Wen Shicai didn't care about the host's predicament and focused all his attention on the child in his arms.
Each of the parallel worlds has similarities... After experiencing the previous copy, he had to admit that he and the boy also had similarities in dealing with interpersonal relationships.
And this child looked innocent, how could they be similar? Wen Shi was sure that there was absolutely no such thing as innocence in his own character.
The paired guest on the stage was getting a little impatient: "Bring the information over here, we'll pass it around."
The host must be crazy to give it to them, otherwise people will run away after seeing it.
After making sure that no one wanted him and his father, the little boy wiped the black dust off his face with his sleeve, leaned on Wen Shi's shoulder and stared at the sick-looking man behind him.
The man opposite him had a rolling Adam's apple, and his hungry eyes occasionally glanced at the guests who came with him. As if he sensed something, when he looked away, he happened to meet the child's eyes.
The little boy waved quietly, revealing his delicate arms.
The man smiled, his teeth were deformed and black. Although the baby was thin and looked malnourished, he seemed to taste very delicious.
The host's ability to save the situation was quite strong. He immediately thought of this and put on a professional smile again: "Children don't necessarily need to be raised. They can have other uses. Don't you agree?"
Many paired guests immediately understood what he meant.
A man with a fat face swallowed his saliva, and walked towards Wen Shi with some intention.
The sickly-looking man also came over.
The host looked at the old lady and said, "Children can occasionally serve tea and water and help with some housework." Then he looked at the woman in the red cotton jacket and said, "The village is planning to build a bridge recently. Your father is an engineer and the family has surplus food. It shouldn't be difficult to raise a child."
The woman had been rolling her eyes at Wen Shi before, but after listening to the host's words and thinking for a moment, she actually suppressed her disgust and took the initiative to walk over with flowers.
Liu Yun was worried: "It seems that the people he recruited are not human."
The player who was in debt said: "Okay, with these conditions, I'll be very lucky to be matched successfully."
The scene became lively again. Wen Shi held the child in one hand and took the bouquets of flowers presented to him with the other hand.
The host asked excitedly: "Mr. Aaron, who do you want to vote for?"
The woman in the red cotton-padded jacket was the most enthusiastic. She was naturally arrogant and would raise her pointed chin high when she spoke: "Use your brain before making a decision. Many people want to climb the high branches of our family but cannot."
Wen Shi was more focused on picking the old lady. Since he had the ability to transform his body and wander around, his sixth sense had become stronger. His intuition told Wen Shi that among all the people present, the old lady was the easiest to deal with.
There is also an old ghost in his ghost box. If you choose the old lady, you can also find a sunset romance for the old ghost.
"As a person, you can't just think about yourself. I have to think about the old ghost too."
Wen Shi stretched out his hand, and the old lady's face was full of wrinkles when she smiled. However, the child suddenly held Wen Shi's arm and pointed at the woman in the red cotton-padded jacket.
"Is this kid going to perform a suicide scene? That woman looks very powerful." Rain water drifted in at an angle, and a player in the audience wrinkled his nose as he said, "What does this rain smell like?"
It's like pouring a whole bottle of toilet water into a smelly cesspool, the smells of the two combine together.
Wen Shi: "Choose her?"
"The elder sister wears a gold chain and a gold bracelet," the child said, making a pie-in-the-sky gesture. "Follow her, and you'll have delicious food and drinks."
The red-coat lady glanced at him and said, "You have good taste."
"Okay." Wen Shi left the flowers for the woman in the red coat.
The host was afraid that he would regret it, so he immediately made a decision: "Congratulations to the first person who succeeded in holding hands!"
The red-coat girl is number 13. After Wen Shi was paired with her, more cameras followed them. After the successful hand-holding, the couple will be arranged to sit on the pink love chairs exclusively for the program team.
Almost no one paid attention to Ji Yuanzhi and the girl with big wavy hair, even the cameraman was slacking off.
The child sat on Wen Shi's lap, looking around curiously, as if he didn't understand why so many cameras were pointed at them.
