A sharp scream came from the bathroom, making the people in the living room almost jump up.
The skinny monkey took the lead and rushed to the door: "Sister Shen!"
He raised his hand to press the doorknob, only to find that the door was locked from the inside.
Shen Jie's voice trembled: "Don't..."
The skinny monkey who didn't know where to go was so excited that he almost hit the door, but fortunately he was stopped by Shen Jie who was inside the door in time.
"Don't think about it..." Shen Jie panted in a low voice, "I locked the door myself... I didn't block you. I blocked myself."
"...If I run out on impulse, and the task is not completed, what should I do?"
... Li Yinhang admired Shen Jie's ruthlessness towards him at this juncture.
She lay on the door and knocked on the door carefully: "Sister, I'll go in and accompany you."
Shen Jie didn't say anything, twisted the door lock and opened a crack for her.
after an hour.
Wrapped in a towel, Shen Jie walked out of the bathroom in a cold sweat.
… This bath has made me feel lonely.
She tried to describe her experience as simply as possible.
Because the feet appeared too fast, and Shen Jie saw it with her head down, she didn't have time to see the whole picture of the person behind her.
She could only grasp the detail description: "The feet are not big."
Nan Zhou asked her, "Is it a child's foot or an adult's foot?"
Shen Jie's face was miserable: "It's like... a woman's foot."
There was silence in the living room.
The second boot fell, but it didn't take anyone any relief.
In horror games, once the plot develops to a certain critical point, or the investigation enters an important stage, ghosts will appear.
In ordinary games, this is a very common routine.
However, even the most difficult games can be reverted infinitely.
But for them now, if they take a wrong step, they may never go back.
When everyone fell into a dead silence, Nan Zhou suddenly raised his head and asked, "Why a woman?"
The others said in unison: "… Huh?"
Nan Zhou repeated: "Why is it a woman?"
Everyone: "… "
Is not this nonsensical
There is only one woman who has clearly died in this family.
The key is that Nan Zhou's expression is very sincere, and it seems that he is really thinking about this issue.
Although he knew that Nan Zhou was a smart person, and he was the one with the most points in this dungeon, his thinking was too elusive and elusive.
The fitness coach who really couldn't keep up with his thoughts became impatient: "Can you ask less questions?"
"Where's Mr. Jiang?" He turned his head to look for the Jiangfang translation machine, "Where did Mr. Jiang go?"
The thin monkey made a "tsk", patted his head, and pointed to the door of the children's room.
... Jiang Fang had already gone in.
at this time.
Jiang Fang was lying on the bed in the children's room alone, with his hands folded in front of his chest, and repeatedly fiddling with his fingers, thereby urging his mind to run at a high speed.
Due to his height, he couldn't lie flat on the cramped children's bed, so he could only hang his feet off the side of the bed and step on the slippers by the side of the bed.
Outside the door, Nanzhou's voice came faintly through the door panel.
"Why is it a woman?"
Hearing this, Jiang Fang suddenly sat up from the bed.
A little inspiration flashed through his mind like a shooting star.
Unfortunately, he didn't have time to catch it, and when he realized it, only the light tail of the meteor was left in his mind.
Jiang Fang frowned, feeling slightly unhappy.
When he confirmed that he really failed to grasp that inspiration and had to lie back on the bed, the door of the children's room was knocked from outside.
Then, a figure slipped in through the crack of the door.
… is Nanzhou holding a quilt and pillow.
Jiang Fang did not move.
Like Nanji Xing squatting on Nan Zhou's shoulder, he watched intently as he rustled the quilt under the bed.
"Miss Li and Shunfeng are sleeping in the living room. I'm here to sleep."
Nan Zhou stated the facts: "They don't understand me."
... very flat tone, but Jiang Fang heard a little grievance from it.
When Jiang Fang repeatedly tried to press the corner of his mouth, Nan Zhou reflected: "Also, it may be because I tore the wallpaper that Shen Jie encountered the incident in the bathroom. I think something may happen tonight. matter."
"So?" Jiang Fang looked at Nanzhou in the dim light of the swimming night light, "You moved in to protect me?"
