The doctor was in a trance and was completely led by Su Xiaoying.
Because there were no more vacant rooms on the second floor, Su Xiaoying was placed in the attic. She took the doctor upstairs, sat down and poured her a glass of water.
"Drink some water." Su Xiaoying cared, "Maybe it will be better after drinking it."
The doctor held the water glass in a daze and didn't move.
Su Xiaoying sat next to the doctor and asked, "What's wrong?"
The doctor looked down at his right wrist. The towel that was originally tied there had been loosened, and it hung there loosely, and it fell off with a gentle pull.
In such a short period of time, the epidermis of the sarcoma growing on it was stretched until it was transparent and round, like a bunch of ripe grapes hanging on her skin.
The doctor couldn't take it himself, and vomited.
Su Xiaoying covered her mouth, but looking into her eyes, there was no trace of panic or disgust, but rather gloating.
After the doctor finished retching, her face turned paler, and she said incoherently: "I am cursed, I took a gold bracelet, please help me, you must know how to remove the curse? I didn't mean it, You have to save me!"
She didn't dare to take the gold bracelet, so she just grabbed it through the towel.
Su Xiaoying held down the doctor's intact left hand: "Don't be nervous, I've been in the town for so long, I've heard more or less..."
Under Su Xiaoying's comfort, the doctor's mood gradually calmed down, only his eyes were still red.
Su Xiaoying said: "There is no way to lift this curse, and it is not possible to return the thing. If you take it, you will be affected by the cause and effect."
After hearing this, the doctor turned ashen as if he had been declared terminally ill with cancer. He loosened his hand and the gold bracelet he was holding fell to the ground, making a "ding" sound.
But Su Xiaoying changed her words: "But... the curse can be transferred."
The doctor's eyes lit up little by little.
Curses can be transferred.
It is better to have sarcomas on others than on hers.
Su Xiaoying picked up the gold bracelet and stuffed it into the doctor's hand.
The doctor grasped the golden bracelet and said nothing. It may be that she buckled too much rationally and did not find that Su Xiaoying touched the gold bracelet with her hands without any scruples when there was a curse.
"Okay." Su Xiaoying said slowly, "Have a drink."
The doctor raised his arm mechanically and took a sip of water.
The water was a bit fishy, but she didn't pay attention and drank it whole.
Su Xiaoying touched the top of the doctor's head and said, "Just get some sleep."
The doctor nodded.
Su Xiaoying sent people to the door, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Did you find my old notebook?"
Doctor: "No, no..."
After Su Xiaoying confirmed it, she smiled with satisfaction: "Good boy, go back."
The doctor returned to his room like a wandering soul, still holding the gold bracelet in his hand.
What happened in the cave just now inspired Shen Dongqing. After he got to the room, he followed Zhou Wenyan and tried all kinds of methods.
Then he heard the game say: [Player Zhou Wenyan regained his senses and got out of madness]
Mission accomplished!
Shen Dongqing was trying to get up with one hand, but as soon as he left, he was dragged back and firmly trapped in his arms.
Shen Dongqing gestured with his eyes: "Isn't it okay?"
Zhou Wenyan: "Okay, can I hug you after I'm done?"
Shen Dongqing moved a bit and found a comfortable position to lie down: "How do you feel now?"
Zhou Wenyan lowered his head and kissed the bangs in front of his forehead, after a while, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "It feels pretty good, and I would like to do it again if I have a chance."
Shen Dongqing patted him and said angrily, "There will be no next time."
Zhou Wenyan, who was in a state of madness, was really not alone compared to usual. Maybe in this state, he could take off all his disguises and show all his emotions in front of Shen Dongqing.
No restraint, no repression.
Shen Dongqing: "Do you have any ideas now?"
Zhou Wenyan: "A little bit."
Shen Dongqing: "Come and listen."
Zhou Wenyan rolled over and sat up, and found Su Xiaoying's diary from the bedside table.
There is a thick stack of diaries, and most of the diaries are written.
Shen Dongqing leaned over: "Didn't you see it?"
Zhou Wenyan: "Maybe there is something missing."
Su Xiaoying is a literary girl who likes to write. She will write out what happens every day. Before they saw her diary after she came to the ancient town, did she write a diary about the ancient town before she came to the ancient town
Zhou Wenyan turned from back to front, and finally found the page of the diary before Shen Dongqing fell asleep.
[September 10, sunny
My friend and I went to a small city to collect folklore. Out of curiosity, I asked the guide if there were any interesting places nearby. The guide was a little strange, like he wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it. Finally, after putting in a sum of money, he said that there was a remote The ancient town is a cursed place. People around don't dare to go there. People there never come out, and I don't know if anyone still lives in it.
The companions were very interested in this mysterious place and wanted to plan to go there. After the guide couldn't persuade them, they could only remind them not to buy gold there.
gold? We didn't bring so much money, haha...]
