Chen Yang swung his crutch violently, and the woman was smashed against the wall next to the stairs. She got up after a deafening "bang" and pounced on him again.
There is no general feeling of pain.
During the confrontation, Chen Yang's cell phone fell into the lobby on the first floor. The beam of light from the flashlight went straight upwards, dragging the entire corridor into a faint halo of light.
Chen Yang stood on the stairs. The space was cramped and dangerous. He couldn't move his hands and feet, so he had to run downstairs.
At the same time, the crutch was swung backwards with a strong wind.
Missed.
Chen Yang had a bad feeling. Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his back, his flesh was torn, and blood was dripping.
The moment he turned around, he was knocked to the ground. The woman on top of him was so powerful that she was like four or five strong adult men.
Hold.
The back was wet and bleeding a lot. The wound was splitting. Chen Yang tightened his cheeks and pressed his crutch against the woman's throat with all his might.
Veins bulged on the back of his hands, and his knuckles protruded high, as if they were about to pierce the skin.
The woman didn't seem to think like a human. She didn't feel pain, didn't know how to hide, and didn't know any tactics. Even though her throat was about to break, she still stared with bloodshot eyes, pressed her skinny body down hard, and stretched out her two hands, which were also burned, like a zombie.
It's like a fight between kids.
The woman wanted to grab the young man in front of her, bring him to her mouth and bite him to death.
Single-minded and scary.
Chen Yang's palms were sweaty as he gripped the cane, and his fingers were slippery, so he could lose his grip at any time.
Because of the excessive force, his entire face and neck were a little congested.
Chen Yang remembered that on the first night he came here, Qian Han's back of his hand was scratched by this woman. Those wounds were not serious and were not at the same level as the ones on his back.
Now how...
It was no use. Chen Yang's fingers slipped on the crutch. The woman pressed over, and her extremely fishy breath rushed into his nostrils. Ten dirty, black and twisted fingers were only half an inch away from him.
We can't go on like this, we must find a way to change the situation. The injury on his back made Chen Yang a little drowsy, so he bit the tip of his tongue hard to keep himself awake.
My lower body was pressed so hard that I couldn't lift my legs, so I could only move my upper body.
Chen Yang did not hesitate. He loosened his right hand that was holding the crutch, and the force pressing against the woman's throat was immediately reduced by half.
The woman showed the excitement of a child who had won a fight. The moment her two hands reached up, Chen Yang's right elbow hit her temple hard.
It was extremely violent.
The hands that were pinching Chen Yang's neck paused for a second, and he took the opportunity to jump away, leaning his bloody back against the wall. His left hand that was holding the crutch was numb and shaking a little.
The woman did not attack immediately. She stared straight at the place where Chen Yang had been lying, where there was a pool of blood.
Chen Yang thought she would lie down and lick him, but he didn't expect that she seemed to see something dirty, and she stepped on and crushed it madly with her feet, looking crazy.
This woman had been hurt by young men and hated it to the extreme. Chen Yang wiped the sweat from his hands and clenched his cane. She was a lunatic and a monster. He couldn't confront her head-on.
Chen Yang took a few deep breaths, his brain working rapidly. His eyes suddenly focused on one spot, and he asked in a friendly tone, "Is that your child at the stairs?"
The woman's movement of crushing the blood suddenly paused.
Chen Yang suppressed his heartbeat and praised, "Your eyes are big and beautiful."
The woman slowly raised her head and stared at Chen Yang with her bloodshot eyes.
"You must be very cute when you smile." Chen Yang did not dodge or attack. He showed a sincere and gentle expression.
The woman stared at Chen Yang for about ten seconds, then she lowered her eyes and went upstairs step by step. She stopped at the stairs, her two deformed arms hanging at her sides. She moved her ugly face closer, gently kissed the two eyeballs, and covered them with her hands.
"Woo..."
It was raining heavily outside the inn, and inside the inn there was the sound of a woman's sad crying.
