The night is filled with mist and nightmares shrouding the distant ancient European country. They all said that the night in that country is very dangerous, and every resident is on tenterhooks, fearing that a half-dead bird will appear in front of the door in the middle of the night and ring your doorbell. The night enveloped the streets, and there were no drunken people wandering around. There were no ragged beggars by the garbage dumps. The crows sat on the street lamps, and the street lamps flickered on and off. On the street, a little girl took steps, walking step by step on the street. Wherever she went, she was accompanied by the sound of "crow, caw, crow". It was like a death-like voice echoing beside the street. Suddenly, the sound stopped abruptly.
"Ah! I will steal your memories today."
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