Wen Shi turned his head and saw Xie Wen holding an umbrella in one hand and a hand in his pocket.
The edge of his umbrella was pressed very low, blocking the slanting rain, only showing a thin and beautiful chin.
"You just filmed me?" Wen Shi asked.
"Me?" Xie Wen didn't stop, but was stunned for a moment, "No, someone photographed you?"
"Who knows if it's human." Wen Shi sneered.
Xia Qiao was startled by this, he grabbed Wen Shi's arm and said like a mosquito: "What do you mean? Is there something following us?"
When smelling: "No."
He just happened to reach the intersection of Changjie and Wangquan Road. There was the only street lamp standing here. The light bulb was covered with dust, and even the light was gray.
Xia Qiao was still shaking, and he was hanging on Wen Shi's arm, gripping tighter and tighter: "No? Why don't you say no?"
Xie Wen also came over curiously.
"Because it's not following us—" Wen Shi lowered his eyes and looked at the ground. The three of them walked side by side, but only he had a shadow. "It's following me."
"… "
"Xiaqiao" and "Xie Wen" suddenly stopped.
When he smelled it, he turned his feet, raised his umbrella and threw it towards the two of them!
His actions were savage and fierce, and he could even hear the wind when he flung it over.
"Xiaqiao" and "Xie Wen" were swept back two steps and were about to attack again. When I saw it, I took out a ball of cotton thread from the pocket of my jeans.
The fingers flexibly hooked and pulled, and the seemingly messy thread quickly wrapped around the five fingers of his left hand. The next second, the line was thrown out.
That end was clearly empty, but it seemed to have fallen a thousand pounds, and with the sound of hunting wind, it was wrapped around the two impostors for a few times, and then fell back to Wen Shi's right hand.
He tilted his head slightly, tucked the umbrella between his shoulders, and pulled his tense and thin fingers to both sides, the cotton thread tightened instantly, and strangled the two "people" entangled in the center.
They twisted and screamed silently, then "poofed" into a mist of water, and disappeared.
He straightened his neck when he smelled it, and took hold of the umbrella handle again.
The rain was still falling, and the tension at that moment was like a sudden episode, but when he smelled it, he knew that he had entered someone's cage again.
He looked around and vaguely saw lights in the middle of Wangquan Road. If I am not mistaken, it is the ancient city of Wangquan.
Wen Shi held an umbrella while walking towards that place, bowing his head and biting off the cotton thread wrapped around his fingers.
As a result, as soon as he pulled it, he felt something "slap" on the back of his neck. It should be water droplets, cold to the bone, and slipped into the clothes along the bone line.
He turned his head subconsciously, and behind him was a road with no end in sight, a dead silence.
pat—
Another drop of water fell, smearing into the hair tips.
When he smelled it, he suddenly realized that he was still holding an umbrella. How could water droplets pass through the umbrella? ?
He raised his head-
A white human face was shrunk in the umbrella, wet hair hung down, and water droplets flowed down.
When smelling: "… "
He was silent for a moment, holding the metal umbrella rib in one hand, and slammed the umbrella away!
The face was caught in the umbrella, and he let out a muffled exclamation, and then put the umbrella on his face... and threw it away when he was smelled.
Thanks to these things, when he arrived at the ancient city of Wangquan, he was soaked wet, and he pressed a pestle to the doorpost with a blank face, which was scarier than a ghost.
Xia Qiao was scared to cry by him.
"Why are you squatting here?" Wen Shi kicked the unsatisfactory thing.
Xia Qiao sniffed and stood up from the pillar: "The viewing angle here is good, you can see the people coming, and this doorpost is big, and it feels safe to stick to it."
But who the hell would have thought that Brother Wen didn't take the usual path, walked around from behind without saying a word, and just stood beside him dripping water.
Xia Qiao thought about it and added: "Squatting is more secure than standing."
Wen Shi: "There's not much difference between standing and squatting."
Xia Qiao: "???"
"This is a personal attack, right?" Xia Qiao said.
When he smelled, he brushed his wet hair back, and shook the water while holding the neckline of his T-shirt: "What about thanks for asking?"
"I didn't see it." Xia Qiao was still in shock, "I originally followed you, but when I was walking, I noticed that you two were weird. I stretched out my head and looked at me, but my face was wrong! Of course I ran away without caring. Let's see if there's anyone else on the road."
The last time he followed Wen Shi and Xie Wen into a cage, he knew that the cage center was usually a building. This time, I didn't run around. I saw this mall and came straight, with a clear goal to squat here.
"Thanks..." Xia Qiao felt embarrassed and impolite every time he called Xie by name. But it's a bit strange to call him Brother Xie. Because Xie Wen was gentle, but it gave him an inexplicable sense of distance.
After deliberating for a while, he found a less hot name: "Well, if Boss Xie is also in the cage, he should know that he is coming here, right?"
He was just about to say that the other party might have entered the cage, why don't we go in and look for it
When I saw it, I impatiently held the front of the T-shirt to avoid the damp fabric sticking to the skin, and said, "Wait."
Aren't you impatient to wait? ?
Xia Qiao said in his heart.
The mall is designed like a rolled-up paper tube, with a slight slant and smooth lines. If the window is clear and clean, it should be pretty.
But it has not been cleaned for a long time, there are yellow stains on the wall, and the glass is gray, and it is impossible to see what is inside.
Standing outside, I could only see a few shops with scattered incandescent lights, as deserted as an abandoned building.
I don't know if it's the cage owner's impression of it, or it's just like that.
"Brother Wen, whose cage do you think this is?" Xia Qiao murmured, "Could it be the driver? I knew I wouldn't take that umbrella."
