He asked suddenly, and when he smelled it, he was stunned for a moment before turning his head: "What?"
"Nothing." Xie asked.
There were no lights in the room, but it wasn't pitch black. Their room was close to the back door of Shen's house, and the window was facing the yard. The cold gray moonlight shone in from the window, passed through the glass, and swayed his eyes.
He narrowed his eyes and heard Xie Wen say, "I was just thinking, did you dream of someone and mistake me for him."
The room was very quiet, only Mr. Li's wet hair was dripping with water, which flowed sticky and greasy along the edge of the bed, dribbling into small puddles.
When Xie Wen spoke, his eyes were still slightly bent, as if he was just asking something casually.
But his voice was very low, and it seemed a little vague and ambiguous in the gloomy night.
When I smelled something, my heart was lightly scratched, and suddenly I didn't know how to answer.
The two fell into a subtle silence, and the moment was drawn for a long time.
After a long time, he moved his lips when he smelled it.
Xie Wen originally looked at him, but now he narrowed his eyes. He seemed to suddenly come back to his senses and glanced out the window.
After a few seconds of silence, his warm voice fell in Wen Shi's ears: "You don't need to answer any casual gossip. Did you hear anything?"
movement
He frowned when he heard it, thinking that he just changed the subject casually. As a result, I actually heard a strange movement—
A squeak broke the silence in the house.
Because of the quietness of the night, all sounds are very clear, as if they are close at hand, and it is difficult to tell where it comes from.
Squeak.
Another sound, slow, still unable to tell where it was.
Squeak.
…
When smelling it, he thought at first that the door of the room was blown open by the wind, but after three beeps, he understood: "The sound of the rope."
Xie Wen's expression was not unexpected, but another reaction in his mouth: "Are you sure?"
"Yeah." Wen Shi paid attention to his voice, not paying attention to the slight change in his expression when he retracted his gaze from the window.
"What kind of rope, puppet thread?" Xie Wen pointed to Wen Shi's hand.
"no."
As soon as you pull it, it makes a creaking sound. Do you want this kind of puppet line for you
Wen Shi stared at him, and the words came to his mouth. Due to the inexplicable and obscure atmosphere before, he swallowed the words again and explained: "Hemp rope, that kind of twisted into a strand."
He seldom can hold such patience, so his voice is deep and dry.
Xie Wen was very interested in this soulless explanation.
Squeak.
Squeak.
While speaking, the voice came again, and it was unusually regular, and the interval between each voice was almost the same. It was like something heavy hanging from a rope, swaying from side to side.
Xie Wen listened and said, "Pull it out."
Wen Shi pursed his lips and endured it for a while, but couldn't hold back: "Take it and try it."
Thanks for laughing.
He may not have heard enough of the dry explanation, and he still wants to listen to the upgraded version of Fierce Baba, and asked: "Then how did this sound come from?"
"It should be wrapped around a wooden beam or a wooden pole, and the things around it are not strong enough, so—" Wen Shi said here, and suddenly frowned.
Because Mr. Li next to him has a new move—
He slowly raised his head in the creaking, creaking sound, raised his face, and stared at the position above his head without blinking.
When he smelled it, he raised his head and saw a long straight beam.
Hemp ropes, wooden beams, and heavy objects pulled together. It is easy to think of one result—Mr. Li was hanged.
Wen Shi turned to look at Mr. Li's neck again.
He was not wearing a western suit, but a long Chinese-style blouse, with the collar standing upright and buttoned up to the top, just enough to cover everything.
Before he lowered his head and scratched the bed with his fingernails, he could only see the back of his neck when he smelled it. Now when I raised my face, the deep bruise under my neck was obvious.
But if he was hanged, how could he look like this
Hanging outside in the rain? Or hanging in the bathroom
But these words can't be said in front of Mr. Li, at least not before knowing what he wants to do. He thought about it when he smelled it, and asked, "Can you talk, why are you looking up?"
