Nan Zhou didn't seem to be bothered by the gentleman's behavior of "ladies first", and it was only natural that he lay flat on the bed.
Li Yinhang really couldn't sleep.
After this tense day, she really stretched her legs and closed her eyes now, but she felt that this day was like a dream.
Brains bursting, people who turned into mushrooms, pompous and cold-eyed NPCs, and supernatural tasks that had to be undertaken...
Just before being swallowed up by fear, anxiety and loneliness, Li Yinhang pressed his throat and asked the dark shadow lying on the bed, "Are you asleep?"
With Nan Zhou's indifference to people and things, she didn't even dare to hold the plan that "he will respond".
next second.
Nan Zhou: "No."
Li Yinhang: "..." Because she didn't have expectations, she didn't even plan what she wanted to say.
During the awkward and long silence, Li Yinhang saw Nan Zhou's hand hanging from the bed.
Nanji Xing ran out along his arm, jumped three times and two times to his palm, erected his upper body, and looked around.
Nan Zhou's voice was still warm: "You go to sleep with her tonight."
Nanji Xing snorted, a little reluctantly.
Nan Zhou volleyed and dropped something.
Li Yinhang looked at a fresh apple and threw it down, hitting his quilt.
Nanji Xing's eyes suddenly lit up, he barked like a milk dog, and the small plane slid down, hugging Li Yinhang's wrist to catch the apple, and fluffy rubbed coquettishly.
At this moment, Li Yinhang looked at the complete apple in his hand and just wanted to know its source.
In the end she came to the conclusion:
Grass, you dare to hide the apples of the haunted house.
But such a move has pulled her spirit back from the brink of losing control: "Thank you."
Nan Zhou: "It doesn't matter, this is what you should thank."
Nan Zhou: "Don't crush it."
Li Yinhang: "...Oh."
Taunt 8, well deserved.
Because of this episode, the nightmare Li Yinhang imagined did not happen.
She even had a dream of going on a swing in the jungle with Antarctica.
When Li Yinhang woke up, it was already bright and Nan Zhou was no longer in bed.
The South Pole Star was still there, holding a half-eaten apple and sleeping in a small nest beside her pillow.
Li Yinhang walked out of the second bedroom door, only to realize that he was already up late.
She glanced at the clock.
It is now 7:40 a.m. copy time.
The door to the children's room was closed.
Jiang Fang hadn't completed the task that could end at 8 o'clock.
The trio in the living room obviously hadn't slept well, and all of them had a low-pressure face of class struggle.
But following their line of sight, Li Yinhang found that the trio, who were sitting at risk, were looking at Nan Zhou with the eyes of an idiot.
Nan Zhou was sitting at the dining room table, with a locked box on his knees that had been thrown upside down from somewhere, and a set of household hardware tool boxes that had been pulled out from somewhere beside him.
He was poking the box slowly.
The skinny monkey saw Nan Zhou playing with boxes since he woke up, and stared at him for a long time, only to realize that Nan Zhou was far more interested in boxes than their eyes attacked.
He couldn't help but ask eagerly, "What are you doing?!"
Shen Jie stopped him for a while, and said by herself, "This kind of thing with a lock needs a key to break open. It's pointless for you to use something to pry it."
Nan Zhou looked at Shen Jie and nodded: "Well, I know."
Then keep poking.
Shen Jie: "..." A rookie player who doesn't turn his head, no matter how good-looking he is, he is still an idiot.
The skinny monkey lip-synced to his teammates: "Crazy. Leave him alone."
Nan Zhou continued to play with his box.
Li Yinhang felt that he couldn't figure out what the boss was thinking, so he looked at Nan Zhou and signaled that he was still alive, and then he honestly went to the bathroom to wash his face.
The water from the faucet is normal, the water quality is very clear, and even the faint smell of the faucet is familiar to Li Yinhang.
It's all like a normal family.
… It’s just that at this moment, the more normal and weirder it is.
Li Yinhang washed his face, and there was a sudden knock on the door behind him.
Chen Sufeng in the two-person group held a basin of water and said, "The sewer in the master bedroom is a little blocked, and the water can't flow, so I'll pour it here."
