Dadong has been on duty for a long time, and he has also solved many small cages. His ranking on the famous tree is not too low, at least a few places higher than that of Zhou Xu and his mother Zhang Biling, who is increasingly marginalized.
But he wasn't actually calm and courageous.
Every time he encounters some situations in the cage, he still panics. The only thing that gets better and better is superficial acting.
Fortunately, he has never been on duty alone, and every time he enters the cage, there is a rat or another partner.
As long as his partner is there, he's still a tough guy.
Dadong silently retracted his grasping right hand, took a deep breath, and then raised his shoulders. The rat's hand moved along with it, and asked him in a low voice, "Why are you raising your shoulders?"
"Oh, it's alright." Dadonghun returned most of the time when he heard that people were still there. Even if the hand is held by "people", it is not so scary. He also whispered, "I'll try if you're afraid or not."
"What should I be afraid of?" Dadong is in front of the mouse, and Lao Mao is in the back. There is really nothing to be afraid of. He asked back, "Don't be afraid of yourself, right?"
Dadong spat at him: "I'm afraid of scaring you if I don't tell you. I'll be the first to stand. If we change positions, you'll probably be out of breath now."
The rat was used to the black skin's forcible force, and said speechlessly, "The cowhide will take a break and blow again."
"By the way, everyone else is still there, right?" Dadong raised his voice again and asked in a volume that everyone could hear.
This is actually a typical act of courage, but for the sake of Zhang's face, the mouse did not expose him.
Zhou Xu, Xia Qiao, and Sun Siqi were all honest children, and they responded one after another, giving them a lot of face.
Dadong asked again: "What about the people behind?"
The voice fell, and he heard two muffled coughs.
It is well known that Xie Wen is a sick seedling.
There are two theories about his sickly physique.
One says that his spirit is unstable and his soul is unstable, so his body is weak.
There is also a saying that his karma is too heavy, and the fate of the great evil is destined to be ill all the year round, big and small. Such a person is the most unsuitable for entering the cage. Every time he enters the cage, he has to work hard, and it will only get worse when he comes out.
Dadong thought that they were in the cage right now, and felt that Xie Wen was a real bad star.
"Okay, I'm following you closely, there's nowhere to look for you if you lose it." Dadong said with a cough.
They should still be in the corridor. Because of the darkness, they didn't dare to lift their feet too high, and they all walked on the ground. Makes a dragging screeching sound.
With the echo of the words, the space seemed deep and silent, and the gloomy atmosphere became even heavier.
Probably because of this, after Dadong finished speaking, no one else spoke. There were only slow footsteps left in the corridor, which were heard so much that they didn't even feel like they were coming from them.
Wen Shi came in second from the bottom and followed the team forward. But his attention was not on the footsteps, but on the hand on his shoulder.
In fact, when Xia Qiao was afraid, he would hold onto him and not let go. He just thought that there was a weight hanging on his body, and he didn't feel anything other than being a little heavier.
But this time is different.
Xie Wen's hand is obviously not heavy, but he is just holding him normally, but his presence is very strong.
When I smelled it, I could feel the cool body temperature of the person behind me, which penetrated through a thin layer of T-shirt fabric. He could also feel that Xie Wenwei's fingers were thin and long, and the knuckles were pressing against his shoulder bones.
That kind of touch is really subtle, and when I smelled it, I narrowed my eyes in the dark.
He thought that he was still not used to touching people's skin for a long time. A little... too close.
At a certain moment, he wanted to move his shoulders and let Xie Wen's hand loosen a little, so that the subtle feeling was a little lighter. But he ended up doing nothing.
Maybe the corridor is too dark and the surroundings are too quiet. He let the man behind him hold his shoulder.
There were a few more low-pitched coughs from behind, pressing in his throat like Xie Wen's usual, a little stuffy.
When he heard it, he lowered his eyes and listened, without stopping.
After taking another two steps, he suddenly stopped!
Because the hand on his shoulder didn't move at all...
Xie Wen had been coughing in a muffled voice, but the hand that was on him didn't even vibrate.
It was as if the hand and the body were separated and not connected.
Or, even the sound is fake.
Wen Shi frowned, grabbed the hand of "Xie Wen", but grabbed it empty.