Wen Shi patiently helped him tidy up his messy hair and said calmly, "We are the guarantee of the ratings."
"Dad." The child pulled Wen Shi's sleeve. He didn't talk often before, which caused him to stutter a little. But after meeting Wen Shi, this problem improved a lot, and he only stuttered occasionally. "Food and lodging are provided. It's very, very good."
He was praising the program crew, his eyes curved and his two dimples moved, and his smile made Wen Shi's heart almost melt.
When the red-coat woman heard the word "wrap", she muttered something strange: "There are plenty of good places for you to live."
"Hello." Ji Yuanzhi, who was very close to them, suddenly took the initiative to extend his hand to the child, "You look a lot like your father."
Having seen Wen Shi’s younger brother appear out of nowhere, Ji Yuanzhi naturally would not underestimate this suddenly appearing child.
The purpose of his greeting was, firstly, to investigate, and secondly, to get more shots.
Ji Yuanzhi considered the issue very comprehensively. A guest without camera would have no value. It is safe to select people as matching guests, but correspondingly, it loses the attraction.
A sentence that seemed to compliment the child touched his heart, "Hello."
The little hand was not even half the size of Ji Yuanzhi's hand, but Ji Yuanzhi felt the other person's pulse. There was a pulse, but it was beating very slowly.
"What's your name?" Ji Yuanzhi continued to ask without changing his expression.
"A'sang." The hair that had been trimmed by Wen Shi became soft again. The child lowered his eyes. In the thunderstorm, there was not a trace of blood on his pale cheeks.
Ji Yuanzhi's paired guest frowned. Why did it feel a little weird
She hesitated for a moment and looked at Ji Yuanzhi sideways: "Do you feel something is wrong?"
Ji Yuanzhi didn't hear her words clearly, and inevitably thought of Pei Wenwei's time in the welfare home. The child was like a miniature of the other's childhood, lonely and with nothing.
"Lost?"
The child opened his eyes wide in surprise, then nodded: "Yes, it's the 'zombie' part."
While holding him, Wen Shi's hands tightened slightly, and she figured out why the child's temperature was abnormally low.
Ji Yuanzhi touched the child's head and said to the paired guest, "It's quite pitiful."
The child didn't blink at all, and finally opened his mouth and said "eh".
The 'child's father' also had a face full of question marks.
The pairing on the stage was still going on. Before Wen Shi came up, Ji Yuanzhi, a golden bachelor, had received less than ten flowers. But since Wen Shi appeared, the eyes of all the pairing guests have changed. They are no longer so picky. They just think that everyone who came on stage later has their own merits. Even the player who owed debts was discovered to have two shining points: unmarried and without children.
Players were matched one after another, and one of them couldn't help but say, "Pei Wenwei is a living candle!"
Thanks to a farce when he came on stage, players can directly exclude the guest who gave him flowers at the end, greatly increasing the success rate of selecting the right person.
The candle dedicated to lighting up others is sticking with a child.
"Look at the rain." said A Sang.
Wen Shi moved his chair a little further away, and the camera immediately followed.
Like all playful children, Ah Sang stretched his hand outside the shed and caught the raindrops falling from the air. Not long after, he retracted his arm, wiped his hand carefully with the cameraman's clothes, and then put it back into Wen Shi's arms.
"Today is another successful day. All the special guests have been successfully paired." The host looked pleased.
He focused on the area where the players were. "Next, we will start a three-day heart-warming journey in Fengguan Village. The guests paired with you this time are all successful people who have walked out of Fengguan Village. I believe that you can get to know each other in this beautiful land and form a new family in the future."
The songs played on the speakers were as passionate as ever, and the host bowed slightly, indicating the end of the pairing session.
The villagers stood up, each opened a black umbrella, and walked slowly towards the house in the distance.
The production crew is still filming, and the staff are dismantling the shed and stage.
A Sang: "Dad, go hide under the tree."