Zhou Wenyan: "Gold?"
He remembered many details that he hadn't noticed.
For example, the old man who brought them by bicycle has a thick gold chain around his neck, the aunt wears a full set of gold jewelry, the aborigines wear more or less gold jewelry, and the old lady's funeral objects also contain gold utensils .
These are all places that you won't notice, after all, people with a little wealth will bring some gold jewelry.
but now…
Gold is definitely a key place.
Gold, caves, monsters inside caves.
Could it be that the gold was dug out of the cave
Zhou Wenyan put down the notebook and went back to see Shen Dongqing.
Shen Dongqing fell asleep leaning on his shoulder, breathing softly.
Zhou Wenyan kissed his forehead, lay down with the person in his arms, and turned off the light again.
In the darkness, only silence remained.
September 18 was very special. The detective was thinking about this. He didn't sleep well all night, and finally came to the lobby on the first floor until dawn.
The aunt who would have been watching the morning show in front of the TV early was gone.
But the detectives didn't notice it either.
After a while, Zhou Wenyan and Shen Dongqing went downstairs, followed by Su Xiaoying.
The detective asked, "Where's the doctor?"
The doctor has the ability to treat and can be regarded as an important role, so the detective took care of it.
After waiting for a while, breakfast was over, and the doctor had not come down, the detective stood up and said, "I'll go up and have a look."
As soon as the detective went upstairs, he saw the doctor coming down. She was wearing a wide coat today and looked weak. She walked down the stairs slowly, and as she passed the detective, her body tilted, and a golden object fell out of her pocket.
ding ding ding —
The golden bracelet rolled down the stairs, and after turning around, it finally stopped on the first floor.
The doctor leaned on the handrail of the stairs and coughed weakly: "Can you pick it up for me?"
When did the doctor wear a bracelet
The thought flashed through the detective's mind, but he didn't think too much about it, and bent over to pick up the gold bracelet.
But before he touched the gold bracelet, a black light came from the sky.
Benedict —
A chopstick brushed past the detective's finger and poked directly into the floor, leaving only a small portion of it vibrating outside.
The detective swallowed and looked at the place where the chopsticks flew: "What's wrong?"
Zhou Wenyan held the remaining chopstick and asked, "Where did you get the gold bracelet?"
The doctor lowered his head and covered the expression on his face: "I brought it, I haven't brought it before."
Detective: "Go through psychology."
[Successful Psychology Test]
[You think the doctor said nothing wrong. As for her pale face and trembling voice, she was probably frightened yesterday and has not recovered.]
The detective looked at Zhou Wenyan again.
Zhou Wenyan did not speak.
The detective kept his mind, pulled out the chopsticks that had penetrated into the floor, picked up the gold bracelet, and carefully handed it to the doctor.
The doctor didn't expect this kind of operation, so he stiffened for a moment, and then said, "Thank you, thank you..."
She put away the gold bracelet and sat down in awe.
Anyone with eyes on the scene knew that the doctor had a ghost in his heart, but the game said she didn't lie.
The detective was a little confused.
After being quiet for a while, the detective looked left and right and asked, "Are you still saving people?"
Shen Dongqing: "Help me."
Detective: Then why don't you panic at all
Zhou Wenyan stood up: "Wait, I'll pour a glass of water."
He walked over to the counter and poured a glass of water, which was even weirder today than before.
Even if they were so far apart, they could still smell a stench, and there seemed to be a layer of bloodshot floating on the water.
Just as Zhou Wenyan went to pour the water, Su Xiaoying said hesitantly, "I'm a little scared, can I stay here?"
"I really don't want to go back there again," she pleaded.
[Su Xiaoying used persuasion on you]
[Persuasion check succeeded]
[You think Su Xiaoying is extraordinarily fragile, like a little white flower that is about to be blown off. That's right, she was thrown in an underground cave for 18 years, and it's only natural for her to be afraid, since that's the case...]
Shen Dongqing: "Stun and take away."
[? ? ?]
Su Xiaoying:
Shen Dongqing slowly showed a smile and comforted: "If you faint, you can't see anything, don't be afraid."
God damn don't be afraid.
Su Xiaoying laughed dryly: "No, no need—"
Shen Dongqing: "It's alright, I'm afraid that this problem will be cured at once, and it will be over in no time."
Seeing that Shen Dongqing was about to come over, Su Xiaoying quickly stood up: "Go! Let's go together!"
Shen Dongqing seemed to have some regrets: "Do you really need help?"
Su Xiaoying: "No, no need."
In the end, everyone reached an agreement in harmony and was ready to set off to save the photographer.
The detective said: "You have experienced the last sacrifice, you should know where it was held?"
Su Xiaoying lowered her head and walked in the middle of the team: "I forgot."