The touch on his shoulder disappeared as soon as he reacted, and the coughing stopped abruptly.
"Thank you for asking?" he called out in a low voice.
There was no answer except for his own echo.
There was empty space behind him, as if he had never stood and asked this person. This flash of thought made him a little uncomfortable, and he froze in place for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, he realized one thing: he had let go and stopped, but Sun Siqi and the others in front of him didn't notice.
The sound of footsteps disappeared at some point, and the corridor was dead silent.
Suddenly, there was a "squeak" sound behind Wen Shi, as if someone had opened an old door.
…
Dadong was still being held by that cold hand. He thought to himself that this corridor is so fucking long, and comforted himself, "The rat is still hanging on me, it's alright."
In order to confirm the existence of the other party, he called out almost every few steps: "Rat?"
Then the rat will reply: "Here."
After an unknown period of time, Dadong couldn't help but say: "My feet are sore, and it's not over yet, and there is no other movement. This cage won't just keep going like this, it's been ten days and a half months, Consuming us alive? What if I put a puppet at this time?"
The rat's voice rang out again: "It's here."
Dadong: "..."
It's hard to describe what it felt like at that moment.
Dadong only felt that his Tianling cover had been slashed, and cold sweat came down his numb scalp.
He wanted to call someone else, but his throat seemed to be stuck and he couldn't get a word out. He froze in place, not daring to move.
One second, he felt that the hand on his shoulder was a comfort to his soul, and the next second, he felt that the thing was not trying to kill him!
It took him a long time to regain consciousness.
The cotton thread in his right hand was tangled in a mess, Dadong tugged it a few times in a hurry, and then suddenly threw the thread out.
The other end of the line seemed to have a spirit, and with a strong force, it twitched in the corridor in a circle, whistling wind, and slapped on the wall, which sounded stronger than a whip.
Soon, his hand was empty, the thing holding him disappeared, and the "rat" that was holding him was gone.
Dadong swept through the puppet line, until his fingers were sore, and then he stopped vigilantly.
At this point, he finally determined that there was no one in the corridor except him.
Those who followed behind were long gone.
He squeezed the cord in his hand tightly, panting in place. I was struggling to decide whether to keep walking or to stand still, when I heard a "squeak" in the dead silence.
A door opened.
Dadong jumped in shock, trying to confirm the direction of the door with his ears pricked.
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept from behind the neck...
like human breathing.
shit.
Dadong cursed in his heart, just as he was about to turn around, he was shoved by a pair of hands!
He didn't stand still and staggered forward a few steps.
The next second, there was a bang from behind! The door closed behind - he was pushed into a room.
If this were a timid one, I would have cried on the spot.
I'm okay, Dadong swallowed, reassuring himself.
When he is alone, it is easy to show his true shape, and he has to stabilize himself.
Dadong maintained the position he had just stood on after staggering, half slumped, his hands stretched, and he moved back a little bit, trying to move to the wall, at least a little sense of security.
However, as soon as he took a few steps back, he felt a body...
At the same time, there was a sudden crackling sound above the head, like the movement of an old-fashioned light bulb with poor contact. Then, the house flashed a few times.
Dadong turned his head in the flash and saw the figure standing behind him.
"Ahhhh-"
He bounced like he had touched the switch, and he had the effect of running away all by himself.
The light bulb finally turned on normally, illuminating the room with a cool white. A voice pierced into Dadong's screams: "Shut up, don't scream."
There was a delay in Dadong, and it took a while for him to "ah", but it didn't sound like a ghost.
He paused hesitantly, put down his elbow that was blocking his face, and took a closer look—
Well, it really isn't a ghost, it's the big ice-like apprentice of the Shen family.
"You fucking—"
Dadong's foul language blurted out, and he was able to stop. It took a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "You stand there without saying a word and scare someone!"
The man's skin was originally white, and when he was illuminated by an old-fashioned white light bulb, there was no temperature. He seemed to be convinced, looked at Dadong blankly, and mocked: "I didn't expect that I would be able to frighten people and flee the door just by standing."
He pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then added: "I can't find the door yet."
Dadong: "..."
He wanted to refute a few words, but when he looked down, he was huddled in the corner of the wall in an extremely indecent posture, as if he could get out with a hole, so he really had no confidence to refute.
