Dadong is only in his early twenties, he is not too old, and his posture is quite strong. Maybe it was because someone was watching, he had a little fanfic before he shot.
The white thread threw it out like a spirit, and scrambled to get around the door lock of the study.
It was an old-fashioned round doorknob, made of brass, with a small keyhole underneath, not as ribbed as it is now.
"It's like opening a door, tying up a person, or using a thread to control something. It's the best way to entangle it." Dadong loves face and behaves well, but people are not bad.
He thought that the apprentice of the Shen family was also quite pitiful. With the master gone, he had to find out everything by himself, and no one would correct him if he was wrong. I couldn't get on the famous tree map before, I'm afraid it will be more difficult in the future. So he explained while acting, and did not hesitate to teach this "Chen Shi" a few words.
"The index finger is the main spirit, the middle finger is the main shape, the ring finger is the main force, and the thumb and little finger are the main link between the puppet master and the puppet."
Dadong stuck the wire into the hole, turned his head and said to the person watching, "There is no need to release the puppet for such a trivial matter. So the middle finger, thumb and little finger don't need to—"
The wire hit the copper bolt in the keyhole, making a light "click"...
Suddenly, the little girl's laughter sounded from the door.
The voice was crisp, with an empty echo, as if standing outside the door or beside the unlocker.
Dadong "Ah~~" shivered, and suddenly retracted his hand, as if he had been burned.
What spirit and strength were gone, those white cotton threads suddenly lost their life, hanging lightly on his fingers, and the other end fell to the ground.
He didn't move, staring at the news with his round eyes.
When smelling: "?"
Dadong squeezed out a sentence from his throat: "Did you hear the laughter?"
When smelling: "No."
He was very calm, and he seemed a little cowardly to others.
Dadong hesitated for a moment, suspecting that he might have been hallucinating. For the sake of his face, he cleared his throat and concentrated, and regained his style, shoved the thread into the keyhole, and flicked...
The little girl's laughter came again, like a silver bell.
Dadong retracted like an electric shock, and when he turned to look at Wen again, his throat was a little split: "You really didn't hear???"
When smelling: "… "
He was silent for two seconds and said, "Why don't you go and listen, I'll come."
These words are more useful than anything, and Dadong shoved the thread into the keyhole in the next second.
The little girl's giggling was right next to her ear, so close that she was lying on his back with her arms around his neck. Dadong could even feel a very light wind around his neck.
Dadong took a deep breath and tried to stabilize.
As a result, the little girl whispered to him: "Mother Cai, I want to buy some flowers."
"… "
Dadong's tone was gone on the spot.
What kind of head flower should I buy, I'll give you the head.
His fingers trembled again, and he saw the white cotton thread soften, and it was about to slip out of the keyhole...
suddenly! He raised his index finger twice, as fast as a cramp, and he didn't even respond.
The index finger was the main spirit, the soft white thread was hooked by him, and it regained its vitality, suddenly tense, and smashed the lock cylinder. While the other several stick out from the four sides into the crack of the door, there are one up, down, left and right. Like a simple net, it tightly clawed the entire door.
The reeds in the lock cylinder rattled and vibrated, like a saw between the two sides.
At the same time, Dadong's ring finger twitched a few more times, and the line holding the door tightened suddenly.
I heard a loud bang, like a door blown.
Dadong was startled and raised his head with his mouth open.
The next second, the sound of metal and wood breaking staggered.
He only felt the thread in his hand loosen, and the entire study door was pulled down by him.
He subconsciously took a few steps back, watching the heavy old-fashioned wooden door crash to the ground, and with the loud noise, a cloud of smoky dust smashed up.
The metal door hinges clanged off, the screws rolled on the wooden floor, and rolled all the way into the deep corridor.
The room returned to dead silence, and Dadong was stunned.
"I… "
He looked at his fingers and fell into deep doubt.
The first reaction that flashed in his mind was that he was briefly manipulated, just like the puppet master treated puppets.
But is it possible? ?
There was indeed a legend that puppet masters could control living people in ancient times... but that's a fucking legend.
Of course, the legend has a theoretical basis—
In theory, with natural suppression, this kind of manipulation is not completely impossible.