Chen Yang picked up the red umbrella and went downstairs to pick up his cell phone. He endured the injury on his back and was about to go to the second floor again when the curtain leading to the back door of the inn was lifted and a figure walked in.
The person who came was Miss Qiao who had disappeared during the day. She met Chen Yang, and both of them smelled strongly of blood.
They were like two soldiers who had just come off the battlefield.
There was a tear in the cloth on Miss Qiao's shoulder, revealing shocking bloody scratches, and there were several stopped bleeding wounds on her neck, as if they were caused by fingernails.
There was a hideous bloodstain on her left eye, disfiguring her charming face.
Chen Yang looked Miss Qiao over and asked, "How did you do that?"
The red umbrella in Miss Qiao's hand tilted, and the top of the umbrella pointed towards the second floor.
Chen Yang took a breath. He had learned from Chao Jian that Miss Qiao's skills were better than his, but she was injured like this by the crazy woman. He used the two eyeballs at the stairs to divert the crazy woman's attention. It was a wise decision.
"Doesn't she only attack young men?" Chen Yang realized something was wrong. "Why is she so aggressive towards women?"
Miss Qiao put away her umbrella and said, "I stole her things."
Chen Yang felt a streak of blood dripping from the groove of his back to his buttocks. It was a bit itchy. He rubbed it with the back of his hand and accidentally pulled the muscles at the wound site, causing him to hiss in pain.
Miss Qiao walked around Chen Yang and took a look: "Your back line is really beautiful." She added, "Your waist is also very good."
"What a pity." Miss Qiao sighed.
Chen Yang's face twitched. This woman didn't mention the severity of his injuries, nor did she ask where the little red umbrella in his hand came from. Her focus was strangely biased.
The crying continued at the stairs, and the fish kept falling.
Miss Qiao sat down in the lobby. Without waiting for Chen Yang to organize his questions, she lazily revealed her whereabouts.
Miss Qiao had her own accent when she spoke, and she spoke serious matters as if she was flirting. The ending of each word seemed to be hung with a small hook. She spoke in detail, from the heavy rain last night to her return to the inn just now, and everything that had happened in between was laid out in front of Chen Yang.
After Chen Yang finished listening, his mind was filled with questions, jumping around in a mess. He would ask whichever question jumped the highest.
"I went to the second floor with everyone this morning. The rooms were all empty. I didn't see any bloodstains on the beds, nor any birth records. I only saw spider webs and dust."
"Perhaps the second floor during the day and the second floor at night are two different spaces." Miss Qiao held her chin with one hand, "Maybe if you go up now, you can run into Widow Zhou who is gnawing on the corpse."
Chen Yang went upstairs without saying a word.
Miss Qiao glanced at the wound on the young man's back, which was about twelve or thirteen centimeters long. The flesh was rolling and bleeding. As he walked, blood dripped from the hem of his clothes.
With such strong willpower, Miss Qiao watched the young man go upstairs and then watched him go downstairs.
Miss Qiao saw the answer from the young man's face. The corners of her eyes, red from fatigue, raised a little: "Is the situation on the second floor still the same as what you saw this morning?"
Chen Yang nodded.
The crazy woman at the stairs didn't cry or move, as if she was in standby mode. He checked all the rooms without any hindrance, but did not see the scene described by Miss Qiao.
The anomaly in timing reminded him that the town was heading towards an irreversible situation.
It is also possible that it is returning to its starting point.
Miss Qiao tapped the tabletop, the red paint on her nails intact.
Chen Yang told Miss Qiao about the progress of the previous night and the day. He gave her time to sort things out before asking, "What did you steal from the crazy woman?"
Miss Qiao stopped tapping on the table and said, "Good stuff."
Chen Yang asked again what it was.
Miss Qiao leaned close to his ear and blew: "Kiss me and I'll show you."
Chen Yang: “…”
The woman didn't bring a purse and only had two pockets on her body, so the things she stole couldn't be big.