The detective didn't think much of it.
After all, eighteen years have passed, and it is normal not to remember.
The group hurriedly hurried, and arrived at the Girl's Temple half as fast as usual.
Today, the girl's temple has a new look, the weeds have been cleaned up, the incense candles have been lit again, and even the dead branches at the entrance are decorated with red cloth strips.
I walked in and saw that the girl was wearing a coat.
Detective: "This is the photographer's!"
The clothes are here, but the people are gone.
Detective: "Roll a Scouting check!"
After the lessons learned in the first two days, the detective can already use various skills flexibly. But what he didn't know was that he was relying more and more on this model.
The game quickly gave an answer: [Successful check]
[You find that there are a bunch of messy footprints at the entrance of the Girl's Temple, and there are many people on the other side, leading to the path up the mountain on the right]
Detective: "They went to the right!"
He couldn't wait to go up, and halfway there, he found that the people behind were not following.
"What are you doing?" the detective looked back.
Shen Dongqing and Zhou Wenyan were still in the Girl's Temple, not knowing what they were doing.
The detective paused, then turned back.
The Girl's Temple has been cleaned up, and the dust and spider webs that have accumulated on the walls for 18 years have been cleaned up. Behind the stone statue of the Girl, there is a whole mural painted on it.
The color of the mural has faded, and only vague outlines can be seen, while Zhou Wenyan and Shen Dongqing are standing in front of the mural.
It is rumored that the Girl Temple is to bless the little girl to grow up smoothly, the big girl to go smoothly, and to bless the marriage of young men and women. It is not a serious god.
However, people in the ancient town have always believed in the girl temple, so the incense is flourishing.
Gradually, a profession was born in the ancient town, that is, temple Zhu. People with this surname served the goddess of girls in the era.
And because the girl god loves cherry blossoms, the Miaozhu family will plant a cherry blossom in the yard of their home.
Shen Dongqing immediately thought of the old lady hanging on the tree oh no, it was the tree on which the old lady was hanging.
Su Xiaoying's voice rang next to her: "...Aren't you saving people?"
Shen Dongqing looked away from the mural: "Save me."
Su Xiaoying's expression was mixed with anxiety: "It will be too late if we don't go!"
Shen Dongqing glanced at her: "Are you in a hurry?"
Su Xiaoying: "I..." She responded and smiled awkwardly, "Isn't this your companion?"
Shen Dongqing threw a sentence lightly: "It's not very important."
Detective and Su Xiaoying: …
Shen Dongqing paused, then said, "But she still has a picture in her camera for me, so let's go and save it."
The detective looked complicated.
So is the photo still more important
Su Xiaoying smiled awkwardly and explained the anxiety just now: "After all, I was a victim before, and I don't want to have another victim."
Shen Dongqing gave a "uh" and applauded: "That's right."
Su Xiaoying stiffened.
Why do you always feel that Shen Dongqing means "You continue to act and I will watch"
Su Xiaoying ignored this strange feeling and said, "Then let's hurry over there."
The group walked out of the Girl's Temple and walked up the path where the footprints appeared.
Halfway through, there was a gust of wind blowing above, and a song was mixed in the wind.
"Girl, girl, go out sixteen, seventeen marry, eighteen like a flower—"
The detective suddenly looked up: "Sakura!"
The songs were also coming from above, maybe they were holding a sacrificial ceremony.
Shen Dongqing raised his head and looked over.
The detective waited for his answer.
Unexpectedly, Shen Dongqing looked at it for a while, then shook his head and said, "It's really ugly. Sure enough, if it is out of tune once, it will be out of tune countless times."
detective:…
Why is the focus so strange every time
Shen Dongqing was still surprised: "Why are you looking at me? Hurry up and go up."
The detective paused and continued to walk forward.
When they reached the top of the mountain, they found a group of aboriginal people on it. They changed into uniform clothes, sackcloth and a red belt, all with weird smiles on their faces.
Shen Dongqing shook his head: "It's impossible to gather a crowd of feudal superstitions."
Detective: "…Let's hide for a while and see what they're going to do."
Su Xiaoying said in a low voice: "They are going to perform sacrifices, it is best to interrupt them quickly."
Where they were standing, the photographer could be seen tied to a wooden frame, her coat was taken off, and she was put on a very wide robe. She wanted to struggle, but she was tied so tightly that a piece of cloth was stuffed into her mouth, and she could only make a "uuuuu" sound.
The aborigines below seemed to have not seen her despair, and sang in unison: "Girl, girl, go out sixteen, seventeen marry, eighteen like a flower, girl, good girl, you are a good girl —"
The voice fell, and all the aborigines stared at the photographer in unison, with fanatical expectations in their eyes.
"girl."
"You are a good girl."
"So, would you like to..."
"Dying instead of us?!"
No, not willing!