Wen Shi said, "I picked it up on purpose."
Xia Qiao: "?"
He was about to ask when he heard footsteps not far away. The two turned their heads and saw that Xie Wen was late.
His umbrella was well held in his hand, his clothes were clean, and there were no wet marks even on his trousers. It can be seen that there is neither fright nor running.
"What happened to the two of you? Did you take a shower on the spot?" Xie Wen saw them from a distance and asked dumbfounded.
"You didn't touch anything?" Wen Shi asked with a frown.
"No." Xie Wen stood under the porch to collect his umbrella, "Fortunately no, my constitution can't stand an open-air bath."
This sounds provocative when you smell it.
He snorted from his nose, thinking that the chicken was lucky. He silently took out cotton thread and a lighter from his pocket, turned around and went to the flowerbed to scratch it a few times.
Xie Wen came over and said, "Are you here in the cage this time?"
"Otherwise?" Wen Shi's tone was unhappy, he picked three branches, and simply wrapped the cotton thread around it, "Give you another chance to play tricks?"
Xia Qiao came over and said, "I don't want to enter the doll anymore, brother."
When smelling: "Hmm."
Stupid than thinking.
You know your own level best. I can't say anything when I'm hungry. Now that I'm full, although it's far less than when I had a spiritual aspect, it's quite enough to put it in an ordinary judge.
The last time... I can also hang up half a bucket of water like Xie Wen to fight!
His fingers moved when he smelled it.
Xia Qiao watched him flick off the lighter, and the moment the spark lit up, he suddenly remembered something: "That's right, Brother Wen."
"Say." Wen Shi nodded at the branch.
"The day I... came out of grandpa's cage the next day." Xia Qiao stared at the cluster of flames and said, "I don't know if it's dazzling, but I saw the famous tree—"
He wanted to say "your name seems to light up", but because Xie Wen was there, he swallowed the half sentence and only mentioned the back: "The line of our family on the famous tree seems to have moved up. A little bit."
He didn't lift his eyes when he smelled it. He gathered the branches into his hands, wrapped his fingers around the cotton thread, and said casually, "No dazzling, because I just got rid of the cage."
Xia Qiao let out an "oh" and suddenly got a little excited: "Brother Wen, if you solve the cage a little more, will we be able to climb further up this line, and will the ranking be higher?"
When smelling: "… "
Can, really can.
But it's kinda creepy.
Before Shen Qiao was alive, he would enter the cage casually. It's no problem to jump up a few times in the ranking of this vein, anyway, it's all on Shen Qiao's head.
Now that Shen Qiao is gone, the little puppet Xia Qiao has no name. In the eyes of other families, this vein on the famous tree map is completely dead.
A line with all the deceased, dragging a row of names of the dead written in red pen to climb up vigorously, who is this to scare
As soon as he smelled it, his hands shook.
The branches around the smoke clucked in the cotton thread, and led the three people into the cage.
The moment it got dark in front of me, I wanted to finish it when I heard it.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already in the Wancheng Shopping Mall.
This building is a cylindrical structure, and the shops are next to each other, forming a circle, which seems a little crowded.
Many storefronts have closed scroll doors, which are sealed with cold metal mesh. I don't know if it's closed or not at all.
Among those closed shops, there are a few still open.
The headlights of the shopping mall were not turned on, and those open stores were the only light sources.
Smell in such a "next door".
Using the light source, the first thing he did was check his eye level, and then he breathed a sigh of relief—it was pretty tall, definitely not a doll.
But soon, he was not happy anymore. Because there was a glass window in front of him, and he tried to move, his neck, hands and feet were a little stiff, not very flexible.
He turned his head hard and saw his grey hands.
What kind of thing is standing in front of the glass window, with hands and feet, stiff and gray
Answer: Mannequins.
The advantage is that the lower body of this model is wearing pants and sneakers. The disadvantage is that he only has a coat on his upper body, the zipper is not pulled, and his chest is open.
What's even more lacking than the shortcomings is... His body is removable, there are gaps in his head, arms, and legs, especially his head, which is not very tight.
So much so that when he smells it, he doesn't dare to move now. When others see it, he will scream and his head will fall off.
This possession is kind of bad.
When he smelled it, his mood instantly deteriorated, but this time he did it himself, and he couldn't scold anyone for being a bastard.
He stiffened his neck and adjusted for a while, and finally took advantage of the darkness and walked down the window with difficulty.
This is a store that sells sportswear, and there are models in other places besides the window. Under normal circumstances, he is here, Xie Wen and Xia Qiao should also be around here, maybe they are also models.
Thinking about it this way, he felt that although his hands were shaking a bit, he didn't make a big mistake.
The store was dimly lit, and clothes were everywhere. The stacking is okay, but the hanging ones are a little weird. When you glance over them, you always give the illusion that they are moving.
It's like someone is watching you silently.
The door of the store was locked, and when I smelled it, I looked around the store and found scissors and a coiled wire by the cashier. He was about to feel the thread out...
Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the side and grabbed his arm, and then Xie Wen's voice sounded in a low voice in the darkness: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, I'll be waiting for you to come over. You stuffed me into such a In the stuff, are you going to walk with your arms around me, or carry me behind your back?"
Shocked when I heard it.
"What? You're dreaming." He subconsciously retorted and turned his head to look.
I saw a model roughly similar to him looking at him silently. The neck and arms were also detachable, and there were no facial features but a face.
The only difference is... This model is on the table, only the top half.
Q: What's worse than possessing a mannequin
A: Half mannequins.