There is also a clock hanging in the study room, which is far more pleasing than the one in the living room. He tolerated its existence when he smelled it.
He stared at the pointer a few more times, then suddenly turned his head and asked, "What time was that clock just now?"
Xia Qiao, like a student who was suddenly named, said in panic, "I-I didn't pay attention."
When smelling: "...I didn't ask you."
Xia Qiao said "oh" shyly, and turned to look at Xie Wen when she heard it.
In fact, when I asked this sentence, I was stunned when I heard it. Because before that, he always acted in the cage as "answering questions" or "doesn't bother to answer, just do it directly" in the cage, doing everything.
He rarely asks of his own accord. On the one hand, there are few words, and on the other hand, what he notices may not be noticed by others, and what he does not notice, others may not notice even more. Three years ago, his nature was haunting, no matter how many years passed, he still didn't like to trouble others.
"Consultation" and "inquiry" are almost useless for him. So at the moment of breaking the inertia, he would always be a little stunned, and even wanted to say "Forget it, when I didn't ask."
Fortunately, Xie Wen spoke before him and said, "1 o'clock."
When he heard the sound, he let out a "hmm", and his heart fell. It seemed that the road that he had been walking by himself suddenly had someone who could talk to him.
He was just about to say that the time displayed by the desk clock and the wall clock was inconsistent, perhaps with a special meaning.
Before he could say anything, he heard Xie Xie speak again, and he added with a smile: "It should be 1 o'clock, but you can't say it too firmly, after all, you cut the clock really fast. I can see it clearly."
put your fart.
Wen Shi looked away from the clock, swallowed the words, and decided to let someone be his puppet, or shut up and don't talk.
Mr. Li has got behind the desk. The desk is complete with paper and pens. There are brushes of different sizes on the shelf. There are several old-fashioned pens on the stone platform. But he's still rummaging through boxes.
"What is he doing?" Xia Qiao was a little afraid of him, but couldn't help but want to help him.
Xie Wen entered the door at the latest, swiped around and said, "I'm looking for Mo."
When his voice fell, Wen Shi had already pulled open a rusty iron cabinet and pulled out several ink bottles from it. An unpleasant odor suddenly filled the entire study.
Xia Qiao vomited, pinched his nose and said, "What does this smell like?"
Ever since he read Young Master Shen's diary, he was very sensitive to the strange smell of the Shen family, for fear that another person would be hidden in the sofa or in the cabinet.
"The ink is broken." Wen Shi said.
His expression was also ugly, he endured the stench and unscrewed the ink cap to take a look, and then threw it into the trash can.
Mr. Li rushed over and snatched the bottle back like a baby.
"The ink is already dry." Wen Shi said with frown.
Mr. Li reluctantly scratched with a brush a few times, but he couldn't write anything. All the ink that could be found was dry, and not a single bottle could be used, as if on purpose, not wanting him to write.
Wen Shi walked around the study room without stopping. "Boom" opened all the cabinets in the room. No new ink was found, but he saw a camphor wood bookcase.
The bookcase was inconspicuous, and it was the most common thing in the study at that time, but it attracted Wen Shi's attention because it was locked.
What key items will be kept in the bookcase
When he was thinking about it, the puppet line had been thrown out.
The moment the thread got into the keyhole, the entire study suddenly flashed—the snow-white walls were tinged with orange, and when I heard it, a crackling sound was heard in my ears, and a gust of hot wind blew from nowhere, swept across my face, and it was a bit scorching. .
Xia Qiao let out a soft hiss.
Wen Shi turned his head, saw him clutching his arms, waved his hands repeatedly and said, "It doesn't matter, it's just that I didn't know what I touched, it hurts a bit."
Xia Qiao frowned for a moment, and then added: "No, it's a little hot, it feels burnt."
He put down his hand and looked at it, but the piece he was covering was intact, not even red.
"What about you?" Wen Shi looked at Xie and asked.
"I'm fine." Xie Wen was standing in the corner, rubbing the wall with his thumb, "This house may have been burned."
Indeed, the scene that flashed by in the blink of an eye just now looked like a field of fire.
He lowered his head and asked Shen Manyi, "Is there a fire in your house?"
Shen Manyi raised her head and said, "No."
That is how the matter
He frowned when he smelled it, and the puppet thread drilled into the keyhole again.
At the same time as the lock cylinder was turned lightly, the entire study suddenly fell into a sea of fire!
The heat wave rushed towards the person, and the golden red flames rolled in the air, enough to lick off a layer of skin.
It rolled in the air, seeing that it was about to swallow Xia Qiao and Xie Wendang into its belly, and saw Wen Shi in front of the bookcase swept his hands behind his back, and the snake wrapped in chains sprang straight out with its fangs. Coiled around the entire study, and the menacing flame was swallowed cleanly by it.