Mr. Li still looked up at the top of his head, except for the beam, the roof was empty, and there was nothing to see. After a while, he looked at Wen Shi slowly.
He seemed to have just realized that there was someone else in his bed, and his eyes widened, and water was seeping out of his dark eye sockets again.
when-
The clock in the Shen's living room rang suddenly again, and it was late in the night, which was shockingly abrupt.
Mr. Li's ghostly body flashed, like an overexposed old photo, as if he was about to disappear from the bed in the next second.
Wen Shi frowned and heard Xie Wen whisper: "It seems that the time is up."
"When will it be?" Wen Shi looked back at him.
I saw that the outline of his body was also blurred, and it seemed that he was going to disappear with Mr. Li.
"I don't know, I guess it's time for you to wake up." Xie asked.
Wen Shi said coldly, "I'm already awake."
Xie Wen listened to his tone and wanted to laugh for some reason: "You are stronger, you are an exception. I said that normal people should probably wake up."
Not pleasant to smell.
In such a short time, Mr. Li didn't even fart, what can he do
when-
The clock struck again.
Xie asked: "Look, it has already begun to urge."
Like Mr. Li, his figure is getting more and more illusory, and there are subtle differences. I don't know if it is because he is still alive.
"Love reminder." Wen Shi frowned, and while speaking, he simply put a puppet wire on each of Mr. Li's and Xie Wen's wrists, and then raised his hand and tapped Mr. Li's forehead.
Mr. Li's head was like a water-filled melon, and his knuckles tapped on it, making a hollow, crisp sound.
His face was paralyzed when he smelled it.
But at the moment when the voice fell, Mr. Li's body, which had been reduced to a phantom, suddenly became clear, as if he was about to leave and was forcibly dragged back.
He crunched his neck and looked at Wen Shi stiffly and blankly.
Wen Shi rushed to him and said, "You can't leave."
Mr. Li: "..."
Wen Shi turned his head to knock Xie Wen again, but was stopped by Xie Wen grabbing his fingers.
The other party grabbed casually and didn't use too much force, but accidentally became half-clinched and half-grip state, inexplicably a little intimate.
Both paused.
After a while, Xie Wen said, "Are you going to turn me into a puppet?"
Wen Shi looked at him: "How do you know this?"
Would a half-assed person know how to turn a living thing into a puppet
Xie asked: "I read it in the book."
Wen Shi: "Did the book say this is temporary?"
Xie asked: "I told you."
Wen Shi's eyes swept across his gradually blurred body, and looked at him again: "So you would rather be dead than accept being my puppet for a while."
Xie asked silently, wondering what he was thinking.
He looked into Wen Shi's eyes, released his hand after a moment, and said helplessly, "Knock it."
There is a difference between turning Shen Manyi and Mr. Li into puppets and turning real living people like Xie Wen into puppets. After all, whether this process went smoothly or not depends on the willpower of the other party, and on the other hand, whether the puppet master can completely suppress it.
Wen Shi's current state is not as good as it was in the past, but there is no problem in suppressing these junior judges. What's more, Xie asked was also delisted.
But he lightly tapped Xie Wen's forehead, but he was still a little surprised.
Because he didn't feel the slightest obstacle, he was almost the same as Shen Manyi and Mr. Li.
At that moment, he felt that something was wrong, but he didn't have time to think about it.
On top of that, there's another voice messing around—
The clock in the living room rang four times, but he failed to send Mr. Li and Xie Wen away. He went crazy on the spot and began to cry.
The knocking sound of Dangdang kept ringing, and someone in the next two rooms finally woke up, and when I heard the sound of the door opening. But he was more annoyed by the sound of the bell hitting the soul.
"Wait." He left a message for the three newly received "puppets" in the room, then opened the door and left the room.
Shen Manyi and Mr. Li sat upright on the edge of the bed, not daring to move. But the "puppet" surnamed Xie was very disobedient. He followed someone calmly and saw someone walking into the living room, pulling a puppet wire "cut as iron as mud", and cutting the clock with his head down. .
