Since Chen Yang started the mission, he has heard many screams.
They were clearly sent by different people, but they expressed the same fear and collapse, all on the same frequency.
This time it’s Zhuzhu.
She huddled in the shadow of the wall, her hands tightly holding her head and her face hidden, her cell phone lying on the ground not far away.
This was the scene Chen Yang saw when he ran out. He picked up his phone, walked over and patted the little girl on the shoulder.
"Zhuzhu, what's wrong?"
Zhuzhu's trembling body froze. She slowly raised her head from her arms, revealing a tear-stained face: "Mr. Chen, I..."
The next second, she felt as if someone was grabbing her neck and lifting her up. Her mouth was stiffly open, and she was breathing intermittently from her throat. Her red eyes were staring at the phone in Chen Yang's hand.
Chen Yang frowned. Is there something wrong with the phone
"Screen, screen saver..." Zhuzhu repeated these two words, tears of fear flowing from her eyes.
Chen Yang touched the third button from the top on the right side of her phone and pressed it, and the screen lit up.
"No problem." Chen Yang turned the phone over and turned the screensaver towards Zhuzhu.
Zhuzhu saw the screen saver before she could dodge.
It's her face.
Zhuzhu was stunned, her tongue was tied: "Just now, it wasn't... Just now it was..."
Chen Yang said, "What is it?"
Zhuzhu raised her head and met Chen Yang's inquiring but not offensive gaze. Her mind went blank for a few seconds, then she stood up and ran into the room with a pale face.
When Chen Yang saw Zhuzhu stopped at the door and was reluctant to move in, a guess flashed through his mind. He hurried over, walked past her, entered the room, and went straight to the bed.
The little girl wrapped like a mummy on the bed was motionless.
Chen Yang stretched out a finger and placed it lightly under her nose. After a moment of silence, he withdrew his hand.
"Dead." Chen Yang said.
Zhuzhu couldn't stand anymore and sat down on the ground leaning against the door frame.
"I was still breathing before I came out, how come I'm gone, how could this happen..." Zhuzhu muttered to herself in a daze.
Chen Yang was still holding Zhu Zhu's phone. He turned it on again, looked at the photo on the screen saver, and asked tentatively, "Was that her face on the screen saver just now?"
Zhuzhu shuddered violently.
"My eyes are blurry." Zhuzhu said carefully, with pleading and luck in her eyes, "Right, Mr. Chen?"
Chen Yang cooperated with her without any sympathy and said "Yes, you are dazzled and you saw it wrong" because he suddenly found that the photo on the screen saver had changed.
Neither Zhuzhu nor Big-eyed Girl.
Like...
Their two faces overlapped and became another face.
Chen Yang calmly hung up his phone, walked to the door and asked Zhu Zhu: "You only saw her face, no expression?"
Zhuzhu showed clear resistance, panic, and hesitation: "She...she seemed to smile at me."
Chen Yang said: "She lives in the same room with you and they are very close."
"Well... she always clings to me." Zhuzhu stood up with the help of the door frame, "Mr. Chen, can she still go back?"
Chen Yang shook his head: "She can only go back if she is still breathing. She is already dead."
"Then her ghost..."
"I will stay here too." When Chen Yang said this, he inexplicably remembered the night when he and Chao Jian were at Chen Xishuang's hometown. At that time, he felt as if there was a figure outside the window, and that feeling reminded him of Chen Xishuang.
Then I thought it was the shadow of a tree.
Chen Yang didn't know why he was recalling this scene. He collected the thoughts that shouldn't have unfolded at this time. He lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl in front of him. He thought that Qian Han and Ge Fei each had their own statements, and it was difficult to tell the truth from the false, because Old Wu was dead and there was no evidence.
In fact, it’s the same for Big Eyed Girl.
Chen Yang glanced at Zhuzhu's ears. The right ear was bare, and there was a row of silver ear clips on the left ear, which were in the shape of a five-pointed star and had a cute shape.
There is a mark of pinching at the bottom of the earlobe.
