"Emma! Jesus Christ! Emma! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The broken sound was stirred into countless pieces in the surging sea breeze. The faint shouting could not be clearly identified. Maybe it was the words I heard, maybe it wasn't. The swaying feeling hanging in the air was completely defeated by the raging sound of sea waves, as if the fragments of words were scattered in every corner, unable to be pieced together, leaving only heart-wrenching regret and fear, floating in the cold wind.

The last trace of temperature in the air was extinguished.

Michael was stunned for a moment, his breathing stopped subconsciously, looking at Lance at a loss. Did he hear it wrong? Or was it just a misunderstanding? Or was it the other "Emma", there were quite a lot of Emma at the party tonight? Otherwise, both of them subconsciously began to search around, but the surging crowds were crowded together, and Emma could not be seen at all. The despairy whimpering sounds in the wind were still drifting, the night was so cold that it was suffocating, and all thoughts were numb, but Michael didn't even have time to make a sound. He saw Lance turning around quickly and running wildly, and the night instantly swallowed Lance's figure.

The blood instantly solidified, and the biting cold burst out from the inside out, causing the muscles to hurt. The elegant and calm mask was directly hit and shattered. He didn't even have time to hide it. The most real and most fragile self was exposed nakedly, and his smile was stiff on his lips, like a broken doll, with a little expression peeling off. The emotions swept through the heart hard, and suddenly they couldn't breathe, and even his brain stopped running. There was no fear, no worries, no fear, just panic, terrible, and so panic that he couldn't find the direction. The panic pinched the soul tightly, and before he could react, he turned around and started running.

The sound of the wind whistled by his ears. He was running, running with all his strength, just like the end of the world. He had no reason, no emotions, or even no thoughts, and his numb and stiff brain was completely occupied by panic in panic. He looked up and saw only a darkness, endless darkness, looking around in a daze, but he could not find a direction at all.

He was panicked, completely panicked, and he was so panicked, without warning, unstoppable, as if the whole world had collapsed. Lance felt that he was slowly sinking, as if he had fallen into the boundless sea, his limbs were firmly fixed, and then slowly sinking. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not move a finger, and could only let himself sink. The light was swallowed by the sea water little by little, and large areas of darkness stretched out its tentacles, quietly pounced over, grabbed his ankle, slowly, slowly, gradually, and gradually pulled down. The light around began to become more and more ethereal, and almost disappeared.

"Help! Emma! Emma! Is anyone there? Is anyone here to help?"

The broken sound was left with only a vague words, tears and saliva seemed to have completely blurred the words, but it was like a ray of light, pulling Lance in one direction, he was completely unaware that he was still running, running selflessly, he couldn't even feel his feet, he was just running. Emma? Where is Emma? Where is she?

"Here! Here! Here!" The voice was getting closer and closer. Lance only felt a forceful pull. A blurry face shaking in front of his eyes in the darkness. Tears made his whole face look unreal. Only those scarlet eyes released the light of asking for help, "Hurry, save Emma, ​​hurry! Please, please!"

Turning his head, Lance saw a faint white dot on the dark sea, swaying in the surging waves. The faint shaking was almost swallowed by the waves, making people unable to determine what was going on. However, Lance had no time and space to think, nor had the ability to think. He pulled off his suit jacket and sprinted into the sea in accelerating sprint. In almost a second, the cold sea water completely swallowed him, and his limbs began to become numb, but Lance couldn't feel it at all. He needed to work hard, and he tried harder.

The whole world became quiet at this moment, as if there was no sound at all, and it was so quiet that it was terrifyingly quiet that the fierce waves were constantly surging, as if they had used all their strength, and the distance they were moving forward was very limited, and even a illusion that the distance was getting farther and farther away, making people desperately want to give up.

No, absolutely not give up!

Looking up, Lance tried to distinguish the direction, but the sea was left with only a surging surging, and the white dots disappeared, and the white dots had disappeared. The darkness could not see the end or the direction. The boundless darkness was like a sleeping giant beast, swallowing all the light of hope. Turning behind him, the light of the villa supported the entire navy blue night sky like a torch. The surging crowd turned into a row of tiny coastlines, rising and falling, but when he turned his head again, there was still endless darkness around him, as if even the sea had turned into ink.

