"Brother, you..." Yu Wen looked at the cloth ball in Madam Hei's mouth and asked in a low voice, "Where did this thing come from?"
You Huo replied: "I touched it in the next room."
He thought about it and added: "It's not dirty."
Yu Wen: "… "
Brother, is this a dirty question
However, the cloth ball was indeed very clean, with beautiful and intricate patterns, and also had a fragrance, which was a bit like the incense emanating from the black woman's house.
Everyone comforted themselves and said: At least it's not the smell that black women hate, right
but…
Is it really okay to do this
Won't you make the black woman angry? ?
Before he left, the village chief said with all his heart that he must not make this old lady angry... It's only been a few minutes
"I think you feel uncomfortable if you don't violate the rules for a day." Qin Qiu, who was forced to become a personal invigilator, said.
Wandering: "The exam requirements that were just broadcast, are there regulations not allowed to suspend listening?"
Qin Qiu: "That's not true."
Youyou: "Is there a rule not to block the mouth of the question?"
Qin Research: "Neither."
Confused: "Where is the violation?"
Qin Qiu seemed to find it interesting. He rushed to the door and said "please", motioning to continue wandering, maybe wanting to see what else he could do.
I saw You Huo took out his mobile phone from his jeans pocket, clicked on the recording interface, and then picked up the cloth ball in the black woman's mouth and said, "Continue."
Everyone: "… "
Black woman: "..."
"Yes! The phone can be used!"
It was only then that everyone realized that they were never forced to shut down for this exam. They had checked the time on their mobile phones a few minutes ago, but no one thought that they could record.
This act of wandering reminded everyone.
For a time, everyone took out their pockets, and 7 candidates and 7 mobile phones were all aimed at the black woman.
Two seconds later, the invigilator Mr. 001 also took out his mobile phone.
The newly joined Chen Bin was cowardly at this time: "Is this really okay? Will she be angry?"
You confused: "It's a little late now."
"… "
The two newcomers suddenly felt that they were on a pirate ship.
The kind that can't come down.
Chen Bin shook his phone for a long time, but found that the black woman's eyes were always on You Huo.
As if no one else matters, the one who provokes her first is the point.
Black woman's eyes have huge pupils, which makes the black part of her eyes extraordinarily large and deep. It's fine when the eyeballs roll, but once fixed, it's like the eyes of a dead man.
Anyone who is stared at by these eyes will be terrified.
But Yuhu didn't care.
The black woman looked at him, and he actually fiddled with the phone with his thin eyelids down, saving the recording file just now.
He was so calm that others were embarrassed to panic.
…
Youhuo saved the recording, and changed the name to "A piece of nonsense", and then asked the black woman: "Is there anything else?"
Granny Hei stared at You Huo blankly for a long time, then giggled again, as if the gag and recording just now were just an insignificant episode, or... She kept the account for later.
Black woman's lean claws... Fingers grabbed You Huo's wrist and dragged him into the door.
He tilted his head to look at the others.
The other candidates did not have so much courage, and when she saw them, they immediately entered the door honestly.
The black woman nodded in satisfaction.
Liang Yuanhao was at the end of the team, just after crossing the stone gate, the door closed behind him with a creak, and the lock clicked. As if something was behind him.
Everyone looked at the closed door, and suddenly remembered the last question of the question, how many people were in the black woman's house...
Everyone's faces turned pale, trying to squeeze together, and no one wanted to be alone.
…
Black woman's house is bigger than expected.
It is said that no matter where the Gypsies lived, they still kept the customs of their ancestors, decorating every room like a carriage awning, and spreading felt and blankets everywhere.
The scent of the aromatherapy in the room was heavier, making people dizzy.
Worn teacups, teaspoons, and trays lay on the windowsills and hearth, and a dark jar on the wooden table.
Youhuo lowered his head and smelled it, smelling the smell of old tea, in addition to the smell of shredded tobacco.