Chen Yang said: "You are missing one ear clip."
Zhuzhu was stunned for a moment, and she felt around with her hands: "Maybe it fell somewhere, I don't know."
Chen Yang glanced at it imperceptibly. There was a scratch where the ear clip had been, as if the ear clip had been pulled off forcefully. He pointed at the body on the bed and said, "She will disappear in a while. Are you going to continue living here, or?"
"I'm a little scared." Zhuzhu bit her lip, "I want to go to Miss Xiang's place."
Chen Yang retracted his peripheral vision: "Okay."
"Mr. Chen, please come with me and talk to Miss Xiang for me." Zhuzhu said pleadingly.
Chen Yang was surprised by her request: "I say?"
Zhuzhu left the door and moved to the wall. The wind blew her short blue hair onto her pale face. "Mr. Chen, you say that Miss Xiang will definitely agree."
Chen Yang:
Zhuzhu said something shocking: "Mr. Chen, haven't you noticed? Miss Xiang treats you differently from others."
Then came another even more shocking statement: "And your brother, she seems to know him and is also very scared."
Chen Yang's heart was shaken, and a suspicious expression appeared on his face: "Really?"
Zhuzhu walked forward with her head down: "I don't have any evidence either. I just said it casually. It's just my intuition."
Chen Yang's voice rang out from behind: "My brother has never seen her."
Zhuzhu stopped and said "Ah" slowly: "I was wrong..."
Chen Yang handed over the phone.
Zhuzhu not only refused to take the call, but also put her hands behind her back. She said in a tearful voice, "Mr. Chen, I'll leave the phone with you. I don't dare to take it."
"All right."
Chen Yang knocked on the door and entered Xiang Zimu's room. He first mentioned the matter of the big-eyed girl, and then revealed Zhuzhu's request.
Xiang Zimu agreed without saying anything.
Chen Yang's mind automatically replayed Zhu Zhu's words. His subtle eyes fell on Xiang Zimu, and his Adam's apple slid up and down: "Xiang..."
"Anything else?" The woman's voice was like the river water in autumn, with a bleak and desolate feeling.
Chen Yang choked for a second and accidentally glanced at the diary and pencil on the table. He thought of the music score revealed by Miss Qiao and prepared to use it as an excuse to have a chat.
"I heard that you were writing music score." Chen Yang asked casually.
Xiang Zimu neither nodded nor shook his head.
Chen Yang struggled in the cold atmosphere: "The cover of the diary is pretty good."
This time Xiang Zimu responded unexpectedly, and her thin lips even drew a warm arc: "It was given to me by an old friend."
As soon as the words fell, the curve of his lips disappeared.
And then nothing more was said.
Chen Yang sighed in his heart. Zhuzhu said that Xiang Zimu treated him differently from others.
They are exactly the same.
Xiang Zimu was indifferent and distant to other people, including him, and they couldn't get along.
Chen Yang returned to his room and sat on a chair to eat a milk slice. Just as he put the milk slice into his mouth, he noticed a gaze cast at him from the bed.
"I woke you up." Chen Yang stopped playing with the packaging bag.
Chao Jian's back was against the wall, his chestnut hair was disheveled, and he pressed hard between his eyebrows with his trembling hands. The air pressure around his body was extremely low, and his breathing was very uneven.
Chen Yang knew that Chao Jian was not grumpy because of waking up, but because his illness could not be controlled. He bit the milk tablet into pieces and swallowed it, saying, "How about you sleep a little longer?"
The young man in the bed opened his eyes, his eyes were frighteningly red, violent arrogance was gathered between his brows, and veins were bulging on his forehead.
Chen Yang fell silent.
Nightmare? Chen Yang immediately looked at the bag beside the bed. Inside was the clothes they wore when they came, and they smelled of incense.
Is there nothing at all now
Chen Yang quickly leaned over to smell it, and yes, the clothes in the bag smelled of incense. Before he could make any other move, he saw Chao Jian getting out of bed, standing on the ground with bare feet, looking down at him.
