If the person in the walkie-talkie is a rat, what about this one in the room
Wen Shi turned to look at the square-faced man beside Dadong and asked, "Who are you?"
This question was asked directly and suddenly, not to mention the person being asked, even the others in the room were stunned.
Dadong reacted for a few seconds, then jumped away suddenly, away from the square face, and said nervously: "Yes, who are you?!"
"I'm a rat!"
The rat became anxious, his face turned white, and he didn't look like he was cheating: "I, I'm really a rat, don't look at me like that, I'm fucking scared!"
"Dadong! Dadong, you can come and check if you don't believe me." The mouse was going in the direction of Dadong.
As soon as he moved, Zhou Xu, Xiaqiao and the others huffed, and the birds and beasts scattered, all shrunk to the corner of the wall behind Wen Shi.
"Just stand there and say, don't move! Don't come here." Dadong refused with a full face.
The mouse showed helplessness: "Dadong, we are always together. If you hide from me like everyone else, I really have no choice."
Hearing this, Dadong hesitated again.
He suddenly asked, "Why are your hands so dirty?"
All eyes were on his fingers, but others were too far away to see clearly. Only when he smelled it closer, he could see that the tips of his ten fingers were all gray and scratched, and there were bloodstains between the nails.
That kind of ash is not the usual accumulation of dust, and it will be left only after crawling hard on the wall or in the gap of the cement texture.
The mouse was stunned for a moment and looked at his fingers: "You said this? You can't get out and catch it. I have to try those seams, right?"
These words resonated with Sun Siqi, he nodded subconsciously, and silently looked at his fingers.
"Did you pick it up too?" Xia Qiao asked.
Sun Siqi gave him and Zhou Xu a look at his broken fingers: "I want to see if that door can be opened."
At this point, Dadong and the others have already believed a bit.
But Wen Shi asked again: "Why do you have to use your hands to open the door if you learn the formation method?"
This time, before the mouse opened his mouth, Dadong said: "I still have to help him with this, you may not know much about the formation method, and you may not know much about the people who learn it. It is not suitable for fighting alone. It's okay to set up a formation to hide yourself or to stumble others, but it's difficult when it comes to manipulative things. The smaller and the finer it is, the harder it is. It's not as good as puppetry."
He thought about it when he smelled it, but kept his mouth shut.
The people he knew were indeed limited. Among those who majored in formation techniques, Bu Ning was in his generation. Count further up, and there is no dust.
But whether it was Bu Ning or Chenbuo, he couldn't remember clearly, so there was nothing to say.
He just subconsciously felt that the formation did not have so many disadvantages and restrictions, and those who really knew how to play can play.
But he couldn't provide corroborating evidence, and he didn't intend to mention it to unrelated people, so forget it.
It may be that the mouse's performance is still normal, and Dadong and the others put down their vigilance a little. But within two seconds, the walkie-talkie rang again.
It was still the mouse's voice: "Hello? Can you hear me? Xiao Sun? Why didn't you answer?"
The sound of the electric current was caught in it, and his voice was slightly different from usual. It was a normal reaction, but in this atmosphere, it seemed extremely strange.
"Do you want to go back..." Sun Siqi asked in horror.
"Don't!" Dadong said.
Hearing this, the mouse at the table looked slightly better. But in the blink of an eye, he found that Wen Shi was still looking at him, and his expression became sad again.
In the silence, the walkie-talkie rang again: "Hello? Xiao Sun, are you okay?"
Zizisheng didn't wait for an answer, and said again: "Forget it, I'll go find you."
I'll go find you...
These words had a haunting effect in an instant, and Sun Siqi and the others were startled.
The room fell into a tense silence again. Dadong didn't hold back. He cursed in a low voice, stared at the mouse from a distance and said, "So why are you? Why are there two of you?"
The mouse turned pale and shook his head slowly: "I don't know either."
It was Xia Qiao who suddenly raised his hand.
"Just talk when you talk, what hand are you raising? What about class?" Zhou Xu opened his mouth and sneered.
"I'm afraid that I will scare you suddenly." Xia Qiao replied seriously.
"You!" Zhou Xu was angry.
When Wen Shi turned his head, Xia Qiao said, "Brother, the room I was locked in just now seems to be the room of the young master of the Shen family. I turned to a diary there."
"Diary?" Wen Shi asked.
"Yes." Xia Qiao nodded.
"You have the guts of a grain of rice, how dare you rummage through things in the house?" Zhou Xu looked in disbelief.
Xia Qiao blushed and said embarrassedly, "I didn't turn it over on my own initiative. I huddled at the angle between the bedside table and the wall, making sure that there was something on the back and on both sides. The book fell behind the bedside table, so I took it out and looked at it. a bit."
Wen Shi: "What's written in the book?"
Xia Qiao: "There is a page that says that Shen Manyi likes to play games of real and fake brides, and often pesters people to play."
After he finished speaking, he shivered first.
Sun Siqi trembled, and his voice cracked: "Isn't that Shen Manyi missing? So... is she here to play with us???"
Wen Shi frowned: "Did you say anything else?"
Xia Qiao's voice became smaller and smaller: "I said it, but I was scared to death and didn't remember."
Wen Shi: "Where's the diary?"
Xia Qiao: "Behind the bedside table."
When smelling: "...you put it back?"