It doesn't smell good, but it can barely save the nasal cavity surrounded by aromatherapy.
The only invigilator was also quite rude. After entering the door, he chose a single sofa and sat down.
Inside the house, there are two bamboo baskets beside the hearth, which are filled with balls of wool, with long and short needles inserted.
Granny Hei reached in, and the charms tinkled together, causing her hand to sink.
She fished out a few woolen dolls from the bamboo basket.
Those puppets are really ugly, their faces and hands and feet are made of gray old cloth, made of cotton balls or long strips, and then sewn together with thick wool.
One of the puppets has been completed and was put into the bib by the black woman. In addition, those are still semi-finished products, some are bad legs, some are bad.
Look at the style of painting, like a witch doll used for divination or curses.
The black woman pointed to the wooden frame in the corner, and grunted another piece of gibberish.
This time, everyone has a lot of experience, and the recording has not been turned off since entering the house, so it was all recorded naturally.
…
Youhuo looked at the wooden frame and saw several sewn dolls sitting side by side on it.
The black woman put the one in the bib too, and then stuffed the wool and needles into everyone's hands one by one.
She pointed to the bamboo basket and said, "#￥*&...(&%"
This time, even in Gypsy, everyone understood what she meant—she told everyone to finish the rest of the dolls.
The black woman took out an hourglass, put it upside down on the wooden table, and left with her back hunched over.
As soon as she went out, there was a series of clicks in the room.
Chen Bin responded quickly, jumped to the window and dragged it twice, and said, "It's all locked... She locked us here, what should I do?"
Yu Wenchong pursed his mouth in the bamboo basket: "The meaning is very obvious, and the hourglass is also placed. Either the hourglass is finished before letting us go, or we have to sew these dolls up before the hourglass is finished."
Everyone looked at each other, hesitantly sat down cross-legged on the street stall, and each picked up the unfinished witch doll and started stunned.
Lao Yu sighed and said, "What else can we do, sew. Since this black woman is the problem, we have to follow her request. What's the point of waiting for the hourglass to finish, right?"
They now subconsciously regard You Huo as the captain, and after speaking a sentence, they always ask about the meaning of You Huo.
But as soon as he turned his head, he found that his nephew was not in a hurry to sit over, but stood by the bed and pulled the curtains to look out.
"What's wrong?" Everyone was nervous.
"It's okay." You Huo said.
He wanted to see where the black woman went.
…
Outside the window, the black woman's back is hunched.
In the blink of an eye, she had actually walked very far, and after a while, she had disappeared into the black woods.
Youyou lowered the curtains.
He was about to return to the hearth, but his footsteps paused.
At the bottom of the wooden frame, there is a doll crooked on the corner, crumbling. There is a layer of gray on it, which is not noticeable. But the leg that came out of the ridge attracted Wandering's eyes.
He walked over, bent over and picked up the doll.
Judging from the fabric and dust, this doll should have been made a long time ago. The workmanship is hasty and crude. Where the limbs and the body are connected, the stitches are crooked, and the arms and slender legs are not the same color.
It made the doll look weird and pitiful.
But that's not the main reason for the bewilderment.
He was eyeing it because it had a pattern on one of its legs.
The doll is shoddy, but the patterns are extremely vivid. Like the tattoos tattooed on the ankles of living people, the group of tattoos is a string of bluebells.
Youhu stared at the tattoo for a few seconds, then reached out and patted the person on the sofa.
Qin Qiu kept his head up and looked at him, he took a picture twice, and said lazily, "Speak."
You Huo held the doll's leg and handed it to him: "Is it familiar? I'm blind, I'm afraid I'll make a mistake."
Qin Qiu looked at the pattern: "Should I be familiar?"
Confused, he clicked his tongue: "The thing I swept out of the confinement room last time... is the bucket at your door, and it seems to have this in it."
Qin Research: "..."
You still have a face? ?