Although he was secretly muttering in his heart, Xiao Li did not demolish Shen Mirage's stage in front of the stranger's neighbor, but nodded and said, "As he said, we are a couple who just moved in."
Then, under the hot gaze of the young man, Xiao Li reluctantly added the last sentence: "...he is my husband."
Although the last two words were weak and almost inaudible, Shen Mizhi's eyes lit up in an instant.
Seeing this, the man next door muttered "two men" in a low voice, and then greeted perfunctorily: "Well then, welcome to move in."
After saying this, he didn't intend to continue chatting with Xiao Li and the two. He opened the door of his house with the key, and after entering, kicked off the slippers on his feet, and slammed the wooden door.
This house is an old-fashioned building, and the sound insulation is not good. Through the door, Xiao Li could vaguely hear the man next door shouting after entering: "Damn, how about dinner today? Why hasn't it been done yet?!"
Then there was the sound of something falling to the ground.
Soon there was no movement again.
Xiao Li took his eyes back from the next room and walked into the open room in front of him.
The decoration of this room is very simple, perhaps because it is an old house, the layout is actually very similar to Xiao Li's real home in reality, but the furniture is slightly different, and the walls are pale yellow.
Shen Mizhi closed the door behind him.
Xiao Li walked around the room, then sat down on the sofa, looked at Shen Mizhi and said, "Don't explain it, old man?"
When he called the last two words, his head tilted to the side, revealing a neck as beautiful as a swan, and these two words seemed to have passed a circle from the tip of his tongue and then came out between his teeth, with a hint of sultry. meaning.
Shen Mizhi half squatted down, almost wanting to directly press the person under him on the sofa and kiss him hard, and finally bit his neck, making him hold his head up and cry like this—
But now is not a good time to do so, this is not the abyss, Xiao Li will not let him do whatever he wants.
The young man restrained himself. When he spoke again, his voice was a little hoarse, and he squeezed the face of the young man in front of him: "Don't you want to be a couple with me?"
Xiao Li ducked for a while, but didn't dodge, just let him hold it: "You know that's not what I said."
Shen Mizhi smiled and replied: "This is the realm of the corpse, as you think."
"It has some fragments of chaotic power in its body, like when it blessed Sintian, it blessed its ability and brought you back to its memory."
"This is its memory?" Xiao Li asked.
"Not necessarily." The young man gave a simulatable answer and never let go, "but it must be related to it, and we played the role of neighbors in its memory, so I added a little bit more settings."
"What about the rest?"
"Upstairs, downstairs."
When Shen Mizhi was talking, Xiao Li was very sticky, and out of desperation, Xiao Li pulled Shen Mizhi's neckline and branded a soothing kiss on his lips: "Okay, don't move, ask you something. Woolen cloth."
Shen Mizhi let go of his hand: "You ask."
"The time flow rate here is one to one?"
"No, it's similar to a copy here. After a week, only two seconds have passed in reality." Shen Mizhi gently trimmed his hair for two seconds. He suddenly changed the subject and mentioned another matter. , "You are worrying about reality. In fact, before the reality barrier is broken, my abilities are limited and what I can do is limited, but—"
Xiao Li interrupted him: "Don't worry about it."
He said softly: "The affairs of mankind are still left to us."
"Boom, boom, boom."
There was a knock at the door, followed by a familiar female voice: "Excuse me, does anyone live here?"
Xiao Li recognized that it was Gong Mingming's voice.
He pushed Shen Mizhi away and opened the door. It was Luo Shan and Gong Mingming who stood at the door.
Seeing Xiao Li, Gong Mingxian was obviously relieved: "I found you two, you two are here, Luo Shan and I live upstairs, I guess you should be nearby, there is no way to communicate with mobile phones here, so we can only knock one by one. Open the door and ask."
Xiao Li stood up halfway and said to the house next door: "That house is a stranger, this is the memory-like world of an anonymous corpse, I don't know if there are residents like this on other floors, or we are these residents. ."
Gong Mingming responded instantly: "A memory-like world? What is the flow rate of time here? If we delay here for a few days and we go out again, the reality may have become a copy."
"Dungeon flow rate." Xiao Li said that although the time was not urgent, he still wanted to end it as soon as possible. He left the room and walked down the stairs, "Go down first to see if there are any other strangers."
Wang Huai, Ye Zeqing, Ye Lingshi and others were downstairs in Xiao Li's building. The whole building had five floors. Xiao Li lived on the fourth floor, and the floors below were empty. Answer, in the end, there is no way out of the security door on the ground floor of the whole building, and the memory of the entire nameless body is limited to these floors.
I can't go out, but don't worry about the food. Everyone found a lot of food in their room, including instant noodles, bread and other fast food products.
In the end, everyone stayed in the living room of Xiao Li's room. Wang Huai first took out a prop. It was a model similar to a human ear, but there was a mouth at the back of the ear. This time, he introduced it before Xiao Li asked. : "The ears of eavesdroppers can amplify the sound in the area."
