What is hiding? Where is it hiding
The sudden appearance of this sentence is really shocking.
He frowned deeply when he smelled it.
It wasn't that he was afraid, but the characters on the diary weren't very pretty, but the strokes were neat and neat, like someone who had just learned to calligraphy.
It is really uncomfortable to see such a content written with a childish and serious brushstroke.
Wen Shi raised his head and was about to say something, but caught Xie Wen's gaze. Just in the next moment, the other party's eyes swept past, and calmly fell back to the page.
He froze for a moment when he smelled it, pursed his thin lips, and lowered his eyes.
He thumbed the page. These few seconds of silence were highlighted.
Xie Wen raised his free hand and flipped a few pages back before suddenly smiling and saying, "You seem to be really not afraid."
"Otherwise?" Wen Shi didn't lift his eyes: "Who is full and pretending to be like this?"
Xie Wen raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't say a word.
He turned to the end when he first smelled it, and flicked the paper on the last page with his back: "Fortunately, your brother just turned a few pages and put it back in place, otherwise... When he found him, he might have fainted from fright. ."
When I smelled it, I turned directly to the page he played, and saw that it read:
"Sunny May 22, 1913
Mr. Li said that there is a strange smell in the house, and his nose is really good.
While I was taking a nap, I dropped the perfume bottle my mother brought back from Guangzhou Port, and now he nags about something else.
Although he has read a lot, he does not know fairness, and is a mean but flattering person. He often praised that Shen Manshu cried loudly, was a healthy girl, praised Shen Manshan with a round face and a blessed appearance, and praised that Shen Manyi wore glasses with a scholarly and ladylike appearance, but those glasses were often lost, and everyone had to follow them when they were lost, which was a troublesome thing. Brother Jun also followed him to learn some writing, he was another look, always picky. So it's all the more annoying that he compliments us for no reason.
Mother Cai couldn't clean up the perfume after changing the carpet. Mr. Li had been sneezing in the afternoon, and Uncle Qi was also a little dizzy. They moved to a small room downstairs at night.
This way, I won't be able to smell Shen Manyi, and I'll be able to cleanse for a few more days.
It's just that Shen Manyi still likes to make me guess the "true and false bride". It used to be daytime, but now it's nighttime. She told me, guess wrong, I have to play with her forever.
Really annoying. "
The diary was used intermittently, as if the owner would only remember to write a few sentences every few days.
There should be many more sheets of paper after this page, but they are all gone. They were cut off with a paper cutter, and the fractures are neat.
"At least half of it." Wen Shi said, touching the broken mouth.
Xie Wen held the candle light and looked at the rest of the room: "It should be separated."
The house of the young master of the Shen family is very large, but the layout is not complicated. Apart from the sofa and some wardrobes, there are only two beds. A soft and broad, with a drapery. The other one is much simpler and sits beside the big bed, like a place for domestic helpers or bed companions to sleep.
However, there was almost no trace of sleeping on the simple bed, but there were two futons neatly placed on the big bed.
They even opened the mattress and looked at it, but they didn't find the rest of the diary, so they decided to go back to the previous cabin first.
Before leaving, Wen Shi stared at the two side-by-side beds, slightly dazed.
It wasn't until the candle light flickered before his eyes that he regained his senses.
Xie asked, "What's wrong?"
"No." Wen Shi retracted his gaze and muttered in a deep voice, "I feel like I've seen it before."
He grabbed the diary and walked out thoughtfully, not paying attention that Xie Wen stopped when he heard that sentence.
***
As soon as Wen Shi went out, he heard footsteps and muffled whispers.
He turned his head and saw that it was the group of people waiting in the room.
"Why are you here?" Wen Shi was puzzled.
"It's just waiting to sit in the room, why don't you come out and see the situation." Dadong took the lead, "Besides, it's just the two and a half of you—"
He swallowed the "half-hearted child" he almost said, coughed and said, "Just the two of you out looking for something, who knows if you will encounter something that can't be resisted, and put yourself in. I think about it, or act together. Safer. It's hard to say what's going on here, you'd better stay away from me."
When he was talking, Lao Mao moved to Xie Wen's side and complained to the boss in a very low voice: "He is more afraid when he stays in the room, he is suspicious, and he has been holding back for a long time before he decides to come out and gather people together. ."
When he heard it, he got close, and after hearing most of it, he turned his head and glanced at Lao Mao.
Xie Wen straightened up, saw Wen Shi's eyes, and said in a low voice, "Old Mao is brave, I'll let him watch."
"Oh" when I heard it.
Oh, and suddenly wondered, why would I care about Lao Mao? And Xie Wen actually explained it to him with a good temper.
He frowned slightly, and his expression became a little weird.
Or Xia Qiao asked, "Brother, have you found the diary?"
"Yeah." Wen Shi shook the book, "But it was cut, and the content is incomplete."
"Had been cut? What about the rest?" Xia Qiao took it and turned it over, and Dadong and Sun Siqi also came over.
"It may be hidden in other rooms, I have to find it." Wen Shi said.
"Then didn't we come in time?" Dadong was proud of his wise decision, and while lighting the diary with a candle light, he said, "Search every room in a while."
The contents of the diary were really shocking. After reading a few lines, they soon lost their voices, their faces turned pale by the candle light.
The rat was standing behind them, leaning forward with his neck hooked. The mirror in the hallway reflected his face, and it was obvious that he could not pick out the problem, and there was an indescribable sense of weirdness.
He stared at him silently.
After a few seconds, Lao Mao finished talking to Xie Wen, and returned to the crowd. If you pay more attention, you can find that he is standing in front of the mouse. If there is any problem, he can move other people with him. Mice separated.
