. "Six more chicken feet, please."
"Okay, wait a minute. It's crowded today." The mistress was busy answering questions in a loud voice.
The three of them were waiting for the food to come out when they chatted.
"Emma, why is your hand hurt?" Lisa took her hand and looked at Emma's palm. Where she was injured at noon.
"Ah, let me tell you." Emma Hatthaway leaned closer to the other two. "I came home from school at noon, met a guy like an addict. He wanted to arrest me. I fell on the road and broke my hand. Fortunately, if there were people to help, there would be no dinner this afternoon."
"Really. That sucks." Lisa gasped, as if she couldn't believe what Emma Hatthaway had just said.
"That guy is thin, to put it bluntly, skin and bones, he looks like a skeleton fresh out of a grave. He looks like a drug addict." When she recounted the figure of that man, she couldn't help but shiver. She still hadn't gotten rid of the dread at noon.
While we were talking, the food was brought out. By the time the owner brought out the grilled skewers, it was already dusk. He only said a few sentences, but time passed very quickly, it was already dark in just a moment.
"Have you asked your mother to come home late, Lisa?" Bella held a hot beef skewer that had just come down from the oven and blew it and asked Lisa.
"Yes, but if I don't ask for it, my mother has not come back yet, so my mother will bring a whip to find me in this whole district." Lisa chewed the meat she had just bitten in her mouth.
The three of them chatted and ate together until evening. Each person paid a part of the money and then said goodbye to each other.
Emma Hatthaway thought that she would come home with Lisa at this hour, she would be less afraid. But no, Lisa went to her grandmother's house today, so she went in the opposite direction to her. So she had the opportunity to go home alone.
On the way back through an empty road, she seemed to see a woman holding a flashlight walking forward.
"Hey lady, can I have a ride?" That woman is still very young, delicate face. His facial features are very lively, and there is a backpack on his shoulder.
But she was afraid, her heart pounding continuously. She did not dare to stop, just being a bad person for once. Emma Hatthaway is afraid to stop, that person is not a person, but a ghost or some demon.
"Emma!"
"Emma!"
There were countless calls all around, voices now happy, now sad, now angry, now majestic, making the hairs on Emma Hatthaway's body stand on end. Emma Hatthaway hastily closed her eyes, afraid that she would see some kind of demon, she kept pedaling, pedaling for her life. As soon as she closed her eyes, she immediately felt her neck go cold! It's like... Something's blowing air on her neck.
Although her eyes were closed, the car was still running on the road, her feet were still pedaling as fast as the wind. But the voice calling her name did not diminish at all, nor did it fade away. It's like being in the back seat of your car.
Sleep rolled in, Emma Hatthaway's eyes closed, just as she was about to drift off to sleep when suddenly a voice pulled her out of her slumber.
"Emma Hatthaway, open your eyes." It was the voice of the man in the white shirt, who was sitting behind her. She opened her eyes, as if hearing a voice made her heart more stable, dispelling the cold feeling inside. My body began to function again.
Her eyes widened, seeing the blurry face of the man looking at her.
"Did you threaten me?" Emma Hatthaway opened her mouth to ask.
"No, that demon's behind the wheel. I'm kicking it down here." The warm, steady voice spoke again.
"Why haven't you appeared in the past nine years?" Emma Hatthaway now regained her composure, she felt the weight of a body, so the pace was slower.
"..."
Receiving no reply, Emma Hatthaway turned back to examine. He was still there, but didn't answer.
"Yesterday you told the people to come save me, right? They said they saw you, wearing white. Surely no one else but you."
"What's your name? Tell me."
Emma Hatthaway had so many questions to ask this man, but she chose this one because she knew the questions she was about to prepare would have no answers. It had been more than nine years since she last met him. In that cold water she could no longer see the figure of the person who had said he would protect her. At that moment, he let go of her hand, leaving her free to sink to the bottom and lose consciousness. Luckily, the next morning she lay on the shore and was still alive. But I only regretted that she hadn't seen him in so many years.
"Christian Pulisic, always behind you."
As soon as Christian Pulisic finished speaking, Emma Hatthaway heard the sound. Her ears immediately pricked up to listen. The sound of footsteps, a lot of footsteps, very even, very resonant. Like a group of people walking.
"Emma, pedal faster." Christian Pulisic repents Emma Hatthaway.
As if prompted by some force, Emma Hatthaway pedaled as fast as she could when she heard Christian Pulisic's words.
She closed her eyes and pedaled continuously, as if forgetting the weight of a man sitting behind.
Christian Pulisic was kicking the arm that was clinging to the rear of the other demon's car with his foot, his eyes looking into the distance nervously. As if seeing something very scary.
Knowing that he was about to be in danger, Christian Pulisic did not need to deal with the female demon anymore, kicking the demon away with a strong kick.
"What's going on, who's here?" As she pedaled and asked, she was afraid that when she got out of danger, Christian Pulisic would disappear.
"Ghost."
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