Dadong's dark skin rarely turned red, he stood up against the wall and straightened his clothes. He hesitated for a moment, but still defended himself: "You don't know what I've been through. If you just walked in the first place, you'll only scream worse than me."
The other party glanced at him, and didn't care at all, but looked at the layout of the house.
This is a study room with a whole wall of mahogany bookcases and a heavy and wide desk on which are calendars, leather-covered notebooks, pens, and an emerald-colored lamp.
Behind the table were high-backed chairs, half-middle-style, and on the floor was a taupe-brown carpet with woven flowers.
"It's a little bit of a Western-style building." Dadong said.
He actually didn't want to chat with that eldest apprentice of the Shen family, after all, he didn't look like a talkative person. But he needs a little topic to ease the gaffe and embarrassment just now.
Sure enough, the other party did not say a word.
But inside the house, oh no, it should be a female voice resounding throughout the house: "This secret room is based on real events—"
"That voice sounds familiar." Dadong muttered.
This time, the apprentice of the Shen family took care of him, frowned and said "shh", signaling him to listen honestly and not interrupt.
Dadong was almost choked to death.
He said in his heart that I am still your senior after riding a horse. How come you look like you hate me to death, it really doesn't count at all.
Great courage
He felt that he was still too good-tempered, and he looked unpretentious, otherwise he wouldn't let this empty-looking embroidered pillow slap his face.
When he got out of this cage and gave feedback to Aunt Zhang, he must add a sentence "I don't know how high the sky is" to this person's evaluation.
"In the early years of the Republic of China, there lived a wealthy businessman surnamed Shen in the villa in Sanmidian, who was in the tea business. The couple were busy socializing and often went to Peiping and Tianjin Wei for several months. They were rarely at home. He lives with his four children—a son, three daughters, the housekeeper, the nurse, the teacher, the mother-in-law who cooks, and the son of the nurse.”
"The children have been playing together since they were young, and there are traces of them upstairs and downstairs, in the front and back of the yard."
"Until one day, someone disappeared."
"The missing person is the eldest daughter of a wealthy businessman, Shen Manyi, 11 years old."
"The housekeeper and the nanny were anxiously circling in the study, and the others were locked in different rooms by pranks. The housekeeper said: let the others out first and think of a solution together. The nanny agreed."
After saying this, the room fell silent.
Dadong looked around and was speechless: "We don't really have to follow the secret room process, right?"
Wen Shi walked to the door: "Let the others out first."
Dadong nodded in agreement, and then felt that something was wrong.
This sounded a bit familiar, it was exactly the same as the one on the broadcast just now, and he accidentally stepped into the role of a nurse.
…
The black-skinned nurse felt a hint of anger.
When I smelled it, I didn't even look at Dadong's nanny.
He twisted the doorknob, but it wouldn't open as expected. So he tightened the white cotton thread wrapped around his fingers, and was about to move when he heard the black-skinned wet nurse say, "Don't mess around!"
Dadong was fortunate enough to have seen some half-assed people before. He used puppetry with a half-understood knowledge, often self-defeating, and even tied himself and almost strangled to death.
When he first learned puppet arts, he often made mistakes and learned a lot, so he was not sensitive to newcomers and rookies.
"Your thread is too perfunctory." Dadong stared at Wen Shi's fingers.
The puppet master is actually very particular about the thread, and there are sayings about where it crosses and where it goes around. This is like the brushwork used to draw spells and the formulas used to set up a formation.
Of course, except for the top puppet masters, after all, there is a saying that "no sword is better than a sword", that is another realm, you can play puppets with a string, even without a string.
But that's out of the question.
"This one should be wrapped around the index finger first, around the ring finger three times, and then around the index finger, you—" Dadong was speechless.
The light wrapping is good-looking and has a fart.
He rolled his eyes and asked, "Tell me the truth, how many months have you studied?"
He didn't answer when he heard it.
The black-skinned nurse is timid, and to be honest, it is easy to scare him.
However, Dadong obviously just wanted to laugh, and did not expect an answer. He waved his hand to the side and said with a headache, "Let's just let it go, don't mess up, I'll come."
He didn't say anything when he heard it, and looked at each other with a strange look.
After a few seconds, he lowered his hand and stepped back sideways, allowing the nurse to play freely.