This position is somewhat meaningful when you think about it. It seems that he has acquiesced that there is something wrong with this rat.
… Or rather, not his default, but his boss default.
When I smelled all these things, I suddenly felt that Xie Wen was really special.
He is obviously a person who has been expelled, and he has not been in the cage a few times, so it is clear that he cannot get out of the cage because of his karma. But he seemed calmer and more awake than anyone else in the cage.
If it weren't for karma, what he could do might be far above most people. I thought to myself when I smelled it.
Xia Qiao and the others finally finished reading a few pages of the diary.
Zhou Xu raised his head silently, and accidentally saw the pale faces of everyone in the mirror. He suddenly screamed and grabbed Xia Qiao's arm, causing Xia Qiao to kneel.
Sun Siqi followed closely behind, also with a "pop".
Dadong also softened a bit, but held on.
"Daxian, what are you doing?!" Sun Siqi groaned and lost his soul.
"No." Zhou Xu blinked hard and took a few steps silently: "I saw it wrong, I was taken aback by the mirror."
This is actually a kind of psychological effect. Once you feel that something is wrong in your own person, everyone will think it is fake. They are in this state of surprise right now.
"Don't yell." Dadong pretended to be calm and analyzed: "This is the diary of the young master of the Shen family? Looking at the meaning in the diary, it should be that he killed his sister."
He frowned as he spoke, feeling that this young master was not very old, but he was really perverted.
"The rest of the diary may also have important things, let's look for it." Dadong said, rolled up the diary, stuffed it into his pocket, and then greeted everyone to go to the next room.
When he turned the corner, Xia Qiao was more distracted.
He grabbed the candle light, took a look in the corridor, narrowed his eyes and reached out to count.
"What are you counting?" Zhou Xu wondered.
"The door that fell to the ground." Xia Qiao said.
"Can you see this clearly?" Zhou Xu also squinted his eyes, and vaguely saw the outline of the door on the ground, "No wonder you came all the way and muttered."
Dadong didn't react yet and asked him, "Why do you count this?"
Xia Qiao finished counting this corridor, swallowed, and silently shrank behind Wen Shi and Xie Wen.
"Shrink what?" Wen Shi asked.
"If I count correctly, the door that fell down is the same as before." Xia Qiao said.
"What do you mean?" Dadong was still wondering.
On the other hand, Zhou Xu reacted first. Although he was rebellious and second-year, his mind was very smart: "Oh!!! You mean the door that was opened in the corridor is the same as before?"
Xia Qiao nodded: "Yes!"
Sun Siqi pondered along these words, and suddenly his scalp became numb: "Didn't that old man with the walkie-talkie say that he just opened the door and wanted to come to me? If there are not many doors that have been opened..."
So, which door did the rat open
Dadong called out "Shit" and finally understood.
"Then it's obvious! There's something wrong with that mouse, and ours is indeed true." After Dadong beat the spirits, he immediately hugged the square-faced man beside him and said, "Brother! I almost wronged you."
"Oh shit, I was really suspicious of everyone just now." Dadong hooked the rat's neck and let out a long sigh of relief, with a sense of excitement for the rest of his life, "Don't hold grudges against me. , blame the haunted little-"
Before the word "girl" was spoken, Dadong heard someone suddenly say something behind him: "Hey, there's a pair of glasses in the flower grid here, and who of you forgot to take them?"
Hearing that voice, he asked Xie Xie, and his tone was calm and natural.
Everyone's first reaction was to look at him, only the mouse that Dadong was holding, subconsciously touched his cheekbones.
Dadong and the others caught a glimpse of that action out of the corner of their eyes, and their brains were dull for a moment.
The next second, they suddenly realized that it was a habitual action of pushing glasses...
And mice don't wear glasses at all.
Dadong's pupils shrank suddenly, and the hand that was hooking on the mouse shrank back suddenly as if it was scalded.
When the others had no time to react, a thin white hand patted the "rat" on the shoulder neatly, and the long index finger was bent, making a hijab out of thin air.
Then, Wen Shi's voice sounded behind the "rat" and called him: "Shen Manyi."
"Rat" turned his head to look at him.
The two candle lights jumped and went out. The entire corridor was suddenly plunged into pitch blackness.
The little girl giggled, right in the middle of the crowd, where the "rat" stood. But soon, the sound was far away, accompanied by the sound of clack-clack leather shoes, I don't know where to go.
When the candle light came back on again, 7 people knelt down 5 times.
Dadong leaned against the wall and asked weakly, "Why did you two react so quickly? You didn't see it before, did you?"
Xie Wen was still unhurried, very modest: "A little bit."
Fuck you!
To see is to see, and a little or two
Dadong clutched his heart: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?!"
He turned his head and shouted when he heard it again, "Why didn't you take a picture earlier when you took one shot?!"
Wen Shi sneered: "I wanted to stay for a while to see if I could provide some clues. Who would have thought that you would be able to hug me?"
Dadong looked at his hand and became cold on the spot.
Wen Shi reached out and took out the diary in his pocket.
"What are you doing?" Da Dong protected him.
He turned to the last page, re-read the contents of the diary, and said lukewarmly, "Hurry up, or she will come to play with you."
Dadong Xin said my day.
When you hear it, it becomes a prophecy.
It didn't take long for Shen Manyi to come again, but not for Dadong, but for him...
At that time he was holding a candle light, carefully shining the carpet in the corridor. As a result, when he looked up, he saw two thanks. One just came out of the room of the young master of the Shen family, also holding a candle light. And another... just behind him.
When smelling: "… "
He felt that the little girl of the Shen family was doing something.