The red-coat woman sneered, "Don't you know that you can't go under a tree during a thunderstorm?"
Wen Shi searched and found that the umbrellas in the mall were grey items and could not be purchased.
Commander Ah Sang said, "Put me on your head and run over quickly."
He took out a bloodstained white coat from his backpack. Since the distance was not far, he temporarily blocked the way and ran under a big tree.
When the other players saw Wen Shi hiding from the rain, they followed him under the tree. The water had a strange smell and was turbid, so everyone was wary.
There was not enough room under the tree, and the cameraman only captured a few scenes. Anyway, the main shooting time today was at midnight, and the content in front of the camera would not arouse much interest among the audience.
"Let's go." The woman in the red coat urged Wen Shi.
The heavy rain gradually stopped, and the moon in the sky was glowing blood red. Wen Shi followed behind her, his back gradually blurred until he disappeared among the low houses in the village.
"What's the story with that kid who looks a lot like Pei Wenwei?" the petite girl asked the key question.
Ji Yuanzhi said calmly: "Most likely he violated some taboo. It's not easy to take a child on a blind date. The game is making it more difficult for him."
It made sense and had good evidence. Except for Liu Yun who knew that Ji Yuanzhi was most likely covering up for Wen Shi, everyone else temporarily believed this statement.
The remaining players' paired guests were communicating with the host, and those whose pairings were unsuccessful expressed various dissatisfactions.
The host patiently comforted her, smiling almost to the back of her ears: "The main station sent a message that the copyright of our program has been purchased by a wealthy overseas businessman named You. In the future, there will be more and more special guests participating."
When they heard that there would be a steady stream of special guests, everyone laughed.
The Red Coat Woman's family is a well-known wealthy family in Fengguan Village, and they own a large house with three entrances and three exits. Each courtyard has a main house and wing rooms. What is more strange is that there are many rain corridors built here. The misty rain corridor should be a beautiful scene, but this rain corridor is built without any aesthetic feeling, winding and twisting, like a long snake in the foggy weather.
Wen Shi had a feeling that he was being watched since he entered Fengguan Village. Now that he had arrived at a relatively private house, this feeling was intensified.
There were people coming and going in the house, and the temperature in the entire old house was abnormally low.
"Uncle Li." The woman in the red coat called out to the old man who was directing the servants to do something, "This is the person I like. Go find a place for them to stay."
The old man hunched his back, staring at Wen Shi with his dark eyes: "A son-in-law with a child is not worthy of the master."
Red Coat Woman: "My dad will like this kid."
The old man had worked in the house all his life, so he understood the deeper meaning of the words and his attitude towards Wen Shi improved: "Please follow me."
Wen Shi was directly arranged to the nearest wing room. There were locust trees planted in front of the door and willows planted behind the house. The house surrounded by trees was particularly cool. The cameraman followed here and reminded: "Shoot at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."
After saying that, he left.
Wen Shi was lying on the bed with the child, and the bedding was damp. "The village is very dangerous. Don't leave my side. Do you understand?"
The child nodded obediently.
Wen Shi wrote on his soft palm: "Zombie's Sang?"
The child opened his eyes, with a pair of distinct black and white, and continued to nod.
"You said earlier to hide from the rain. What's the problem with the rain?"
"Corpse oil." These two simple words make people shudder.
Wen Shi was silent for a moment: "I don't know much about this place yet. No matter what we do, we need to follow one principle: stability."
It was getting late now, and after giving his instructions, Wen Shi said softly, "Go to sleep."
Boom boom boom.
Just as I closed my eyes, someone knocked on the door. It was Old Li, the housekeeper, who reminded me in a hoarse voice, "It's best not to go out at night."
After waiting for a while, seeing that Wen Shi had no intention of opening the door, Lao Li's footsteps gradually faded away.
It was completely dark outside, and Fengguan Village was eerily quiet at night. After an unknown amount of time, Wen Shi finally felt a little sleepy, and in the dimness, the feeling of being watched intensified.