Miss Qiao let Chen Yang scan her entire body. She dipped her finger into the blood on his back and scratched his face. It was clearly a frivolous and abrupt action, but it gave people an illusion of intimacy and warmth.
"It's just you and me here, and no one else will know if you kiss me."
Chen Yang was speechless: "Flirting should also be done in different occasions."
Miss Qiao looked at him with interest: "When can I tease you?"
Chen Yang threw out his trump card: "Never at any time, I'm gay."
"Oh?" Miss Qiao laughed, "You can't handle women either?"
In order to solve the problem once and for all, Chen Yang nodded without blushing or beating his heart.
"That's a pity." Miss Qiao's ambiguous smile faded, and she said lazily, "Let's go to the second floor."
Chen Yang narrowed his eyes. This woman seemed to be casual and did whatever she wanted, but in fact she had her own rhythm and was good at and liked to mobilize other people's emotions.
Miss Qiao went upstairs and Chen Yang followed behind her. The wound on his back needed to be treated, but the location was not easy to bandage, so he had to pass the bandage through under the armpit. He would go back to the room later and ask Chao Jian to help him.
"Are you trapped in love?" the woman walking in front suddenly asked.
Chen Yang was stunned: "No."
Miss Qiao chuckled and said without looking back, "That's strange. The female ghost in the attic was hurt by love. Those who can enter the illusion are those who have deep love and obsession."
Chen Yang didn't quite hear it: "Miss Qiao, what did you say?"
"Ah, nothing." Miss Qiao pressed the wound on her shoulder and moved her arm joints a few times. She said in a slightly irritable tone, "I just have a craving for cigarettes."
At the stairs, the crazy woman covered her eyes and hummed something.
As soon as Miss Qiao came up, the crazy woman's condition was gone. She was like a wild cat with its fur standing up, with all the hair on her back standing up.
Seeing that the crazy woman was about to go crazy, Miss Qiao quickly threw something over to her: "Give it back to you."
Chen Yang looked closely and saw that it was a piece of rubble.
Looks a little familiar.
Chen Yang lowered his voice and asked Miss Qiao: "Is that what you took away?"
Miss Qiao said: "I followed her all the way to the land temple last night. I saw that she was cherishing a pile of stone statue fragments, so I snatched a piece. She went crazy and became a different person. She chased me and beat me."
Chen Yang asked: "What happened next?"
"Later, her IQ went up for some reason. She stopped chasing me and returned to the land temple. When she found that the others were gone, she became even crazier. She was no longer a human but a monster." Ms. Qiao drew circles on the ground with an umbrella. "Later, when I saw it was raining, I knew she was covering her eyes in the inn."
Miss Qiao sighed: "I don't know who took the remaining rubble."
Chen Yang coughed twice and said, "In my bag."
Miss Qiao: “…”
She glanced at the crutch in Chen Yang's hand, a strange look flashed across her face, and then she looked away.
Chen Yang's attention was all on the crazy woman. He noticed that she was stroking the gravel with an unusually gentle gesture, fearing that if she used too much force, the stones would be hurt.
When Chen Yang saw the rubble in the land temple this morning, he was still wondering which stone statue was broken.
Now he looked at the crazy woman touching the stones, caught a glimpse of the two big eyeballs on the wall, and then thought of the baby, and he basically knew what was going on.
Chen Yang came up with a plan.
More than an hour later, the taskers sat in the yard with a pile of large and small stones in front of them.
It's like there's a frame floating in the air—
The player starts a hidden task, repairs the stone statue, and fulfills the crazy woman's wish.
This job was almost done by Xiang Zimu alone. Whether she was still or moving, she had a static and flat feeling, and was as thin as a mannequin.
Who would have thought she had this skill.
Chen Yang was not in the yard. He was sitting on the bed with his back to Chao Jian, his upper body naked.
"Luckily I brought a cane, otherwise... well, be gentle." Chen Yang let out a short, light gasp.
The boy behind him said nothing.