Chen Yang's neck suddenly felt cold, an indescribable feeling, as if blown by cold wind, and a layer of small particles appeared. Before he came in, he thought about mentioning Xiang Zimu and seeing if there was anything abnormal with Chao Jian, but now he couldn't take care of it at all.
"I haven't trained for four days." Chao Jian said hoarsely.
Chen Yang was stunned for a moment before he understood what Chao Jian meant: "In the mission world, it's not..."
He saw the other person's actions and didn't say the rest.
Chao Jian lowered his head, took a step towards Chen Yang with his left foot, and moved an inch closer to him.
"Stand further away." Chao Jian's tightened jaw lines were smooth, and his Adam's apple was wet, covered with a layer of sweat.
Chen Yang subconsciously stood against the wall. He silently watched Chao Jian train him over and over again, and collapse over and over again, until the clothes on the back of his body were soaked with cold sweat and stuck to his tense back muscles.
Chao Jian was curled up on the edge of the bed, almost exhausted, with his brows raised high, eyes closed, and his breathing was rough.
Chen Yang squatted over to look at him. Can self-abuse help to control emotions
I suddenly want my left leg to get better so badly. Did I dream about that "brother"
"I'll get you some water so you can wash your face." Chen Yang had just stood up when he felt a force on the hem of his clothes. He looked down.
The corner of the clothes was caught.
Chen Yang couldn't help but think of Laoji Village. Back then, on the kang, the boy did the same thing, pinching the corner of his clothes with his thumb and index finger.
It was as if she didn't dare to grab it with her whole hand for fear that he would get angry.
Chen Yang thought this idea was ridiculous. How could this person be afraid of him getting angry
The opposite is true, he is afraid that the other person will be angry.
Chao Jian's temper was changing in waves, sometimes good and sometimes bad. After he washed his face and ate a handful of milk tablets, his emotions that were about to explode subsided again.
Chen Yang was afraid of annoying his partner, so he just talked to him about the key points. He did not mention Xiang Zimu at all during the whole conversation and only talked about the situation of the big-eyed girl.
The big-eyed girl's injuries were too severe. When Chen Yang saw her last night, he found that she was dying. She survived the night and till dawn with such injuries, and passed away around eight in the morning.
No one knows how she managed to hold on.
The girl with big eyes had a strong desire to survive. She was desperately holding on to her breath. She wanted to live.
Finally it broke.
Chen Yang looked at Chao Jian with empty eyes. No one wants to die. In order to live, one can do things that are impossible to do in the real world, or even unimaginable.
This is the living environment of the mission world.
Chen Yang wiped his face and caught a glimpse of Zhu Zhu's phone. He picked it up and put it back: "Chao Jian, let's go to the second floor."
Chao Jian asked him to put Zhuzhu's cell phone in his backpack.
"Can the broken pieces of the statue be taken out?" Chen Yang said, "They are too heavy."
Chao Jian glanced at Chen Yang, took his big bag without saying a word and put it on his back.
Chen Yang asked him if it was okay.
"Don't always ask me these three words." Chao Jian glared at him irritably.
Chen Yang thought of a sentence from Chao Jian's childish reaction. A man cannot be incompetent. He twitched his mouth and said, "Okay, I won't ask anymore. You are very capable."
Chao Jian paused and sneered, "You know this again?"
Chen Yang: “…”
It's neither horizontal nor vertical, and it's hard to coax.
When Chen Yang and Chao Jian went to the second floor, they were followed by Zhu Zhu, Qian Han and Ge Fei.
Zhuzhu looked dazed. Qian Han was walking behind her. He was not too far from her, but not walking side by side.
Ge Fei was the last one, and his steps were a little careless.
Chen Yang pretended to look back casually and took in the status of the three people. He stepped onto the stairs, holding onto Chao Jian's hand.
The clear sound of the cane hitting the ground was amplified in the corridor, covering up the different breathing and heartbeats of several people.
After going up to the second floor, Chen Yang stopped in front of the two eyeballs on the wall. After seeing them with his own eyes, he realized that they were exactly as Xiangdong said. He couldn't tell what the eyeballs were.