"Yes." Nan Zhou didn't think about it, "Protect teammates, there will be points."
--gt;gt;
This is the valuable game experience Nanzhou accumulated on the bus.
If you protect your teammates in the same position, one person is worth 100 points.
Jiang Fang: "..."
Nan Zhou: "Why don't you speak?"
Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, Jiang Fang stretched out his hand under the bed: "Your 100 points want to say goodnight to you."
Nan Zhou looked at the hand stretched out in front of him, and gently placed it on his palm: "Late..."
Jiang Fang suddenly held his hand.
Not the tough sense of control and aggression, but close, holding, very light but firm.
He didn't hold it for a long time, and after touching it for a moment, he released it naturally.
Jiang Fang smiled and said, "Today I'm a little over-brained, and I'm back to blood."
Nan Zhou didn't quite understand why holding his hand could restore blood, but he still gave a low "uh" to indicate that he knew.
After turning over, Nan Zhou thought that Jiang Fang's palms were really soft, just as he thought.
After thinking about it, Nan Zhou fell asleep.
He had a dream.
Nan Zhou couldn't remember how long he hadn't had a dream.
In the dream, he was riding a bicycle on the central street of a small town.
Surrounded by people passing by, there are familiar children waving at him and calling him "Mr. Nan".
He nodded to the child, kept his feet, and rode forward until he reached the end of the crowd and the end of the road, and then suddenly braked and got off.
The sunset on the horizon is the same red iron, the pale black mountains stretch to the horizon, and the dead branches beside the road are like slender ghost hands, grabbing straight to the sky.
Sitting on the bicycle seat, he quietly watched the blood-stained sunset disappear in the sky. He slowly devoured an entire apple before turning the car around, wearing the moonlight that was especially dimmed by the bright starlight, and returned to the town. A brightly lit home.
The mother smiled and said, "are you back?"
Nan Zhou: "Yeah."
The younger sister stuck her head out: "Are you back?"
Nan Zhou: "Yeah."
Father is gentle and loving: "back?"
Nan Zhou: "Yeah."
After responding one by one, he put down the schoolbag full of paint, rolled up his sleeves, and walked into the kitchen.
But he found that a stranger was actually in his kitchen, serving steaming cakes from the oven.
Probably hearing the sound, the man turned around and said with a smile, "... back?"
In the dream, Nan Zhou could not see his face clearly.
He tried every means, and tried his best to find out who he was.
Walk around in front of him.
grab his shoulders.
Try to hold his face.
But he just couldn't see who he was.
Nan Zhou asked, "Who are you?"
The man was always smiling in a huddle, and he refused to tell him.
Nan Zhou suddenly woke up with the sound of rapid breathing.
A warm light shone through the window.
The sky is clear.
The elevated body temperature gradually normalized, and the disturbed breathing gradually stabilized.
But his spirit was still in a trance.
Nan Zhou has a little problem with dreaming.
… He does not easily escape from the dream.
Nan Zhou stared at the ceiling in front of him, trying to focus his attention on a certain reality and speed up the process of thinking.
However, he watched, frowning.
… He felt as though something wasn’t quite right.
At this moment, a classic scolding from a fitness coach came from outside: "Fuck!!"
Nan Zhou bounced off the ground and sat up.
It was not until he sat firmly that he was convinced that all this was not his illusion.
The house in front of them had a wonderful... no, a strange distortion.
… the house has shrunk as a whole.
When Nan Zhou stood up, the top of his head almost touched the ceiling.
He had a dream all night, and was slapped by the ceiling again, and a blackness suddenly flashed in front of him, and he fell backwards and sat on the bed.
When Nan Zhou couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, he was embraced by one hand and rubbed the top of his hair.
Nan Zhou looked at Jiang Fang, who was awake beside him, and suddenly felt that he was very familiar.
But the content of the dream, within a few minutes of waking up, has gradually faded away.
After looking straight at him for a while, Nan Zhou pointed to the ceiling and whispered, "... It fell."
"It's alright." Jiang Fang patted his back and comforted him gently, "Even if the sky falls, I'm lucky I'm still tall." :,