Chen Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead. The other party has been like this since he came back.
"Are you disappointed that I couldn't escape from the crazy woman?" Chen Yang asked tentatively.
The answer he received was the sound of the medicine chest being slammed shut.
Chen Yang smelled the sinister aura emanating from the young man. His back stiffened and he sat quietly, not saying a word.
The atmosphere in the room was more depressing than ever before.
When Chao Jian was bandaging Chen Yang, he would raise his arms to make it easier for the other party to bandage him.
Chen Yang didn't know that when he made that move, the person behind him stared at his butterfly bones with bloodshot eyes and was stunned for a long time.
As far as Chen Yang could remember, he had never taken off his shirt and admired his back in the mirror, so he was not aware of the mark on his butterfly bones.
To be precise, it is a scar, as if it was bitten by teeth, and it is a mark left after repeated biting.
It's old, with some traces of time.
Chen Yang only knew that he had two dimples. Xiang Dong accidentally saw them and told him about it. When he failed to tease him, he got beaten up by him.
Now, the pair of dimples on the waist were right under Chao Jian's eyes.
Somehow, Chen Yang suddenly felt uncomfortable. He turned his head back and asked, "Are you done?"
"No." Chao Jian didn't even raise his head.
Chen Yang leaned forward, grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and pulled him back: "Why are you hiding?"
"It itches." Chen Yang said, "When you bandaged me, your breath sprayed up. My back is quite sensitive."
He tensed his body, and the lines from his shoulders to his waist became clearer.
"Crack!"
Chao Jian lowered his eyes and bit the milk slice, his throat sliding up and down violently as he made a swallowing motion.
When the gauze reached Chen Yang's chest, he looked at his nose and his heart. When Chao Jian's slender fingers rubbed him, his reaction was a little too big.
Finished.
I haven’t given myself a call in too long.
This hand is raised at the wrong time. If children see it, it will be considered as hooliganism.
Chen Yang awkwardly lifted up his shirt and put it around his waist in an attempt to cover up his appearance.
Chao Jian seemed not to notice. He continued to bandage Chen Yang at a moderate pace, his slightly cool fingers always touching him.
Shoulders, waist, abdomen, chest, back, everywhere.
Chao Jian bandaged Chen Yang's wound and left the room. He asked Xiangdong for a cigarette.
Xiangdong spat: "We are rivals in love. You ask me to borrow cigarettes. Don't you think I am too disrespectful?"
Having said that, he still threw the cigarette over.
Didn't this guy not smoke? Didn't he dislike Chen Yang smoking? Now he actually wants to smoke.
Xiangdong sneered in his heart, he had to help others.
It would be best if you get addicted after one smoke and become a smoker, and you can no longer be Chen Yang’s good boy.
Xiang Dong thought maliciously. He threw the lighter to Chao Jian and pretended to be concerned: "Do you know how to light a fire? Do you want Brother Dong to teach you?"
A "ding" sound came out from Chao Jian's fingers. He lit a cigarette against the dim wall, tilted his head slightly with skillful movements, and took a puff of the cigarette butt in his mouth.
Xiang Dong was furious and grabbed Chao Jian's clothes: "Fuck you, you are a heavy smoker yourself, why do you control Chen Yang and stop him from smoking? You are so pretentious!"
Chao Jian glanced at the hand at his collar with anger.
Xiangdong was about to take action when he suddenly turned around as if he had eyes behind him. He looked at Chen Yang who came out of the room, then withdrew his hand while cursing.
"I won't pave the way for you, a green tea girl!" Xiangdong snorted coldly and left.
Chen Yang ignored Xiangdong. He was confused by the figure leaning against the wall smoking. The person who said smoking was harmful to health was now smoking.
And he sucked very hard.
With every puff, a part of the cigarette burns away.
Chen Yang walked over and said with complicated eyes: "I thought you had never smoked."