When Xie Wen passed by the nurse's room, he heard the door creak.
He turned his eyes to look over, and saw Lao Mao poking his head out from inside.
As soon as he saw Xie Wen, he was stunned for a moment, and muttered, "You really fell asleep? I thought you—"
"What am I?" Xie Wen stopped and waited for his next words.
Lao Mao glanced cautiously at the living room, and said in a low voice, "I thought you deliberately walked away to look for the spirit again."
Xie Wen raised his eyebrows, but didn't say a word.
He glanced at the room and asked, "Are you all awake?"
"Not yet." Lao Mao shook his head, "I slept like a pig. I'll wait for them to wake up, so that it doesn't look like I'm the only one with their eyes open, which is too abrupt."
"You won't be the only one." Xie Wen raised his chin toward Xiaqiao and Zhou Xu's room, "Isn't there another one in that room?"
Puppets in the cage are the least likely to fall asleep, and the least likely to be bewitched, after all, they are not human. Xie Wen is obviously referring to Xia Qiao, but Lao Mao is a smart bird: "I can't wake up when he is awake. Isn't this telling the world that I have the same physique as him?"
Xie asked: "You think too much, the old man feels less."
Lao Mao: "???"
His chest was bulging, but he was out of breath for two seconds, and then remembered another thing: "By the way, boss, I just felt very wrong for a few seconds."
Xie asked: "What's wrong?"
Lao Mao: "I don't understand. The last time something went wrong was because of your accident."
Xie Wen gave a faint "Oh", pointed in the direction of Wen Shi from a distance, and said, "That may be because he just turned me into his puppet."
Lao Mao suddenly realized, and also said "oh".
Three seconds later, he suddenly shuddered, fluttered twice, and almost realized the prototype: "What did he turn you into???"
Xie asked: "His puppet."
Lao Mao didn't come up in one breath, and he was almost dead on the spot.
Xie asked: "It's a bit too much, and it's not that he didn't try it before."
That is, why don't you dare to let him try
The old man vomited a mouthful of blood silently.
The clock over there fell to the ground with a thud, and was dismantled into eight pieces. There was no movement at all. As soon as he turned around, Lao Mao shrank his head back.
"Who are you talking to?" He saw Xie Wen across the corridor. When he came over, the door of the room next door was just opened, and a figure popped out, grabbing Wen Shi's arm and starting shake.
When he smelled it, he turned his head and saw that it was Xiaqiao.
"What the hell?" he asked in confusion.
Xia Qiao's face turned pale and nodded frantically. He swallowed, pointed to his room and said, "Shoes."
what shoes
Wen Shi walked over and pushed the door, and instantly understood what Xia Qiao meant—
The pair of bright red embroidered shoes that were supposed to be on the bedside of the nurse, at some point, stopped by the bedside of Xia Qiao and Zhou Xu, with their toes pointed towards the bed.
"When did you come?" Wen Shi asked.
Xia Qiao shrank behind him and Xie Wen, and said, "Just after the bell rang, Zhou Xu fell asleep in seconds and couldn't wake up. But I couldn't sleep, and I didn't dare to move, so I could only lie on the bed with my eyes closed. Then I heard the door of the room being opened and closed, and the footsteps walked to the bed and stood beside me, not moving."
Xia Qiao started to get goosebumps as he spoke: "I waited for a long time and didn't get any movement, so I opened my eyes a little and took a look. But there was no one by the bed!"
At that time, he was in a cold sweat, and he stood upright on the bed and pretended to be dead. He pretended to be dead until the bell rang again, and the more hurried, and then vaguely heard the voices of Xie Wen and Wen Shi, and then flew off the bed.
Only when he got out of bed did he really see that it was the pair of embroidered shoes parked beside the bed. It was as if someone had been standing by the bed since they fell asleep, watching them silently.
"Who is she looking for?" Xia Qiao asked.