When they smelled it, they picked out the words they could read, and they put it together, barely understanding the contents of this loose page.
"So, so that kid is a puppet?" Xia Qiao said.
"Yeah." Wen Shi didn't lift his head, and continued to flip through the back pages.
"No wonder it's so scary." Xia Qiao held his short arms and rubbed the goose bumps that didn't exist. The more he thought about it, the more scared he became, "How could the old man survive such a scary child?"
"I don't know." Wen Shi said.
After a while, he remembered that normal people would not be so cold. He tried to figure it out, and added: "It may have been emotional after a long time."
"Can this have feelings?" Xia Qiao thought about it and said, "The old man is a good person."
"The things in the cage have an illusory and exaggerated effect. Who knows what the little ghost is in reality." Wen Shi said.
Xia Qiao finally understood something: "Okay."
When I smelled it, I turned the pages of the paper and suddenly felt that someone was looking at me.
He moved for a while, raised his eyes and glanced over, and saw Xie Wen's shadow in the mirror, because it was too blurry to distinguish the expression.
"See what I'm doing?" Wen Shi frowned in confusion.
Xie Wen was stunned for a moment, and then said slowly, "You are sensitive. I didn't look at you. I looked at the paper in your hand. Did you find anything else?"
This tone...
Live like an overseer.
He didn't say a word when he heard it, he took back his gaze and continued to recognize the words on the paper.
After a few seconds, Xie asked, "What is written on the fourth line of the second page?"
Wen Shi pursed his lips and said, "This puppet doesn't recognize things or people. I'm afraid he was frightened, so he shrank in a corner when he brought it back."
"Oh." Xie asked again, "what about the last line?"
"… "
The doll looked down expressionlessly: "It's me... I couldn't read the words in the middle, and suddenly grabbed my clothes. It has nowhere to go anyway, so just leave it."
Xie Wen nodded: "Then the third page—"
"Why don't you see for yourself." The doll finally ran out of patience, took out the third page, and patted it on the mirror with a "poof".
Still quite temperamental.
Xie Wen was about to speak when the old-fashioned light bulb hanging from the utility room suddenly swayed, and the dim light circle went back and forth, illuminating the entire space.
They both quieted down at the same time.
Once no one speaks, that sense of dead silence comes to the fore.
Wen Shi suddenly realized that the rattling door had long since moved, and the mad stump outside had become silent at some point.
In the stillness he caught a smaller movement—a soft rubbing sound, like something was crawling against a wall.
"What sound?" Xia Qiao didn't dare to move, and squeezed a breath out of his throat.
When smelling: "Shh."
He turned his head sharply and looked at the dark cabinets behind him.
There are all kinds of waste and debris piled up there, and thick dust has accumulated, and it will collapse if touched a little. The flickering dim yellow light shone on it, illuminating a white face on the wall.
fuck!
Xia Qiao kept his mouth shut, and then muffled the cry in his throat.
But Wen Shi actually climbed up, picked up the white face and whispered, "Mask."
It was a simple mask drawn by a child, with two dark eye holes, the edges were broken, and it had been abandoned for a long time.
Xia Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, but the very light crawling sound was still looming.
When I jumped down when I smelled it, I bumped into the debris next to it, and a few small things slipped down. Mixed with the sound of glass beads rolling down, Gululu rolled to the mirror.
When I smelled it, I picked it up and saw that there was a group of black pupils in the glass beads, and long eyelashes were sticking to it.
That's not a bead at all, it's a falling eye!
In an instant, the air almost solidified.
He and Xiaqiao raised their heads almost at the same time and looked at the place where the beads fell.
I saw that there was a hole in the wooden ceiling mezzanine at some point, and a man's face with a split mouth was lying in the hole, one side of the eye was a black hole, and the other side was wide open.
Immediately afterwards, cracks began to appear in the entire ceiling, spreading in an instant, as if it could not bear the things above.
I also want to know where the stumps and heads outside the door are now.
The face is stretched longer and longer, and the cracks are getting denser and denser.
The moment the wooden ceiling collapsed, Wen Shi yanked his wrist, and the locked door slammed open. Before he could say more, he kicked Xiaqiao out with one foot, grabbed the mirror and jumped downstairs.
Xia Qiao wanted to climb but didn't get up, so he rolled down the stairs all the way to the end, collapsed and asked, "Why is it crazier today than last night!"
"Nonsense, because I took that notebook!" Wen Shi said.
"Don't you just remember the child's life experience? As for this?" Xia Qiao cried and cried, but it was very quick to swing his short legs.
When smelling, the rope wrapped around a bunch of stumps, wrapping them like an intertwined net. They tumbled and struggled inside, and it looked really disgusting.
But more stuff was crawling through the cracks in the windows, the ceiling, the walls.
"These things are all-pervasive, what should I do, Brother Wen?"
How to do
Distract the attention of the cage owner and hit the key points.
Looking at the notebook, I know that for this cage owner, the key point is that ghostly little boy.
When smelling dodged, he saw a figure passing by behind the stairs, and immediately dragged the foot of the chair and slid over.
The little boy was about to reach for the sharp cone on the Eight Immortals table, when he smelled it, he jumped over! He wanted to grab the lanyard around his neck, but accidentally caught his clothes.
The child's shoulders are narrow, and when the collar is pulled, most of the shoulders are exposed.