He tried to use this item, but was told by his quest that it couldn't be used.
Wang Huai took it back: "It seems that this memory copy is not the same, and the props cannot be used."
"Well, there are no other residents here, there are only two possibilities," Gong Mingming recorded his words with a tape recorder, "One, they heard the knock on the door, but they didn't dare to open the door and didn't dare to respond, and two, we played the memory of the nameless corpse. the role of 'neighbor'."
"And the family next door to Sherlock may be the source of the unnamed body, or the real murderer who killed it. There are no clues at this time."
"We still have to start with them to extract more flaws."
"But I think it's still—
They were scrambling to chat, and suddenly there was another shouting from the next room, this time it was even louder, and a man shouted angrily: "Cry, you know how to cry, you cry Nima cry, it's annoying. Dead, as annoying as your cheap son, you shut up and shut him up, I have to eat!"
Accompanied by the cries of babies and the sobbing of women, several sounds mixed together, which was really disturbing.
Wang Huai said, "Knock on the door in the past?"
Nothing happened now, but he was not used to passively waiting. There might be more dangers at night, so he might as well find out more news as early as the first day.
Since Gong Mingming is relatively communicative, the task of taking the initiative to negotiate fell on her. She knocked on the door next door. The first time no one answered, she knocked twice, and the room rang out. Voice.
Before the door was opened, a man muttered first: "Damn, it's not reassuring to have a meal, who is it?"
The man was wearing a white vest and walking on gray slippers. He was quite strong, and his exposed arms were full of tendons.
Seeing a bunch of strangers at the door, headed by a beautiful girl, the man calmed down a bit: "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
"Oh, we are the residents downstairs. I want to visit your house. Isn't this easy to get along with in the future?" Gong Mingming greeted with a smile.
"Why are there so many new movers?" the man said, "Okay, you don't need to say hello."
"Let's get to know you, what's your name?"
"... Fu Jianlin." The man replied reluctantly, "How about you?"
Gong Mingming replied with a few random names: "Lin Ming, Zhao Chen... We are from the same company, the staff dormitory is decorated, and the company pays to rent together."
"Old Fu, who are they? The child is asleep..."
Perhaps the man was too long at the door, and a woman came over behind her. Her hair was as fluffy as straw on the top of her head, and she was also wearing a simple loose T-shirt. The scar, now healed, just left a deep imprint.
She looked at the door and asked Fu Jianlin timidly.
"You don't know they are neighbors at home every day?" the man yelled at her angrily.
Gong Mingming saw the woman and quickly said, "Is this your wife?"
"Hello, I'm a new neighbor..." She introduced herself to the woman again, but the woman didn't answer her directly, and turned to look at Fu Jianlin.
Fu Jianlin waved his hand impatiently: "What is there to know about her? It's not necessary. I'll close the door if I have nothing to do, and I have to eat."
Gong Mingming wanted to lobby for a few more words, but Fu Jianlin had already closed the door and didn't intend to pay any attention to them.
Looking at the closed wooden door, Xiao Li concluded: "Husbands prone to domestic violence, abused wives, and unlucky babies."
"The three elements are complete." Ye Zeqing said, "Baby... I think that the nameless female corpse is probably the wife inside."
Since the reincarnators knocked on the door, the next door was really quiet for a while, and there was no more shouting.
It was quiet on the floor.
Compared to the sinful world, the rhythm here is obviously slower. At least until now, everyone has not encountered any life-and-death crisis.
Everyone ate instant noodles in the living room of Xiao Li's house, and fell into the discussion again. Watching the time pass by minute by minute, Shen Mizhi stood in the living room and suddenly said: "It's very late."
Ye Zeqing raised his head, he didn't understand what the other party meant: "...Ah? It's not too late, it won't be until ten o'clock."
Shen Mizhi didn't look at him, he looked straight at Xiao Li, his pale eyes were bottomless, and he repeated: "It's very late."
The tone was flat and straightforward, but Xiao Li stroked his forehead to translate for him: "What he means is, it's very late now, you can leave now, he's going to bed."
Ye Zeqing: "..."
"No, wait, we don't sleep here?!" he blurted out.
Isn't this the default, at this time, everyone will live in groups, and this is the closest to the source of the nameless corpse next door...
"Sleep for what?" Wang Huai stood up, hinted by the goddess of the night, he knew the origin of Shen Mizhi best, he kicked Ye Zeqing, "Go back, wait for Sherlock to lead us to lie down and win."
Xiao Li: "..."
This group of people came fast, walked fast, and brought them to the door quite wisely, and soon only the two of them were left.
The dim lights of the old house were scattered all over the place.
Shen Mizhi came over, hugged him tightly, and said lightly, "I don't want to sleep, I just want to stay with you for a while."
"alone."
he added.