Where is the human? Where is the direction? In which direction should he swim?

There was no time, he had no time to hesitate, calm down, he had to calm down, only by calming down can he let go, this was his only chance. He gritted his teeth again, swung his arms vigorously, and incredible energy burst out from his body, swam wildly in the direction of memory, and then he plunged into the water, constantly waving his limbs, trying to touch his warm body.

But, no, there is no, except for the sea water or sea water, the resistance seems to be getting stronger and stronger. The cold sea water begins to eat the temperature of the blood, and even the soul begins to tremble. No, there is still no sign. Even the crying and crying on the coast become weaker. The world is so quiet that it seems that as long as you breathe a lightly, it will be completely quiet. Then, there is no more, all worries, all entanglements, all ambitions, and all dreams will completely disappear.

He was so tired, he was really tired, it would be great if he could relax and rest. He really wanted to take a break.

"Bang", with a muffled sound, his left leg kicked something, his eyes lit up, the air in his lungs was almost insufficient, but he had no time to float out of water to breathe, and subconsciously swam in the direction of his left leg, no, still no wait, there, there! He grabbed something! It was the arm! It was Emma's arm!

But why is it so heavy, why is it so heavy? He used all his strength to wrap his body around his thin shoulders and kicked his legs quickly. The oxygen was no longer oxygen, and his lungs were burning heavily. The burning flame spread from his lungs and rushed towards his limbs. Every muscle in his body was tingling, but it still did not break through the water surface.

There was no trace of light on the horizontal surface above my head. Except for darkness, it was still darkness. The quiet darkness seemed to be unable to see an end at all.

"Hu!" Finally, he broke through the water surface. He began to breathe in big mouthfuls, but there was no time to rest. The person in his arms was not moving at all, as if he had lost his breath. The panic in his heart began to surge again, surging. No, he must not panic. It was too late, everything was too late, he needed to be faster, and faster.

"Here! Here!" A sound full of energy came from not far away. It should be the other people who came to rescue. The voice broke the shackles and began to become lively little by little. Lance only felt that his limbs seemed to have found some strength again, and he quickly kicked his legs. The soles of his feet finally felt the softness of the beach. He tried to stand up, but his ankles suddenly softened and could not leverage the force. He could only continue to kick his legs. The waves rushed to the beach.

A group of people flocked up and dragged the two of them to the beach. The crowd swarmed up quickly. Lance tried to stand up and launched a rescue as soon as possible, but his legs were not strong at all. He staggered and did not follow. He watched helplessly as everyone moved Emma to the ease of the beach and laid it flat. The feeling of powerlessness swept over, making him feel unprecedented helplessness.

"Emma, ​​wuwuwu, wuwu, you can't have anything to do, wuwuwu." The voice of asking for help was crying for help sadly, and the helpless fragility and fearful panic continued to echo in the sound of the waves, crying so hard that it was heartbreaking.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" A voice intervened, as if cardiopulmonary resuscitation was launched.

Lance didn't know where he found strength again, and stood up with great force, step by step, so heavy, but so firm, approached the crowd, and then pushed away the crowd and saw two people in the center of the encirclement. A body without any vitality was lying on the beach, a wet man was squeezing her chest rhythmically, and then leaned down to start artificial respiration.

In the darkness, Lance could not see the face of the body, but could clearly feel the dead body's lifeless body responded without any response. A tinnitus sounded in his ears, buzzing. Lance stumbled forward and tried to squat down, but accidentally knelt on the beach, and then saw the face clearly.

Not Emma Stone.

The tears instantly surged and kind, blurring their vision. Lance raised his hand and wiped away the warmth, and restored his clear vision. He looked carefully and carefully. It was not Emma Stone, she was not Emma Stone, she was not Emma Stone, she was not Emma Stone

This thought grabbed Lance's heart hard. After tensing to the extreme, it was suddenly released. Lance fell to the beach, staring blankly at the chaotic scene in front of him, but there was only one thought in his mind, the only thought: she was not Emma Stone.
Chapter completed!