"What do you think?" There was a flickering fire in Chao Jian's half-closed eyes. He closed his eyes, as if to control his emotions. "Many things you think are often wrong, brother."
Chen Yang was speechless.
"I haven't smoked for a long time, just one cigarette." Chao Jian spoke in a neutral tone with a hoarse voice.
At Chao Jian's age, Chen Yang was a heavy smoker, so even though he unexpectedly discovered that his partner had told him not to smoke but he was smoking so skillfully, he didn't want to blame him.
You are nineteen years old, an adult, so go ahead and smoke.
He also wanted to take a few puffs.
Chen Yang licked his lips. He was about to ask Xiangdong for a cigarette when half a cigarette was handed to him.
When Chen Yang came to his senses, the half-smoked cigarette was already between his lips, and the cigarette butt was wet with another person's saliva.
Chen Yang was smoking and looking at the night sky when he heard someone next to him say, "I'm going to sit in the lobby for a while. Don't follow me."
He looked at Chao Jian walking out of the wall with crutches in astonishment. His mind went blank and he said without thinking, "Be careful."
The tall and broad figure did not respond.
Chen Yang felt a little strange and didn't know how to describe it. This was the first time since he and Chao Jian became partners that the other party asked not to let him follow.
Are you in a bad mood
Chen Yang finished smoking his cigarette absentmindedly and walked to the team.
Several mobile phone lights and lanterns formed a circle. Xiang Zimu was repairing the stone statue in the circle. Her efficiency was very high. Now one third of it had been repaired. Judging from the outline, it was a baby. Chen Yang's guess was correct.
The crazy woman became very quiet. She stood beside Xiang Zimu, staring at the stone statue in the other's hand without blinking.
There is a thin sense of harmony in the atmosphere that breaks easily.
Qian Han and Ge Fei were both injured and couldn't help much, so Zhuzhu was helping Xiang Zimu.
Chen Yang looked at it for a while and then turned back to the room. When he reached the door, he stopped and then went in quickly: "Painter, what are you doing?"
The painter bent over, facing the bag beside Chen Yang's bed, and almost buried his entire head in it.
When Chen Yang approached, he found that the painter was in a very bad condition. His breathing was heavy and disordered, and his hands holding the edge of the bag were still shaking. This scene was very similar to that of the old tasker at the rest stop.
Chen Yang understood something in a flash.
It's incense.
The painter did not stand up; he maintained that posture, stretching his neck into the bag as if he wanted to eat the whole bag.
"Can I take the clothes in this bag?" the painter made an impolite and strange request.
Chen Yang looked at his thin face that looked like a dead person and said, "I can only give you one."
My partner needs it too.
Chen Yang didn't say the second half of the sentence because he knew the painter would understand.
The painter suppressed the urge to snatch the bag and tried hard to regain his sanity. Once he was a little more sober, he understood and did not push his luck further or cause trouble.
"Thank you." The painter looked at Chen Yang as if he were his savior, with redness in the corners of his eyes and a strong nasal tone in his voice.
Chen Yang gave his shirt to the painter.
The painter took the clothes and left. He came back soon and gave Chen Yang a handful of sparkling diamonds.
Chen Yang: “…”
Before you know it, you've become a rich man.
If he could unbind his ID number, he would never have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of his life, Chen Yang had an indescribable thought.
The painter did not leave.
Chen Yang saw what the painter was thinking and did not give a direct answer. Chao Jian had taken the incense from the woman in the small clinic, so he had no say in the matter. Besides...
Back in the real world, the chances of them running into the painter were slim; it all depended on luck.
Chen Yang felt that the painter was an old tasker with a five-digit ID number and he must know that contact information could not be exchanged in the task world.
"I still want to try." The painter was about the same height as Chao Jian. When he looked at Chen Yang, he was looking down at him, but now all his dignity was gone and only pleading was shown.
"Okay." Chen Yang didn't try to reason with a person who was suffering from mental trauma. He handed the small notebook on the table to the other party and said, "Write your phone number here."