Chen Yang asked everyone’s first reaction.
Qian Han said with his shoulders, curly hair draped limply over his forehead: "I... I think it's smiling."
His teeth chattered: "When you smile, you can tell from your eyes."
"This is not an eye, it's an eyeball." Ge Fei said in a tone of hearing a joke, "What can you see from the eyeball? It's so crazy."
Qian Han was furious, and his usually smooth voice became sharp: "I just think it's laughing!"
"It might be laughing at everyone who looks at it." Qian Han said this in a neurotic way, and his silly look was replaced by sarcasm. "There is nothing scarier than people. Some people, they are friendly but have evil hearts..."
Chen Yang's eyes shuttled between the three people other than Chao Jian, lingering for a few seconds without leaving a trace. After he comforted Qian Han, he asked, "Zhu Zhu, what do you think?"
Zhuzhu habitually grasped her phone, but found nothing. Her ten fingers clasped together tightly: "... like a baby's eyes."
Chen Yang was surprised: "Baby?"
"I have a little nephew who just turned one month old last month. I took a lot of close-up photos of him. I like to take photos of his eyes and observe them whenever I have the chance." Zhuzhu stared at the two eyeballs on the wall with a confused expression. "I don't know why. Logically, these are just eyeballs. I shouldn't think like that, but my first reaction was a baby, and a one-month-old one at that."
Chen Yang took a breath, and Qian Han's and Zhu Zhu's words spread in his cerebral cortex. When he looked at the two eyeballs again, it became a picture of "a baby smiling at them", and there seemed to be a "giggle" sound.
Chen Yang pulled Chao Jian's clothes, and Chao Jian said two words, which made him freeze in place.
Ghost baby, Chao Jian said.
Chen Yang didn't look into her eyes again. Living beings were sacrificed, babies' eyes were dug out, umbrellas were made of human skin and bones, what superstitious things did the people in this town believe in...
All the rooms on the second floor were empty, without any smell of blood or anything else.
Chen Yang remembered Xiangdong saying that there were six rooms on the second floor with the same room numbers as the backyard, but he didn't see them. All the rooms in his sight had no room numbers.
Xiangdong revealed that the room where the merchants lived was filled with cobwebs and smelled musty, and there was no sign that anyone had lived there last night.
Chen Yang felt that he and Xiang Dong entered the second floor at two different times.
The only thing that hasn't changed is the two eyeballs at the stairs.
When Chen Yang went downstairs, he didn't let Chao Jian walk by himself. He carried him on his back and coaxed him in a brotherly tone, "Don't move. I'll carry you down."
Three pairs of eyes were focused on him at the same time, all showing clear envy.
Chen Yang was familiar with this kind of gaze. That was how Feng Chu looked at him and Chao Jian at the bathhouse.
Qian Han, Ge Fei and Zhu Zhu also envied their partnership in the context of life and death.
Partners need to develop tacit understanding, and more importantly, it is fate.
As the mission world and the real world overlap, Chen Yang becomes more and more convinced of this.
Chen Yang carried Chao Jian downstairs on his back. Zhuzhu walked in front of him. He found that she wore a white sun-protection jacket outside and pulled the hat up to cover her head, as if she was mourning for the big-eyed girl.
In the morning, the painter who sprained his ankle stayed in the inn, while the others went to look for Gao Degui separately.
Except for Chen Yang and Chao Jian, the others acted alone.
Wherever Chen Yang passed, white lanterns were hung, paper money was floating in the streets, the sky was bright, and the wind was cold. As he walked, he said, "When we first came here, we felt that this town was empty, but now it has really become like that."
The person next to me did not respond.
Chen Yang said, "I told you to stay in the inn and rest, but you didn't listen to me."
The crutches stopped.
Chen Yang responded reflexively: "I know you are worried about me too."
He sneered at Jian: "You know nothing."
Chen Yang was not angry, but said strangely: "This is the second time I heard you say this, you can't swear, are you at a loss for words?"