But he is not an ordinary person, he is a puppet master himself, to have natural suppression on him, at least... at least at the level of his master, right
His own talent is limited and his studies are not good, but his master is still very powerful.
What concept? Leaving aside the main family, there are so many side branches in the Zhang family, and his master can rank in the top three. In a slightly smaller family, such as the Cheng family and the Wang family, his master can be the head of the family.
Dadong turned his head sharply and looked at the only person in the room.
He lowered his hands when he smelled it, and his expression had a hint of impatience, probably because he had waited for a long time. The white cotton thread in his hand has not been taken away, and it is intertwined between his long fingers, some are stretched straight, some are hanging down, rather like some kind of messy decoration.
This kid learns puppet arts to please the little girl, right? !
Dadong suddenly had a thought.
He cleared out the endless thoughts and calmed down slowly. He thought that the explosion at that moment might be a conditioned reflex of his fright.
After all, rabbits are in a hurry and bit people.
He was impatient when he smelled it, and waited beside him for a while. Seeing that the black-skinned nurse was actually in a daze, he couldn't wait any longer, so he raised his feet and left.
The moment he went out, the lights in the study suddenly went out by themselves, and a series of footsteps passed by him.
It was like a child running deep into the corridor in black leather shoes. This time, he heard Dadong's laughter. It echoed gently in the corridor and disappeared.
The design of this bungalow in the early years of the Republic of China is very depressing, the corridor is a square, and it should be a "hui" when overlooking. The periphery is a circle of rooms, and the inside is a staircase.
The study is just around the corner. To the left is a road, to the right is another road, long and deep.
Wen Shi had seen similar houses before, and at that time, he felt that the person who designed it must have hatred with the owner. After all, this layout is too suitable for haunting.
He didn't find the hallway lights, so he could only walk forward by a little light from the stairwell.
Before taking a few steps, he felt a figure at the end of the corridor and stood there looking at them.
"My day!" Dadong suddenly called out behind him, and immediately suppressed his voice.
"What's your name?" Wen Shi asked in a low voice.
"On the right! Look to the right." Dadong's voice was tight, trying to hide his fear.
Wen Shi turned his head and saw that there were two people standing beside them at some point. Silently, he just stared at them so still.
His pupils narrowed when he smelled it.
His thread-wrapped fingers had already been raised, and quickly dropped again—because he saw the figure beside him raise his hand too.
It was not some sudden ghost, but a mirror.
Dadong also discovered this, and his panic immediately turned into insults: "Fuck, you idiot! Embed a mirror here."
In fact, there are more than one side, the whole wall is mirrored, like a wardrobe, it is cut into narrow and long vertical bars by the carved wooden frame, which becomes a complex and gorgeous decoration.
People walk past here, and the mirror is full of shadows.
Wen Shi looked up at the end of the corridor again and realized that there was also a mirror on the wall over there, and the figure standing upright might be himself.
"I knew I had kept a candle light in my hand." Dadong scolded for a while, and said angrily, "The walkie-talkie is also fine."
"Find someone first." Wen Shi ignored the shadows and walked forward.
"Oh." Dadong asked, "Have you played with this thing?"
"what?"
"The secret room."
"No."
How can a person who passed away in 1995 play this kind of thing, but many of the cages he has entered are similar to this one. So he didn't feel uncomfortable.
Dadong couldn't keep his mouth busy. When he met Wen Shi, who didn't like to talk, he could only say: "The combination of the cage and the secret room is probably quite unreasonable. Didn't the broadcast just say that a housekeeper and a nurse are needed... If the two of us go to find the other people, it is very likely that the other people's rooms can't be opened from the inside at all, maybe there are no doorknobs or keyholes."
Sure enough, his words were quickly confirmed.
Wen Shi walked through a mirrored wall and finally saw a door to the room. He touched it, but he didn't touch the doorknob and keyhole. The whole door was like a wooden block, which was tightly embedded in the wall.
"Look, what did I say." Dadong finished proudly, and said, "But this design is too disgusting, how can you make such a door."
Wen Shi said: "It was popular for a while."