"Okay, I'll write." The painter was a severe mysophobia patient, but he didn't notice that he touched the edge of the table.
Chen Yang glanced at the contents in the small notebook, which contained a long list.
They are personal mobile phone, work mobile phone, landline phone, driver's phone, housekeeper's phone, phone from hometown, and Emperor Garden's phone.
After writing, the painter looked through the address book on his phone. He tried to write down the numbers of all his relatives and friends, casting a wide net. Maybe if he wrote too many, one of the numbers might be missed by the rules and would not be blocked or tampered with.
Chen Yang watched in silence as the painter filled a whole page. He thought for a moment, took out Wang Kuanyou's diary from his backpack, and selected the information related to the diary.
The painter turned to the page pointing east without hesitation and started writing from the first line. He had done many tasks, but he did not write down all of them. He only wrote down the three that left a deep impression on him.
The final signature is - Diamond Bachelor.
Not knowing what Chen Yang was thinking, he asked the painter to write his phone number on it as well.
When Xiangdong came into the room after using the restroom, he saw the painter holding Chen Yang's clothes in a daze. He was not wearing disposable gloves and the smell of disinfectant on his body was not strong.
The painter raised his head with cold eyes: "Why don't you just say it directly, there are..."
"I reminded you on the first day of this mission. That's pretty damn loyal, isn't it?" Xiangdong interrupted him with a smile, "You didn't take it seriously. We'll do the experiment tonight."
The painter pursed his gray lips. Actually, he didn't want to do the experiment tonight. He just forgot to bring the spray. This made him discover the secret in the bag beside Chen Yang's bed.
"Chao Jian's condition is more serious than yours, but he looks like a human being, and you look like a ghost." Xiangdong squinted, "Do you know why?"
The painter had plenty of diamonds and so much wealth in his home that he couldn't remember how much he had. He also couldn't remember what it felt like to have a good night's sleep.
I haven't had a good sleep in a long time.
The painter sent people to travel around the country and abroad, and he would also go there himself. He tried everything, but there was no improvement, and he could only waste his life day by day.
Now there is finally a turn for the better and there is hope.
"Chao Jian has incense treatment." said the painter.
"I knew you would say that." Xiang Dong snorted, "This is the wrong answer. The correct answer is that he has old cabbage."
The painter remained noncommittal.
Xiangdong rubbed his chin: "You are still a virgin."
The painter remained calm and said, "Does this have anything to do with whether I am a virgin?"
"It matters a lot." Xiangdong put his legs on the table. "Love can make people die, make life worse than death, but it can also make people live."
The painter had not experienced the second half of Xiangdong's sentence, but he could understand it: "Chen Yang could not see his love."
Xiangdong's lips curled up evilly: "Yes."
"I haven't finished what I said." The painter said, "But sooner or later, Chen Yang will be able to see it."
Xiangdong kicked his sprained foot and said, "You're looking for death."
Damn it, can’t you see that I’m waiting for a third party to come in between them
Of course, he doesn't mind doing it himself.
Too bad there's no seam now.
At around four o'clock in the morning, Xiang Zimu repaired the stone statue. A few minutes later, both the statue and the crazy woman disappeared.
Chen Yang and the others looked at each other with dark eyes.
"Generally, there will be rewards or clues for completing these side quests." As a hardcore online game player, Qian Han spoke with a professional tone, "We won't let our work go in vain."
Zhuzhu grabbed her arm through her sunscreen shirt: "What about the reward? Where are the clues?"
Qian Han didn't respond to her.
Chen Yang went to knock on Miss Qiao's door and stood at the door and said, "Miss Qiao, you followed that woman for a day, so you must have gained something else."
Miss Qiao's sleepless voice came from the room: "Come in and talk."
Just as Chen Yang grabbed the door handle, he felt a familiar breath coming from behind him. He turned around and looked at Chao Jian, feeling inexplicably guilty: "She let me in."
Chao Jian looked at Chen Yang in silence.