Li Yinhang gave him half of his body.
Looking at Chen Sufeng who was pouring water, she hesitated.
… There is a problem, she has been concerned about it since yesterday.
She asked quietly, "Then... you and Mr. Yu are... a couple?"
Normally, teaming up with someone with limited mobility is not the most cost-effective option by any means.
The age difference between the two of them is there, it can't be classmates, and there is no similarity in their faces, they don't look like blood relatives.
So Li Yinhang thought that there might be other reasons that bound them together.
"Who am I with?"
Chen Sufeng asked casually, and when he reacted, his face suddenly flushed, his hand slipped, and he almost knocked off a corner of the enamel basin.
He waved his hands again and again, his face flushed red inside and out, and even his ears turned pink.
"Me and him, neither of us..."
Suddenly, a helpless chuckle came from behind the two of them.
"Not with him."
At some point, Yu Tuisi rolled his wheelchair and came behind them.
He seemed to be talking about something as natural as eating and breathing, so natural that he didn't even need to shy away and be coy: "It's me and his brother."
Chen Sufeng pursed his lips: "Well, my brother..."
Yu Tuisi took over the words: "It's been two years."
After he finished speaking, he did not forget to give Li Yinhang the look of "the child is squeamish, don't care about him".
Immediately, he turned the man's square ring on the ring finger of his left hand, and said lightly, "No matter what other people think, winning this game is very valuable to me."
The house was not big, and Yu Tuisi's voice reached the living room.
The trio looked at each other.
Thin Monkey whispered: "It turned out to be gay, no wonder the energy on his body is different from that of normal people."
Shen Jie pouted and didn't take it to heart, Quan Dang heard a worthless gossip.
Nan Zhou, who was addicted to the research box, raised his head.
- The "value" that Yu Tuisi mentioned probably refers to the wish made by the wishing pool in Rusty City.
He thought, well, winning that game would be valuable to me too.
Chen Sufeng's expression was a little awkward: "Brother Yu, why are you here?"
Yu Tusi replied, "Because the time is almost up."
--gt;gt;
A word woke the dreamer.
Everyone turned their attention to the clock on the wall.
Nan Zhou also put down the box and stared at the closed door of the children's room.
… It’s 7:59.
There was still no movement in the children's room.
The atmosphere was stagnant for a while.
When the second hand moved over the top grid, Jiang Fang still did not come out.
Just as the group looked at each other, suspecting that they would see Jiang Fang's body lying on the bed when the door was opened, Nan Zhou had already strode to the door of the children's room, and without hesitation he pushed the door open—
Jiang Fang leaned against the head of the bed, facing the phone that was replaying last night's video, and re-tied his disbanded hair little by little.
Hearing the door slam, he raised his head and met Nan Zhou's eyes.
He smiled softly: "Good morning."
The first night was as peaceful as if nothing had happened.
There was still an hour before the assignment at nine o'clock, long enough for them to exchange information.
After listening to Jiang Fang's brief description of the situation last night, Shen Jie was inevitably disappointed: "Nothing really happened?"
Jiang Fang: "The bed is a little smaller, and I woke up once in the middle of the night, does that count?"
Shen Jie asked, "Did you dream?"
"No." Jiang Fang said, "I still left a pen and paper beside the bed. I plan to write it down when I wake up if I have a dream."
Too bad he didn't dream of anything.
Shen Jie turned her eyes to Li Yinhang's phone in disappointment: "So nothing was recorded?"
"what… "
Jiang Fang imitated Nan Zhou's appearance and lengthened his tone slightly: "...It's not that nothing was recorded."
Jiang Fang dialed the five-time-speed video progress bar to the position where the recording started for about two hours.
Because of the double-speed relationship, Shen Jie only felt that the screen flashed by and saw nothing.
Jiang Fang said "sorry", cut off the double speed that he forgot to turn off, and went back half a minute to locate it accurately.
in the video.
Keeping the mobile phone with the screen off and recording pointed at the ceiling, the starry night light runs slowly in a fixed trajectory.
However, the next second, the ambient light around the phone suddenly brightened.