There is a bathroom hidden in the closet, and the wall is actually a door or something like that.
"Which time?" Dadong asked subconsciously.
He didn't answer, but knocked on the door.
Dadong Hou realized with hindsight that he should be talking about the early years of the Republic of China, after all, it is the background timeline of the secret room. But... how did he know what happened at that time
From the book
Dadong was wondering when he heard a ping-pong sound in the door. Maybe someone was startled and knocked over something.
After a while, a hoarse voice sounded from behind the door: "Who?!"
As soon as Dadong heard it, he immediately called out, "Zhou Xu? Is that you, Zhou Xu?"
"Dadong?" Zhou Xu immediately came to life and shouted inside: "You came out? How did you come out?! I don't even have a handle on this door, damn it! poke somewhere."
"Wait, I'll open the door for you." Dadong moved his finger and subconsciously wanted to drill the keyhole. The puppet line was thrown out, only to realize that it was not locked here.
He temporarily changed his path and let the white lines get in through the cracks on the four sides of the door, just like he was in the study just now, grabbing the entire door.
He hooked his ring finger and pulled harder—
The door didn't move.
Dadong: "..."
"I saw your line." Zhou Xu shouted in the room, "But there are iron wedges on all sides of the door, I just counted it, there must be seventeen or eighteen, can you really pull it open???"
This middle and second disease can't do anything else, and the words are really hateful.
Dadong gritted his teeth: "… Yes."
"Then you have to work harder, the wall may collapse." Zhou Xu said again.
Dadong gritted his teeth again: "Okay."
His ring finger was almost broken, and he couldn't open the door with the rope alone. So in desperation, he reached into his pocket and took out the yellow watch paper, and looked at Wen Shi several times as he took it out.
He had previously said to the eldest apprentice of the Shen family, "There is no need for a puppet for such a trivial matter as opening the door."
It had only been a few minutes before he knelt down and swallowed the words back.
His master always said that his anger was too much, his strength was not enough, his hand was not stable enough, his spirit was not stable enough, so the thread was always a thread in his hand, and he could only pull and bind, but couldn't do anything else.
He has been wondering how the line can be changed. Until he saw that his master's puppet line could break the knife and cut the iron.
If he can do this, let alone seventeen or eight iron wedges, he can unload a whole piece of iron.
Dadong folded the yellow paper and sent it out.
In the next second, a strong wind blew up the entire corridor, and the wind vortex was spinning in front of Dadong, making a humming sound!
In the humming, there were suddenly two bird calls, clear and powerful, echoing in the corridor for a long time. Talisman dashed out with Mars, stretched out in the sound of birdsong, first with a head and neck, and then with dark golden wings.
It was covered in chains, circled twice as a phantom, and then slammed into the door. The sharp claws clawed at the edge of the door and swiped along it for a week.
In an instant, sparks splattered everywhere, and the iron wedges cracked one after another, making people's ears numb.
The bird chirped again, fluttered its wings and retreated, turning into a phantom again, hovering unhindered from wall to wall.
Dadong called out, "Zhou Xu, get out of the way!"
There were hurried footsteps in the house.
He listened for a while, then kicked the door with his foot up. Hearing a "bang", the door that was nailed with iron wedges just fell to the ground, revealing the scene in the house.
This is a bedroom, it should be a little girl, her eyes are all pink, and there are gauze curtains on the bed, which is very dreamy.
Zhou Xu stood in this dream.
He looked at the fallen door, and it took him a while to react. He looked at Dadong in surprise: "What the hell?"
Dadong felt refreshed in these two words, shook the ashes on his body, and said, "How is it, brother, is it okay?"
Zhou Xu nodded.
Dadong is more cool. He tugged at the thread in his hand, and the wandering bird shadow gliding to the vicinity, although there was no entity at the moment, the wind was indeed real.
Zhou Xu saw Dadong's puppet for the first time, raised his hand to block the wind, and asked, "What kind of bird is this?"
Dadong said, "Do you see the gold on the tip of the wing?"
Although the color is very pale, you can still see some of it. Zhou Xu nodded and said, "Ang, I see."