Xia Qiao cried and said, "I have a habit since I was a child, after reading the book, put it back in place."
Smell it.
Xia Qiao looked at his brother's sullen face and said, "Yes, or should I go get it?"
Wen Shi waved his hand: "Stay here, I'll get it."
He was really bold and walked to the door single-handedly. Zhou Xu rarely turned around, he threw the electronic candle light in his hand and said, "You better bring a light."
Picked up when I heard it.
When passing the door, Xie Wen turned sideways to get out of the way. The moment they passed by, he suddenly asked, "Are you going by yourself?"
He was stunned when he smelled it, and wanted to say otherwise
But for some reason, the words became monotonous and dull: "Well."
The corridor is long and deep, and it is too dark to see the end at a glance.
When smelling, grabbing the candle light and walking a few steps, the voice behind him became faint, like a world away. After a few more steps, the sound disappeared, leaving only the sound of his footsteps echoing in the corridor.
It would give the illusion that no one else could see or hear what happened to him here.
If another person walks like this, there may be a feeling of fear or even loneliness. But I got used to it.
Every time he wakes up, walks out of the gate of no phase and walks into a completely unfamiliar world, it is this feeling - there is always a deep and endless darkness behind him, there is no way to come and no place to return.
He went on like this for years.
Only very occasionally, he would have a thought for no reason: he felt that there should be someone behind the long road, watching him, sending him off.
He would often turn around suddenly at that moment, but what he saw was always empty.
The room where Xia Qiao was locked was just a few steps away, the door that was forced open was still upside down, and iron wedges and metal door hinges were scattered all over the floor.
When the thought came up again, I was walking around the pile of debris when I smelled it.
He played with the candle light with his fingers, and before entering the door, he raised his eyes and glanced at the place where he came.
I thought I would see an empty space again, but I saw a tall figure leaning against the door, with his back facing the blurred long lights, looking at it from a distance across the dark and narrow corridor.
He stopped when he smelled it.
For a moment, his heart skipped a beat.
He squinted in the darkness and wanted to keep walking, but his footsteps didn't move. As if waiting for someone, but it doesn't seem to be.
After a while, footsteps sounded in the corridor, from far to near.
Thank you for asking.
He came all the way without making a sound, and he didn't speak when he bypassed the door and iron wedges on the ground. There was a subtle ambiguity in this quietness and silence, but it only lasted for a few seconds.
"Why don't you go in?" Xie Wen finally made a sound. He glanced into the room.
He didn't answer when he smelled it, he just held the candle light and lifted his foot into the house.
He tried to flip the switch twice, but the lights in the room didn't respond, and he could only see things through the dim light of the candle light.
Xie Wen followed behind and entered the door, and also swept around.
Wen Shi showed him the path in front of his feet, and suddenly asked, "Why are you here?"
Xie asked for a moment. He walked over to the bed and pulled back the curtain, then pulled the bedside table out again. Bending down to pick up the diary in Xiaqiao's mouth, he said, "Don't worry, let's take a look."
He casually turned a few pages, patted the dust, and handed over the diary.
"Don't worry?" Wen Shi glanced at the other party and took the book, "Why don't you worry?"
He flicked the page with his free fingers, and just two flicks, the candle light was taken over by the other hand.
Xie Wen held the candle light and stood beside Wen Shi. While lighting him, he looked down at the words on the notebook: "I'm worried about that. For example..."
Without raising his eyes, he smiled: "Your brother is so timid, in case you pretend to be calm, in fact, you won't cry if you're scared."
When smelling: "… "
He was swiping the pages of the paper, looking for the content related to "Shen Manyi", when he heard this, he twitched his fingers and almost tore off half of the paper. He silently raised his head, stared at Xie with a five-point numbness and five-point cold expression: "What are you talking about in your sleep?"
This distance is really close, Xie Wen's lowered eyes swept across his face, and then fell back to the page. I didn't look any further, but the corners of my mouth smirked: "Well, dream talk. You hold back your temper and don't tear up the book. This is an important clue. If it is broken, it will be gone. Do you want to pay?"
Wen Shi withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, moved his fingers a few times, and finally found what Xia Qiao said.
May 19, 1913 Rain
Shen Manyi is really a boring elder sister. The books that Mr. Li taught and memorized were never seen by her, and the female workers taught by Mama Cai were never seen to learn from her. just laugh.
She was laughing all day, and her voice was everywhere, not pleasant and very noisy. She always fantasizes about some very boring things and does some boring games.
For example, she has been very keen on the game of real and fake brides in the past two years. She pulled a red bed sheet, forced others to cooperate with her, sat cross-legged in the drapery, and then asked the rest of the people to guess who was real and who was fake. She lifted her princess hijab and called her name.
If she guesses right, she will laugh, if she guesses wrong, she will lose her temper, which is very unreasonable.
She just dragged the girl to pretend, and often dragged Brother Jun, who is a nice guy and doesn't lose his temper. In fact, he endured it, because he was very shameless.
I really have had enough of her, I can't stand it for a day, I want her to be bored for a while, stop laughing and make trouble, and keep me clean.
The next two pages were blank pages with nothing written. Xia Qiao probably saw this and didn't continue.
When I smelled it, I turned another page and saw a line of words on the back—
I obviously hid her, why is there her laughter everywhere in the house, so noisy.