The photographer shook his head frantically.
But the aboriginal people didn't care about her little resistance at all. For them, it was just an irrelevant little link, just a scene.
Whether the photographer likes it or not, she will dedicate it to the gods.
An elderly man walked out of the aborigines team. His beard and hair were all white and he looked very kind. Holding his cane, he slowly approached the photographer, and when he raised his hand, he left a red mark on the photographer's forehead.
The photographer seemed to have noticed something and stepped back desperately, but after all, she couldn't escape. She felt a chill in her forehead, and a drop of red liquid flowed down.
The older man stepped back in satisfaction, dropped his crutches and raised his hands: "Start-"
Before the last word was uttered, the aborigines present heard a voice from behind.
"She doesn't want to."
The aborigines turned their heads in unison.
Shen Dongqing walked out generously: "Are you all blind? She obviously doesn't want to."
The aboriginal looked gloomy: "She is willing."
Shen Dongqing: "She doesn't want to."
Aboriginal: "She..."
Shen Dongqing stopped the car's behavior: "If you want to ask her, it's over."
The focus returned to the photographer. When she couldn't speak, she almost used all her strength to shake her head, almost shaking her head into a rattle.
The Aborigines began to brainwash: "...she's a good girl."
"She would like to."
"She's a good girl."
The photographer let out a "bah", and finally spit out the cloth stuck in his mouth. His voice was hoarse but full of power: "Well, you bastard, I'm full of all kinds of heinous crimes, smoking, drinking, and burning your head are never a fucking good girl—"
Perhaps because the perfect logic has never been cracked, the aborigines were stunned for a moment, and then they decided that if it is not a good girl, a bad girl can make do with it.
But before the sacrificial ceremony begins, these troublemakers must be dealt with.
The aborigines picked up various tools, and with the same expression, they coldly pressed towards Shen Dongqing.
They went up.
They do it.
… they fell.
The aboriginals lay down on the ground in unison, not a single one was missing, and the whole family was neat and tidy.
Shen Dongqing went over and put the photographer down.
The photographer fell to the ground as soon as his legs softened.
But obviously, Shen Dongqing had no intention of helping others.
The photographer climbed up with difficulty, his face was pale, and his state was a little wrong: "He, they..."
Shen Dongqing looked in the direction the photographer pointed, and saw the aborigines lying neatly on the ground: "What's wrong?"
The photographer swallowed: "Don't you think something is wrong with them?"
Shen Dongqing: "Huh?"
Photographer: "Maybe my sanity dropped too much, so..."
The photographer was taken away yesterday, and she was frightened all night. The game made a sanity check on her every hour, and every time she failed, her sanity was deducted.
Fortunately, she was lucky, otherwise she would have been detained as mentally retarded.
It may be that her sanity has dropped to a certain level now. In her eyes, the aborigines in front of her look... very strange.
Shen Dongqing kicked the nearest aborigines with his toes and instructed the game, "Give me a Sanity check."
Since his sanity has been lowered to a certain level, he can see some special pictures, so he should see it too!
[…]
[This is an unreasonable request]
Shen Dongqing thought for a while: "I feel very scared now." He paused, and increased his tone, "I'm especially scared."
In order to prevent the bad guys from stalking, the game agreed to his request.
[Successful Sanity Check]
[You are calm now and do not feel any fear]
Shen Dongqing: "Then pass an Inspiration check."
[Inspiration check failed]
[You look at the aborigines rolling on the ground and you just think they are a little funny]
In the game, you can check anyway, and if you succeed, I will lose.
Shen Dongqing: "Come again."
[…]
The game felt that Shen Dongqing was going to exhaust the dice throwers to death.
[Check failed]
[Check failed]
…
Shen Dongqing and the dice were exhausted: "Come again!"
[Successful Inspiration Check]
[When you stare at the aboriginal people in front of you for an unknown number of times, you find that the people lying on the ground begin to melt. That's right, like an overheated wax figure, the skin, muscles, and internal organs were all pulled down layer by layer, almost turning into a pool of mud and lying on the ground. They wriggled and groaned on the ground, one after another sarcoma grew out, densely packed together...]
[Make Sanity Check]
[Failed sanity check, deduct 5 points of sanity]
Shen Dongqing touched his chin and looked at the photographer: "Where's your camera?"
The photographer was stunned: "Here..."
Shen Dongqing took over the photographer's camera, took a snap, and handed it back after taking the picture.
When the photographer saw it, he almost vomited on the spot.
Shen Dongqing said: "Isn't your mission to take special photos? It's done, is it special enough?"
The photographer wanted to cry without tears.
Special is very special, that is... It's too disgusting, I can't stand it.
At this moment, an exclamation suddenly came from there: "What are you doing?!"
The detective picked it up, and a gold bracelet fell from his hand, glistening in the grass.