Chao Jian: “…”
"Xiangdong swears all the time. You've been with him for quite a while, so your vocabulary shouldn't be...hiss." Chen Yang bit the soft flesh inside his lower lip, and the pain made him cry physiologically.
Chao Jian's face twitched: "Are you three years old? You can bite yourself when you talk."
Chen Yang ignored him and walked forward.
His legs were held back by the crutch. Chen Yang licked the wound on his soft flesh and turned back. Chao Jian's voice rang above his head: "The mission deadline is seven days. How many fish tides will come during this period?"
This question was very abrupt and stupid. His partner would not ask such a question for no reason. Chen Yang's heartbeat quickened: "Twice, the last fish tide will be at three o'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow."
Chao Jian didn't say anything. He poked Chen Yang's calf again and again with his crutch.
Chen Yang's eyes lit up: "Will Gao Degui come out on that day?"
"Probably." Chao Jian said.
Chen Yang automatically translated Chao Jian's words into "hmm". He said speechlessly: "Then what are you looking for now?"
Chao Jian asked back: "Isn't that what you are looking for?"
Chen Yang was speechless: "... Then let's go back?"
He thought to himself, he didn't know what to do if he went back, and he wouldn't be able to sleep well. Even if Gao Degui didn't come out, there were still the crazy woman and Widow Zhou. If he walked around more, he might find something.
As Chen Yang was thinking this, he heard Chao Jian say, "Walk a little further."
At noon, everyone met at the inn and the progress they shared was very unreasonable.
Not to mention Gao Degui, they didn't see a single living creature and had no idea where they had gone.
Miss Qiao didn't come back either.
Chen Yang saw Zhuzhu scratching her shoulders, then left and right, as if she was in great pain. He asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhuzhu shook her head: "Nothing."
She said this, but within two minutes she continued to grab, and that action was somewhat abnormal.
Not only did Zhuzhu grab her shoulders, she also looked at her arms and made stroking movements with her fingers, but in fact her arms were smooth and hairless.
Chen Yang looked at Zhu Zhu suspiciously, but the sound of kicking the door diverted his attention.
"Damn it, where the hell are all those people!" Xiangdong kicked the door a few more times like a trapped beast.
The anxious atmosphere spread for a moment and was broken by a voice.
"I found a loophole." Qian Han said excitedly, grabbing the cup with his uninjured hand.
Thinking of something, his head drooped again: "It's a pity that we found it too late. Now no one in the town can find it. If I had found it earlier, we would have gone back a long time ago."
Xiangdong narrowed his eyes: "What loophole?"
"We can follow the rules and catch the person with the most people in his family." Qian Han muttered, "and then grab a lot of name fish and let the other party eat them all. Then the other party will be the one who has taken away the most lifespans."
The boy said this with excitement in his eyes.
Chen Yang scratched the mosquito bite at the corner of his eye. The two brothers Qian Qin and Qian Han, one has a face of a top student and the other has a face of a poor student. Their personalities are very different, but they still have some similarities.
"I'm pulling a few handfuls." Xiangdong's face was livid. "Those are really special fish, not ordinary fish. They are mixed in with the dense tide of fish. It all depends on luck. Do you think you can catch as many as you want?"
Qian Han said weakly: "We can pull the net. The river is not wide."
Xiangdong raised his lips and said, "Only you can think of it, but no one in this town can think of it."
Qian Han's face turned red.
The fish tide only comes for five minutes in total, and during that time, everyone is on alert and will not let anyone pull the net.
"It's no use saying this now. The target of the mission is the townspeople, but the day after tomorrow is the last fish rush we're going to experience, and there won't be anyone left in the town." Qian Han said, "If we had taken advantage of that loophole and snatched the fish on the day we arrived..."
"We didn't know the rules and taboos when we arrived." Zhuzhu disagreed, "We only found out later that we had no relatives at home, and we would still die if we ate the fish and took away our lifespan."
"Besides, if we finally managed to grab a lot of fish and caught a townsman who followed the rules, and we supervised him eating the fish, while he was eating, our fish would also be caught and eaten by him, wouldn't all our efforts be wasted?"