When I smelled it, I saw the mark on his left chest at a glance, and as expected, it was a puppet as stated in the notes.
Surprisingly, the mark was so faint that it was almost indistinguishable. It was as if... as the little boy got bigger and more human, that imprint would disappear.
And such a puppet
He was stunned when he smelled it.
He was stunned for less than a second, but he gave the little boy a chance to attack.
At the moment when he sniffed the thread and got into the mark, the little boy's sharp cone had already plunged into the doll's chest, penetrating through the back of his heart.
This trick also applies to possessed people.
When I smelled it, my first reaction was: I am embarrassed, and the sewer capsized.
Then I felt a force rush over, and my body followed.
He blinked lightly, and saw the doll that was supposed to be controlled by him collapse to the ground, with eyes like glass beads, and it became a dead thing.
It's uncomfortable to be detached from the possession, like being smashed in the head with a stick.
Just when he was physically dazed when he smelled it, he felt someone reach out and cover his eyes lightly.
Maybe it was an illusion, he smelled a touch of winter frost and snow.
Then there was darkness.
…
Yes, it's black again.
This process is too familiar, so I don't need to ask, I know when I smell it, it was Xie Wen who stabbed him into another possession.
Soon after, such a scene appeared in the bathroom on the first floor—
A small oval mirror stood beside the washbasin, with Xie Wen's shadow in it. A square mirror is nailed to the wall, and inside is the shadow of smell.
A doll in a little pink dress knelt in front of the mirror and cried.
What do timid people fear most? Most afraid of a person.
Before, Xia Qiao could still jump behind Wen Shi, and there were people who would accompany him wherever he slipped, so there was no limit to his fear.
But now...
All the brave ones are in the mirror, and the range of activities is limited, and the errands fall on him. He runs around in this haunted house alone... He still has a ball.
"How long has he been crying?" Wen Shi asked with a headache.
"It started when you were stabbed by a seven or eight-year-old child and fell to the ground." Xie Wen said warmly, "I thought he was crying for you, but it doesn't seem to be the case now."
"you-"
He pulled his face when he smelled it.
Do you owe? Do you have to bring up other people's shameful things
"What am I?" Xie asked politely.
He pursed his lips when he smelled, and wanted to scold him. But in the end, he chose to skip the question and said, "Where's the child?"
If I remember correctly, he also bore the imprint of the little boy at the time. Although he was merciful and didn't stab the right one, it was somewhat useful.
In his impression, the last scene he saw when he closed his eyes was the little boy kneeling on the ground, passing out as if his life had been evacuated.
So now what
Xie asked: "The old man took him into the bedroom to take care of him."
Wen Shi asked again, "Where are those heads and hands?"
Xie asked, "It's gone."
When I heard it, I made a sound of "um", and said in my heart that's fine.
Originally, those stumps shouting and killing were the subconscious stress response of the cage owner. At the moment, all his attention was on the unconscious little boy, and he naturally put the intruder aside.
But he still didn't quite understand...
The old man picked up a child, that child was a puppet, he raised the puppet regardless of his origins, and then what? Why does this cage form
He lives and dies in this world, coming and going for more than ten rounds, and he still doesn't quite understand many things. It's like there is something this old man can't let go of.
Maybe it's because I don't have a spiritual aspect, or maybe it's because I've been a judge for too many years. I thought to myself when I smelled it.
Without those stumps, the ghostly atmosphere of the small building is much less, but the bathroom is still a very atmospheric place.
Xia Qiao cried and shrank himself up and moved to the wall little by little.
"What are you doing so stubbornly?" Wen Shi asked.
"It can't be empty behind." Xia Qiao said, "Otherwise, you always feel that there is someone behind you."
"… "
Smell it.
He thought about it and said, "Anyway, it's all about moving, so let's move further."
Xia Qiao didn't react: "Huh?"
"I want to see what's going on in the bedroom." Wen Shi said, "Move this bedside mirror back."
Xia Qiao's voice trembled: "Ah?"
Xie Wen seemed to agree: "The old man will come out to change towels and get things in a while. You can take the opportunity to go in and put the mirror on the bedside, and we can watch from both sides."
"… "
Xia Qiao felt that these two wanted him to die...
But he was powerless to resist.
Five minutes later, the bedroom door creaked, and the old man shuffled out and walked towards the kitchen. Under the urging of the "devil", Xia Qiao ran into the bedroom with tears in her eyes, holding her skirt and mirror.
He didn't dare to stop at all, he put the mirror on the bedside table and rolled down immediately. really roll...
Unfortunately, before I got to the door, I heard the old man coming back. In a hurry, he saw a crack in the old-fashioned wardrobe, so he hurriedly got in.
The old man carried a white porcelain bowl, and while gently stirring the spoon, he walked to the side of the bed.
His attention was on the sleeping child, and he didn't seem to notice that the mirror by the bed was back, and naturally he didn't see the shadow in the mirror when he smelled it.
When I smelled it, I thought that the old man brought medicine or food. After all, when ordinary people encounter a child who faints and falls ill, the first reaction must be this.
But when the bowl was on the head of the bed, he realized that there was a handful of incense ash mixed with water.
He stared at the incense ash and thought:
The old man can't take it anymore, he wants to kill this unfortunate child