Dadong proudly said: "This is the Golden Winged Dapeng."
When smelling: "… "
He felt that the black man was telling a joke.
Zhou Xu was stunned.
He held it back for a long time, and then said, "Your puppet is actually a golden-winged Dapeng?"
Dadong: "What's wrong? Can't you?"
Zhou Xu: "Do you know who was the last one who used the golden-winged Dapeng as a puppet?"
Dadong: "I know, I'm not illiterate. I'm not that..."
He stammered and said, "That... Grandfather."
The judges of later generations all know what Chen Daobu became in the end, and everyone tacitly kept silent about this patriarch.
Taboo, rejection, and a little fear.
But in addition to this, he couldn't help but use him as a benchmark. Nothing can be done before, if someone can do it in this world, that is the best.
Even the puppets that have never been used are more powerful than others.
Zhou Xu looked at the bird, three points of surprise, six points of envy, and one point of doubt: "Is this really a golden-winged Dapeng? It doesn't feel like what I imagined."
"The place to display is limited, otherwise it would have to be bigger than this." Dadong relied on the bird, and he spoke with a lot of momentum. He waved his hand and said, "Go! Let the others out first."
Just as they lifted their feet, the lights in the room suddenly went out.
The corridor became dark again. Fortunately, Zhou Xu had a small candle-shaped lamp in his hand. In addition, the golden-winged Dapeng opened the way in front of him. The edge of his wings was a faint golden color, which didn't look so scary.
There are two rooms next to Zhou Xu, one is in the wall and the other is on the corner.
Wen Shi and Da Dong each knocked on the door and waited for the people in the room to respond, but after waiting for a few seconds, there was no movement.
"Could it be because of fear?" Zhou Xu said embarrassedly, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door in the room just now, not to mention how scary it was. He has a more spiritual sixth sense, and only those who feel outside will respond. To be replaced by other cowards, not necessarily.
Such as the summer woodcutter.
"Where's the people? Whoever made a noise in the room, otherwise they won't open the door." Zhou Xu's drake quack quack, trying to remind the people in the room.
But it was still dead silent.
"Will there be no one here?" Zhou Xu asked, "If the layout of each corridor is similar, there are quite a lot of rooms here, and there are more than enough people."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong when he smelled it, so he reached out and pushed the door.
Hearing a bang, the door panel fell to the ground, and it was obvious that someone had already opened it.
This time, Dadong became stunned. He followed the gourd and pushed the door in front of him.
Sure enough, it fell.
Zhou Xu made a "fuck off" sound, and picked up the goosebumps on his arms.
"Lend me the lamp." Wen Shi said, and was about to take the small lamp in his hand to check the edge of the iron wedge. I heard voices coming from the side corridor.
"Da Dong? I'm looking for you."
Golden-winged Dapeng swept over there, and a dark golden light fell on the figure. When I smelled it, I could barely see what he looked like, it was a rat.
"Why did you sacrifice all the golden-winged Dapeng?" The mouse trotted over from there, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor.
After hearing this, Dadong felt relieved: "Is it really you? Did you open this door?"
The mouse glanced at the two doors and nodded, "Yes."
"I said." Dadong let out a long sigh.
He was obviously afraid, but he always pretended to be an old god to comfort others. He turned his head to Wen Shi and Zhou Xu and said, "He learned formation techniques, and his level is not much different from mine."
When smelling, he looked at the mouse, his fingers were dirty, and he was holding a walkie-talkie, as if he had just gotten out of trouble and was looking for someone.
"Then who else did you let out?" Dadong asked, pointing to the two doors.
Dadong was about to speak when he heard footsteps behind the corner.
He was so daring that he turned around to look around the corner, but he collided with the person coming over there.
Both sides stopped.
"Be careful." Wen Shi's shoulder was lightly held and supported, a familiar breath rushed towards his face, and he quickly moved away.
Thank you for asking.
He stood firm and looked up, and sure enough, he saw Xie Wen's slightly drooping eyebrows, which were close at hand.
He was startled when he smelled it.
"Who is it?" Zhou Xu's voice came from behind.
Dadong also probed and said, "Who is here?"