After a moment, Chen Yang raised his voice to Miss Qiao in the room: "I won't go in. Everyone is in the yard. If it's convenient for you, come out for a while."
Miss Qiao didn't come out, she just threw a ball of paper into the yard.
"The ones above are all crazy women talking nonsense." After saying this, Miss Qiao closed the door and went to lie down to recuperate.
Chen Yang picked up the paper ball and opened it. There were words on both sides, in sections and quite scattered.
Miss Qiao's handwriting is very different from her personality, it is chic and sharp, like a knight in the swordsman's world.
Chen Yang looked at the contents on the paper ball and became more and more frightened. His expression changed again and again, and the same went for the others.
After they finished reading the last paragraph on the back, they all fell silent.
This piece of paper contains the reasons why the crazy woman hates young men, as well as what happened to her and her entire family.
Ms. Qiao added her own summary and understanding when recording, which was easier for Chen Yang and the others to accept, but a little difficult to digest.
Three years ago, the town had a named fish.
That day, the crazy girl's child was just one month old. Her father wanted the family to have better food, so he got up early in the morning to go fishing in the river. When he returned after dark, he found that two of the fish had names on their backs.
They happened to be two traveling merchants who came into the town to do business.
The crazy woman and her family didn't dare tell anyone that their house caught fire that night and her child was missing. Along with the child, her husband and the two fish were also missing.
Her parents and younger brother died in the fire, and she went crazy as a result.
Chen Yang pursed his lips. He and Chao Jian could not find out anything about Widow Zhou, nor about the crazy woman. The townspeople all kept silent about it. He only now realized what was going on.
Was the fire set by the crazy woman's husband? Who did he take Mingmingyu and the child to look for? Who dug out the child's eyes and pressed them on the stairs
And those two traveling merchants, the fish named after them were eaten three years ago, and all those who came to the town after that were ghosts.
These puzzles need Gao Degui to solve.
"There was already a name for the fish three years ago..." Zhuzhu nervously bent her back and lowered her head, as if someone was following her from behind, "The mayor has hidden a lot from us."
Chen Yang had a hunch that three years ago was not the first time that the named fish appeared.
Since "a Jiazi" does not mean that there will be a mark if sixty years of life are robbed, then it must be related to other things and cannot be useless information.
"Damn, my headache is so bad. I'm going to sleep and we'll talk about it tomorrow." Xiangdong went back to his room yawning.
Zhuzhu wanted to talk to Qian Han, but he walked past her without stopping.
"I'm going to sleep too." Ge Fei touched the gauze on his face and head.
After a while, Chen Yang and Chao Jian were the only ones left in the yard. One of them was thinking about something, while the other was tapping his crutch. They had their own space, but it was not broken.
Chen Yang suddenly grabbed Chao Jian's arm and said, "I want to go to the land temple to have a look."
Chao Jian said nothing and walked towards the courtyard wall on crutches. Chen Yang trotted after him. Their second attempt to climb over the wall was smoother than the last time.
Arriving at the land temple, Chen Yang held up his cell phone and searched everywhere. The crazy woman had never come back, so where had she gone with the stone statue of the child
Chen Yang fell into deep thought again, and Chao Jian continued his work of tapping with his crutches.
The sunlight shone into the land temple, touching the two people who had not slept all night and entangling them.
Chen Yang leaned against the wall unconsciously, and his shoulder was poked by the crutch, which prevented the wound on his back from touching the wall. He didn't know what he was thinking about, his tired look disappeared, and he became very excited.
Chao Jian looked at the light in his eyes and asked, "Where are you going this time?"
Chen Yang said: "By the river."
Chao Jian still said nothing, just accompanied him.
When Chen Yang and Chao Jian went to the river, it was already dawn. They saw the crazy woman standing in the river holding a stone statue of a baby, her arms and body swaying slightly.
Before they could get close, the crazy woman and the stone statue lay down in the water.
Like sleeping.