Qian Han put down the cup in his hand and retreated to the wall.
"It's too cruel to catch fish and feed one person. Even if Mr. Zhu eats 10 fish, it's not his goal. Obviously, his goal is to eat more." Ge Fei said, "If we really do that, it's no different from a massacre."
He paused for a moment and blurted out, "Normative people wouldn't think of this."
These words are very profound.
Qian Han felt ashamed and humiliated, and he gritted his teeth and retorted: "Loopholes are meant to be used by people!"
As soon as Chen Yang stopped chewing his thumb nail, his older brother said something similar. They were indeed brothers, and he wanted to get to know this silly-looking boy again.
There was a suffocating heaviness in the room.
Chen Yang smelled the medicine on the three burned taskers and his head felt dizzy. This mission clearly told them that there was a pit ahead.
It was like when he played an escape room game, he knew there was a smoke bomb but it was difficult to find it.
Chen Yang said: "No one has received any hints for this mission. This is unreasonable from the beginning. Let's try to think differently."
No one responded. They all knew the four words "change your thinking", but they didn't understand how to put them together.
"Can you change your mindset just by wanting to? That depends on chance, a flash of inspiration." Xiangdong slumped down in his chair, crossed his legs and said, "I'm not going out this afternoon."
Then he added in an enigmatic way: "If the mountain doesn't come to me, I will wait."
Chen Yang vaguely felt that after Master Zhu ate ten fishes, only his eyes turned into the shape of fish, there were no other marks, and it was not the target of the mission. This should be a clue.
But what exactly does it suggest
After pondering for a while, Chen Yang felt a sudden chill on the back of his head. At present, fixed thinking means that he has eaten more than ten of the task objectives.
If you let go of your fixed mindset...
Is it wrong to assume that the target of the mission must eat more fish than Mr. Zhu
Could it be that the line about Mr. Zhu eating ten fish but not the target is misleading
That's not right, there's still something I can't figure out. Chen Yang seemed to hear his brain cells screaming, corpses everywhere, he lowered his voice and asked Chao Jian: "Is Qian Han talking about the loophole in this mission?"
"No." Chao Jian said.
Chen Yang thought Chao Jian would not answer, so he suppressed his surprise and asked, "Is there any loophole in this mission?"
Chao Jian: "Yes and no."
Chen Yang consciously stopped there and did not ask any further questions.
It's the same brain, just with different capacities.
When Chen Yang was packing his backpack, he picked up Zhuzhu's phone and turned it on. The screensaver still showed the two faces superimposed. He recalled how Zhuzhu had been holding her phone all the time in the past few days, and found an excuse to call her over, saying that he wanted to see the photos she had taken of the town.
Zhuzhu didn't want to touch her phone anymore, so she didn't get close to it. She just told Chen Yang how to unlock it.
Chen Yang swiped the screen and followed Zhu Zhu's instructions to flip through the gallery. It was full of small towns, densely packed. He poked at each one and asked, "Why did you take so many photos?"
Zhuzhu seemed to want to say something but stopped herself.
Chen Yang brought a chair to her: "Sit down and talk."
"I wanted to take a picture and look at it when I got home." Zhuzhu didn't sit on the chair. She stood against the wall, scratching her smooth arms with her nails.
Chen Yang flipped through the photos while waiting for what was to come.
The room was very quiet. Chao Jian was sitting at the head of the bed, playing with the nipple, with no sign of wanting to interrupt.
"Mr. Chen, I really feel like I've been to this town before!" Zhuzhu's emotions went out of control. "To tell you the truth, the small attic opposite the inn is not empty as far as I can remember. It was a place to eat. The first floor was a hall, and there were private rooms on the second floor. I... I..."
She looked at Chen Yang's shocked expression and the words in her mouth were blocked.
Chen Yang said: "Do you remember when you came here?"
Zhuzhu's eyes were a little dazed: "When I was a child."