Wen Shichao took a half step back to let them see who was coming.
"Did you scare you?" Xie Wen released his hand from Wen Shi's shoulder and said to the others, "I'm still on my feet very hard, and the sound of footsteps should be quite obvious."
As he was talking, another person came beside him, the shop clerk Lao Mao who always followed him.
Dadong turned his head and asked the mouse, "You also opened their doors, right? Is there anyone else besides them?"
The rat shook his head and said, "No more."
Wen Shi looked at the fallen door, and then looked at the corridor behind Xie Wen and Lao Mao: "Why did you come from there?"
That was the direction of the study, where he and Dadong had just been locked up.
"I wanted to see the layout of the corridor, so I walked around." Xie asked.
He seemed more interested in the birds circling the hallway than where it came from.
"You put it?" he asked.
"No." Wen Shi denied.
Xie asked not surprised, nodded.
On the other hand, Da Dong, who was next to him, couldn't hold back, and said, "Are you talking about this golden-winged Dapeng? I put it, my puppet."
Xie asked raised an eyebrow.
Before he could speak, Lao Mao spoke. He may have deaf ears, pointed at the bird, and asked Dadong loudly, "What kind of bird is this???"
Dadong: "Golden Winged Dapeng."
Lao Mao: "… "
He looked up at the Golden Winged Dapeng, maybe he was shocked, or maybe he opened his eyes. Anyway, his face was reflected green.
The rat's walkie-talkie suddenly made a rustling sound. He glanced down and reminded everyone, "Continue looking for someone?"
"Yes, it's important to find the people first." Dadong led the bird to clear ahead.
Although the mouse can also open the door, he didn't give the mouse a chance to shoot at all, fully showing his majestic puppet.
There are a total of 12 rooms on this floor. They were lucky. They only knocked on four doors and found Xia Qiao and Sun Siqi.
These two were timid, and they were locked up for a long time, and they were very frightened.
Xia Qiao's face turned pale, and Sun Siqi was even more serious, and both began to talk nonsense.
But it's not his fault, it's kind of scary to close his room.
Saying it was a room, it was more like a storage room, very small. But there was no clutter inside, but an offering table.
There are a total of 9 tablets on the table, with the names of different people written on them.
Wen Shi saw Shen Manyi at a glance, and it was estimated that several Shen family children, nanny, cooking mother-in-law, etc., were all in it.
Among them, the names of two tablets have been crossed out and cannot be read clearly.
In front of each tablet, there is an ever-bright lamp, burning faintly.
"Looking at this posture, it's destroying the door." Dadong said.
The rat responded and sighed.
Zhou Xu said, "This seems to be an adaptation of a true story?"
Xia Qiao finally slowed down a bit. He probably didn't want this sentence to be true, and retorted: "A lot of horror rooms say that, it's a gimmick."
He shrank beside Wen Shi, and muttered as if chanting Buddha: "It's better not, otherwise it would be miserable, it's a whole family."
Wen Shi swept around and wanted to look for clues related to Shen Manyi. But he saw Xie Wen leaning against the door, looking at the table full of lights, his eyes drooping slightly, as if he was in a trance.
He suddenly forgot what to say.
It was Dadong who played a leading role and suggested: "Isn't that eldest daughter of the Shen family missing? Think about how to find it. And what exactly this bungalow looks like, we have to see. Are we going to split up or one piece? If we split up , the mice and I can bring a group each, so that we can-"
Before the words "Don't worry" were uttered, the walkie-talkies in the hands of the mouse and Sun Siqi rang again.
The room fell silent in an instant, and everyone's eyes fell on the two machines.
Both walkie-talkies are here, why does it still ring? ?
Sun Siqi was holding the walkie-talkie like he was holding explosives. After a century, a man's voice suddenly came from the walkie-talkie.
He said, "Hello? Who's the other walkie-talkie? Is it Xiao Sun? I just opened the door on my side, where are you? I'll find you."
The electromagnetic sound sizzled for a while, then stopped. The room fell silent again.
For a few seconds, no one moved or spoke.
Because everyone heard it, the person talking on the walkie-talkie... was a rat.