When Park Xiujin saw the middle-aged woman's mouth, she almost took a step back, but fortunately, she was quite courageous and barely looked away. In order to hide her reaction, she lowered her head and translated a sentence on her mobile phone, and handed it to her. Middle-aged woman: [Is it possible?]
The middle-aged woman looked numb, she nodded, then picked up a jar of wine on the front desk, held it to her chest, lifted the curtain, and walked into the backyard again.
Park Xiujin retracted his gaze from looking at her back, turned around and came to the rest of the reincarnators, took out a pen and wrote in English on his task book: [She agreed.]
[But while we were talking, I noticed that her mouth... doesn't seem to have a tongue.]
When writing these lines, Park Xiujin stuck out his tongue and licked his lips with lingering fears, and ate a little lipstick.
Shimizu picked up his pen. For these reincarnators, because of the existence of the task book, carrying a pen has become routine. He also turned over a blank page and wrote: [Since she promised us to live, we will Living here, you can slowly inquire about the news of the town.]
Lance glanced at Park Xiujin, lowered his head and wrote a line of words. His handwriting was very beautiful, in that kind of elegant flowery English: [Without a tongue, could it be related to the person in the opening CG? Anyone who opens his mouth will have his tongue... taken away?]
Shimizu: [It is very possible, but she is still alive, and the price of breaking the taboo is not fatal?]
They discussed around a round table in the hotel lobby, which was covered with white paper with writing on it.
Thai did not participate in their discussion, the taciturn Thai standing at the door, looking out of the hotel.
Xiao Li stood opposite him, two figures like two door gods, one on the left and one on the right.
Tai can't be considered handsome, but he has sharp edges and corners. He raised his head and glanced at Xiao Li, who was on the side. He didn't make any movement. His pupils shrank suddenly, condensing on a family diagonally opposite the hotel—
There was a crack in the wooden door over there, and a figure was secretly peeping at them. When Tai looked over, he hurriedly closed the door.
Tai glanced back at the quiet one, took out the pen, and walked towards the house.
Xiao Li leaned against the door and stared at Tai's back for a while, his black eyes glistening in the sunlight of the day. He wanted to let the sea breeze blow for a while, but in the end he followed.
The wooden door is very old, it is the kind of wooden board with a gap in the middle, and there are barbs on it.
Tai tore off a piece of paper, wrote a sentence, and tucked it into the crack of the door.
The figure inside moved, "he" or "she" picked up the note, and then there was silence behind the door for a while, and another sheet of paper was stuffed back.
Tai picked it up and looked at it, and there was a long paragraph on it. Because it was written in a hurry, the handwriting was very scribbled: [Don't come to me, I just want to tell you not to stay in that hotel, because the boss there is already dead!]
[The boss husband over there died early and was a widow who lived with his daughter. Three years ago, her daughter passed away unexpectedly because of something. She was too grief-stricken when organizing the funeral. She left within a few days, and the hotel was vacant. Everyone in the town knew about this. Only when outsiders came to town, they would see her in the hotel.]
[If you don't believe me, you can take a look. The hotel has not been cleaned at all in recent years, and it is so dirty.]
Xiao Li looked at the note from the side, he frowned slightly, and saw half of his face through the gap in the wooden door.
It belonged to an old man, with age spots all over his face, deep wrinkles at the end of his eyes, and a hazy look in his eyes.
Xiao Li put his hand on the door and pushed the door with all his might, but the door didn't move at all. The face at the door was frightened and turned around and walked into the house.
Outside the wooden door, Tai was silent for a moment at the note full of Chinese, and Xiao Li, in the spirit of helping others, took him back to the hotel to translate it.
Shimizu and the others looked at the latest information, even his hands couldn't help shaking.
Park Xiujin wrote a sentence in his notebook: [There is an old saying in China, it is better to believe what it has than to believe it does not exist.]
Lance asked back: [Where do we live then?]
[Try it at other people's house...]
[Can't make a sound, as long as the door is locked, how can others get in?]
Qingshui was frowning, worrying about the next place to stay, and suddenly felt someone behind him - he immediately turned around and found that it was the hotel owner!
The boss walks like a cat, silently. Several reincarnations present turned their backs to the backyard, but they didn't even notice her.
The hotel owner stared at the note with strange eyes, Qingshui's eyes were quick, he grabbed the note in his hand, and smiled awkwardly at the boss.
The boss ignored him, she walked to the front desk, took out the pen from under the table, wrote a paragraph, then threw the note to Qingshui, and walked back to the backyard.
Shimizu opened it up and saw that there was also a large paragraph above:
[Have you seen that old man?]
[Oh, that's good, it shows that you have a relationship with him, after all, he has been dead for three years.]
Shimizu's Chinese is not bad. Japan and China are similar to each other. He once studied abroad in college. When he read here, he broke out in a cold sweat.
[Did he advise you to move out? I won't stop you, you can move if you want, whether you are stupid enough to live in his house is your own business, I can't control it. It's just that I am also a mother, and in the heart of being a parent, I would advise against it.]