Chen Yang stared at Zhuzhu for a while before lowering his head to flip through the photos. She took very detailed photos, capturing every corner.
"I said this when I first entered the town, but you didn't believe me. Later, I didn't dare to say it anymore, so I took pictures of the places I remembered, thinking about going back to study them." Zhuzhu said to herself, "As I took pictures, I wanted to put the whole town into my phone."
Chen Yang asked: "Where are you from?"
Zhuzhu said: "Qingcheng."
Chen Yang raised his head and smiled at Zhu Zhu: "I am also from Qingcheng." Without waiting for her to respond, he added, "I am from the northern suburbs."
"I'm Nanjiao." Zhuzhu seemed to feel like she was meeting a fellow villager and was obviously much more relaxed.
Chen Yang chatted with her for more than half an hour, mainly focusing on the town in her memory, and asked all the details he could.
After Zhuzhu left, Chen Yang's expression became out of control. He sat opposite Chao Jian, with a head full of question marks.
Chao Jian threw a handful of powdered milk flakes into Chen Yang's arms.
"Brother, adults need to learn to sort themselves out, shield themselves, and digest things on their own. Don't want to know the answer as soon as you have a doubt. It's not like that."
Chen Yang: “…”
"I understand that this world is full of mysteries that cannot be explained by science, but that has nothing to do with what I want to ask you."
Chao Zhen said bluntly: "I don't know."
"I've told you many times that I don't care about other people's affairs." He said impatiently again.
Chen Yang had no choice but to stuff the questions related to Zhuzhu into a corner, trying to put them separately and not mix them with other questions to avoid getting tangled.
It rained boiling water again that night.
There are people on the second floor.
When Chen Yang was getting anxious, Chao Jian took out the red umbrella from his backpack and threw it to him.
Chen Yang quickly realized that this umbrella could protect against the rain outside.
He forced himself to forget that the umbrella was a female ghost, opened it in the room, gestured and said, "It can only hold one person."
It looks like he'll have to run this trip by himself.
Chen Yang was about to go out without much delay, called out to Jian and threw him a crutch.
"Take it with you." Chao Jian said.
Chen Yang took it and weighed it, then used it for self-defense. When he opened the door with an umbrella, the sound was heard again from behind him.
"Forget it." Chao Jian's tone was cold and hard, "Go quickly."
Chen Yang said unconsciously: "I'll be back soon..."
He was interrupted by a cane thrown at him before he could finish. Chao Jian stood barefoot on the bed, staring at him with knowing eyes: "Are you not leaving yet?"
Chen Yang gave him a helpless look and said, "If you hadn't called me, I would have almost gone upstairs now."
"I'm leaving." Chen Yang opened the door and went out.
The room became quiet, and then turned deadly silent. Chao Jian jumped off the bed. His left leg trembled. He walked to the door and glared at it as if he was competing with it.
After a while, a vague sound came from Chao Jian's throat, and he pursed his lips and squatted down.
Chen Yang walked quickly to the lobby of the inn with an umbrella. He heard humming from the second floor, but without any tune.
The sound is both unpleasant and creepy.
A guess popped up in Chen Yang's mind. He folded the umbrella and held it in his right hand, and went upstairs holding the metal crutch in his left hand.
Turning around the corridor, Chen Yang saw a woman standing at the stairs. She had one hand hanging by her side, and the other hand covering the wall, and she was still humming indistinctly.
Just then, the woman tilted her slender neck and looked down.
Her clothes were torn, her hair was unkempt, her face was covered with burns, and she looked hideous.
Chen Yang stopped on the stairs, frowning. Is it the crazy woman from the land temple
The woman's throat seemed to be burned and she couldn't speak. She opened her mouth wide and only uttered a syllable similar to "荷" for a long time.
It sounds like it's meaningless, but also like a laugh.
Chen Yang suddenly remembered Widow Zhou's advice. She said that the crazy woman would pounce on and bite young men as soon as she saw them.
Just as he thought of this, the woman at the stairs rushed towards him.
Neither his shape nor his speed is like that of a human, but more like that of a monster.