Who, who is looking at him
Wen Shi opened his eyes and, with the help of the sparse moonlight, discovered that the doors of the wardrobe and the box all had a gap, as if something was peeking out from inside.
He remembered that when he entered the room earlier, the cabinet doors were closed.
Taking a deep breath, Wen Shi went downstairs to close them, but there was only one shoe on the concrete floor, and the other shoe was nowhere to be found.
Wen Shi was very careful in the game, and believed some folk sayings. Whenever he put his shoes away, the toes would not point to the bedside, as it was said that ghosts would follow them to find him. Now the toes of the only shoes that remain not only point to the bed, but also point to a certain place.
Wen Shi bent over and looked in the direction of the shoe tip—
Under the bed, a pale face stared straight at him. Their eyes met suddenly, and he asked faintly, "Are you looking for me?"
"!"
The veins on his hands bulged, Wen Shi's heartbeat accelerated wildly, he clenched his fists and insisted on not looking away. Just when Wen Shi was considering whether to summon the zombie, the face suddenly disappeared, as if everything was just an illusion.
"It's real." He was sure that he had seen this face before. It was a servant in the mansion.
Take the shoes from under the bed and close the doors of the wardrobe and box.
Silence returned to the room.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the creaking noise made Wen Shi, whose breathing had just stabilized, hold his breath again. His ears moved, keenly catching the slightest sound. He turned his head and saw that the box that had been closed before was opened again.
There were at least four or five boxes in the room, empty and empty. The boxes were low, like the wardrobe, all in pure black rectangular shapes. From the bed, the boxes stacked in all directions looked like coffins that couldn't be closed.
We're watching you.
As long as you are here, we will always be watching you. Your every move, every word, nothing can escape our eyes.
The cool wind brushed against his cheeks, and it seemed as if a voice was repeating these words in his ears. Surrounded by countless pairs of eyes, Wen Shi just wanted to rush out, rush into the vast world to escape these gazes.
This feeling became stronger and stronger, almost dominating my entire consciousness.
Wen Shi suppressed his urge and slept sideways facing the wall, avoiding looking at the annoying boxes and wardrobe. However, the feeling of being stared at followed him everywhere, not only behind him, but also in front of him.
"Something's wrong."
Wen Shi stood up and looked around, finally finding out where the new source of the peeping came from.
There were several small holes at the head of the bed, and the holes were covered with eyes. The dilated pupils were very large, almost blocking all the holes. On the other side of the wall, someone was peeping at them through these small holes!
Wen Shi closed his eyes and thought: People in the house said that it is best not to go out at night, so as long as the door is gone, it will be fine.
He was disturbed too much by the ghosts in the house, so it was understandable that he used [One Sword to Destroy It] to destroy the whole door.
"Baby, are you asleep?" A Sang disliked the quilt being too damp, so he kicked it off, exposing his little belly. Wen Shi helped him cover it again and asked in a low voice.
Although it is a zombie, the child still has some heartbeat and should have the biological instinct to sleep.
If you fall asleep, Dad will go out and kill all the ghosts in this house.
Ah Sang opened his eyes: "Not yet."
Wen Shi's arrogant attitude suddenly weakened: "Go to sleep."
After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.
I'm so hungry.
In the middle of the night, Ah Sang quietly opened his eyes a crack, reached for the bowl on the cabinet with his little hand, and held it in his arms like a treasure, "Dad, are you asleep?"
If he sleeps, he goes out to have a meal.
In the darkness, Wen Shi opened his eyes: "No?" He asked considerately: "Do you want to go to the bathroom? I'll accompany you."
“… No.” Ah Sang pouted and lay down again.
In the second half of the night, Wen Shi tossed and turned, once again looking at the half-open wardrobe and boxes with a cold smile, which would sooner or later blind these prying eyes.
Ah Sang stared blankly at the eyes in the small hole at the head of the bed, hugged the bowl tightly, and murmured softly: "Tomorrow, tomorrow for sure."
(End of this chapter)