[The old man never married. One day three years ago, he fell down at home, and no one helped him, so he passed away. The funeral was organized by the neighbors. But the scary thing is that when a foreigner comes over, he often says that we are all ghosts, which is really funny.]
Two people, two opinions.
It's just… terrifying to think about.
Shimizu translated the note and placed it in the middle of the table.
Xiao Li was a little interested. He stood on the edge, looked up at the backyard, patted his stomach again, and walked out from the hotel door.
His footsteps were also soft, hardly noticed, except for AK47, but he didn't say anything.
Qingshui picked up the pen and said: [What do you think, who do you believe?]
[This reminds me of a story I read,] Park Xiujin clenched the pen, [It is about a couple who participated in a mountaineering team to explore a snow-capped mountain, and encountered an avalanche on the way. The girl and the others were separated, and she found a cave to rest. On the way, members of the mountaineering team found her and said that her boyfriend had died unfortunately, and they were the only ones left, and asked her to go with them. The girl just wanted to leave, but her boyfriend appeared on the other side and told her loudly that all the other climbers were dead, and he was the only one left. Let the girl run away.]
Lance unbuttoned his shirt and took out a cross necklace from his neck. He clenched the cross tightly, sensed it for a while, and shrugged and shook his head.
This kind of Asian supernatural is the type of dungeon he hates the most, and he doesn't sense the devil's breath.
[… Vote to decide. ] Shimizu wrote on the paper two options: "Trust the old man" and "Trust the boss".
No one has voted yet.
Shimizu's nib dipped under the former, and then dropped ink on the latter.
Time passed by minute by minute, and after I don't know how long, Shimizu ticked under the latter.
Just after he finished this example, a hand stretched out from the side. Xiao Li took the pen in his hand and wrote the third option next to the two options: "I don't believe it at all."
Qingshui was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look at Xiao Li, this sight made Qingshui even more stunned.
The black-haired boy in front of him not only held a pen, but also grabbed a peach in his other hand that he did not know where—Xiao Li raised the peach in his hand at him to show his friendship.
Shimizu: [... Sherlock, who are you?]
Xiao Li held the peach in his left hand, and quickly wrote in his right: [I just went shopping.]
Shimizu: ? ?
Also stole a peach? !
Xiao Li wrote: [The peaches are just a gift from the house, if you want, there are also there.]
Qingshui was really stunned this time. Before he continued to write, Xiao Li had already continued: [Are you trying to ask me how I know? Quite simply, your eyes betray your doubts.]
Shimizu: [… … ]
When Shimizu crashed, Lance took over his burden.
[Sherlock, you just said... a house?]
[There is an ancient house in the south. I found it when I was looking for food. No one lives there and it is deserted. We can live there.] Xiao Li nodded.
Park Xiujin showed a complicated look. She rolled up her hair with her hands and straightened her beautiful ponytail: […Really?]
She couldn't imagine that someone went out and brought back such a large amount of information? !
Xiao Li made a "please go and have a look" gesture: [Go out and turn right, go straight, turn left, and see a peach tree, next to the peach tree is the house.]
Qingshui swallowed a mouthful of saliva and finally felt his own voice. He asked below Xiao Li's words: "How did you find out?"]
[Want to hear the truth?] Xiao Li took a bite of the peaches, [I met a man who stood outside the wall of that house, picking peaches from the fruit trees inside, and he brought a basket of peaches back to himself. I wanted to ask him to buy something to eat, but he didn't open the door, so I stuffed a note and asked him.]
[He gave it to you?]
[No, I said I paid for it, he told me to get out, and wrote "Death to the outsider" on a piece of paper, I said kindly that I would set the alarm on my phone and throw it into his yard, he He opened the door and gave me the peaches. By the way, he wrote a small note and replied that my house was empty and no one lived there.]
Reincarnators: [… ]
Don't ask, ask is to control violence with violence, simple and rude.
Shimizu showed a complicated look.
[Then I went over there for a walk, and it was indeed empty.]
Shimizu: [Let's… go and see?]
There was no objection, and they stood up, being careful not to touch the tables, chairs, and benches, and walked out of the hotel.
Xiao Li walked the slowest, and he was going to eat this peach before going - he ate it very quietly, his lips were stained with peach juice, and he looked very fresh.
The little Huangben he placed on the table shook slightly: [What are you thinking?]
Xiao Li licked the peach juice from his lips, but he was leisurely: [Thinking about how to really let go.]
Xiao Huangben: [Do you know what I'm thinking about when I'm empty?]
Xiao Li took another bite of the peach, but didn't answer.
Xiao Huangben said: [I miss the person I like.]
[His hair and eyes are dark, like a starry sky, but soft to the touch. I don't usually like black that much, but on him it was different.]
[His nose is very high and straight. I wanted to bite on the tip of his nose several times, but I was afraid that it would be bitten off. And lips, his lips are beautifully shaped and perfect for kissing.]
Xiao Huangben's words carried a bit of connotation: [Especially when it is wet.]
The author has something to say: Xiao Li: I shouldn’t have eaten that peach, next time I’ll have a dry one (.