Holding the mobile phone, Shen Jie instinctively shivered, enduring the fear of staring at it.
—But in front of the screen there was nothing at all except darkness.
And soon, the ambient light gradually disappeared.
But the next moment it disappeared, it lit up again.
After going back and forth three or four times, Guangliang turned over slightly with the sound of Jiang Fang and returned to silence.
The fitness coach frowned and said, "That's it?"
Jiang Fang ignored him and asked Li Yinhang, the owner of the aircraft, "Under what circumstances does the screen turn on repeatedly?"
Li Yinhang seemed to be strangled by something, feeling that he was about to be unable to speak.
She said with difficulty: "... face recognition."
Nowadays, the face recognition function of mobile phones is that as long as the camera reads that a face enters a certain range, it will automatically scan and verify whether to unlock it.
… This picture involuntarily appeared in her mind:
At two o'clock in the middle of the night, something came to Jiang Fang's bed.
It lowered its head and lay down close to him, quietly examining Jiang Fang's face.
It asked silently with its eyes.
-"Are you asleep?"
-"Really?"
Others inevitably made such associations.
There was silence in the living room.
"This..." The fitness coach was a little bit at a loss for words. "It can't be judged... Maybe when you turned over, your face accidentally entered the range of the camera."
He pointed to the screen: "Look, as soon as you turn over, it won't light up."
Jiang Fang replied calmly: "It's also possible."
Li Yinhang scratched the goosebumps on his arm, feeling that his fear was relieved a lot.
It's not that she believed the fitness instructor's speculation.
The reaction of the party involved, Jiang Fang, was so calm. She was a bystander, and she was so frightened that she screamed and seemed to be superfluous.
The discussion resulted in no results.
Except for the little thing that the phone suddenly turned on inexplicably, nothing really happened last night.
After an hour of discussion, it was Chen Sufeng's turn to complete the task of "writing homework".
After the mission officially started, the job function was successfully unlocked.
Everyone sifted through all the books of "Xiao Ming" that could be called "homework", and found that the homework was not difficult at all. It was an ordinary third-grade elementary school "Happy Summer Vacation" workbook.
Shen Jie couldn't believe that there would be no clues, so she flipped through all the workbooks by herself, and finally came to a discovery—
Xiao Ming has two math workbooks.
One was issued by the school, and the reference answer was torn off.
The other book was probably bought from a bookstore, and I didn't even have time to tear off the price tag of 6 yuan and 5 yuan.
… It's just normal schoolboy operation.
With no clues at hand, Chen Sufeng was a little nervous.
Yu Tuisi patted his head in a protective manner: "Don't worry, Brother Yu will accompany you."
Chen Sufeng let out a "hmm" and touched the back of his head where Yu Tuisi had touched, holding the pencil, his heart was burning warmly.
He didn't even dare to make mistakes, and wrote English words stroke by stroke on the blank notebook.
And Yu Tuisi was behind him, took a children's picture book and turned it page by page.
Taking advantage of the present, everyone starts a carpet search for 100 square meters of apartments.
Literally, the carpet has been lifted for you.
Li Yinhang followed the trio, working hard without complaining, and went rummaging through things.
Nan Zhou was able to hold on very well, and continued to flip his box upside down. Naturally, the trio got a lot of scorn.
Jiang Fang only walked around the kitchen, sat down beside Nan Zhou, and said with a smile, "Don't you want to take a look?"
"There are too many people, and it's more troublesome." Nan Zhou said, "I'll go after they finish their search."
Jiang Fang looked at the box in his hand: "What is this?"
Nan Zhou answered bluntly: "I don't know."
Jiang Fang: "Do you want to open it?"
Nan Zhou: "It's not difficult to open it. I just want to practice my skills."
Nan Zhou: "...that's the [theft]."
Li Yinhang, who happened to pass by: "..."
If she understands correctly...
Nan Zhou, now, is in a ghost copy, prying the fixed props in the game and practicing his skills.
But Jiang Fang didn't express any surprise, just smiled a little more tenderly: "Come on."
Nan Zhou didn't lift his head, and responded in a hurry: "... uh." :,