"Ah-"
Xia Qiao covered his face and ran around in the fire, but when he looked up, he saw his brother's puppet, like a "greedy snake", swimming forward with his mouth open, swallowing wherever he went, wherever he went, There is not a single spark left, as long as it doesn't hit the wall, it can be swallowed up.
The flames continued to subside, Xie Wen walked through the space, walked behind Wen Shi, and bent over to look at the bookcase. No panic at all.
Mr. Li and Shen Manyi didn't react either. One grabbed a pen from the stone platform, and the other blinked at him like a kaleidoscope.
Xia Qiao thought for a while, then covered his face again. Because of shame.
He showed an eye from the gap between his fingers, moved behind his brother and Boss Xie, and heard the copper lock of the book box fall to the ground with a bang, and unlocked.
Tongue of fire fluttered twice, and finally retreated. When he smelled it, he put the five fingers of his left hand together, put away the snake, and at the same time opened the cover of the bookcase with his right hand.
They thought they would see something special, such as a photograph, an old object, or a book that recorded key information. Who knows that this book box is full of paper, and the paper is densely packed with words.
When I smelled it, I flipped a few pictures and glanced at the contents.
Xia Qiao muttered in the back: "What is this? An excerpt of a famous poem?"
"The homework assigned by Mr." The little girl's voice suddenly sounded.
"homework?"
Shen Manyi nodded, crouched down beside the bookbox, and said seriously: "The homework assigned by Mr., let us practice calligraphy, and we have to hand it in every day."
She paused for a while, then whispered, "I don't like to practice calligraphy, so I pay less."
The words on the top are very familiar, exactly the same as those in the diary. The strokes are somewhat immature and soft, but very neat. It should be the words of the young master of the Shen family.
Wen Shi found his signature on the third page, called Shen Mansheng. The name is a bit delicate, and it matches the words very well, which makes the content of the diary even more chilling.
After the inscription is Mr. Li's Zhubi annotation, there is only one pause, indicating that he has read it.
Wen Shi even flipped through the small half of the box, and the content was always the same—Shen Man raised two or three pages of writing, Mr. Li made a few comments, and he didn't have a single comment. It seemed to be the simplest and most frequent daily homework.
What's lockable about this
When I heard it, I was wondering when I suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the side, as if something had penetrated into the flesh and was slowly torn.
He turned his head and saw that Mr. Li, who was teaching, was lying on the desk, grabbing an old-fashioned pen, and using the tip of the pen to open his arm.
This scene is really scary!
"What are you doing?" Wen Shi immediately grabbed the puppet line, trying to stop his terrifying movements. But seeing Mr. Li clutching the pen, he slowly turned his head to look at him.
The teacher's eyes are rotten, and he can't see his eyes or expressions. But maybe it was because of the gurgling water in his eye sockets, he always looked like he was crying, but he was very determined.
The wound on his arm turned out, and a large pool of water poured out first, and then blood slowly oozes out.
Mr. Li stared there, and when the blood slowly accumulated into a small puddle, he carefully dipped a little with the tip of a pen. He was using blood as ink.
"I..." Xia Qiao couldn't speak, and couldn't help but say in shock, "You can write with water, don't paddle!"
But Mr. Li didn't seem to be able to hear the word "water", so he trembled, lowered his head again, and wrote a word on the paper forcefully.
Maybe it was too hard, his fingers were shaking, so that the words he wrote were crooked and hard to distinguish. But they still recognized it when they smelled it.
That's a "sink" word.
After Mr. Li finished writing, he stared at the word so hard that he almost broke the pen. He may not be satisfied. After reading it for a few seconds, he painted out the crooked word, found another blank, and wrote again... Then he wrote the word "Shen" again.
Xia Qiao: "?"
He didn't understand the meaning of this operation, and glanced at Wen Shi with a questioning face, but saw that his brother didn't raise his head, his eyes fell on the piece of paper, without any urging, Mr. Li let him play freely.
So the teacher wrote scribbling and scribbling, and in just a few moments, he finished writing a piece of paper.
The paper is full of blood-red "Shen" characters. At first glance, it is shocking, and the strokes are getting more and more hasty and sloppy, and the emotions are getting more and more excited.
Xia Qiao finally remembered the question when he smelled it before, and he asked Mr. Li, "Who are you afraid of?"
If you can't say it, write it. So Mr. Li wrote "Shen" full of paper.
"So what he is afraid of is still that young master, Shen Mansheng?" Xia Qiao turned to look at the bookcase.
He pondered for a moment when he heard it, then shook his head.
"Isn't it?" Xia Qiao pointed to the words on the paper weeping blood, and said in surprise, "It's all written with blood."
"Then why don't you write your full name?" Wen Shi asked rhetorically.
Xia Qiao choked.
Compared with the deep hatred and the tears in every word, when I smelled it, I felt that Mr. Li was more like struggling - he might want to write something else, but he could only write this word as soon as he put the pen down, so he wrote it and changed it, changed it and wrote it again. .
Just when this thought flashed by, Xie Wen suddenly said, "Come and see this."
When he smelled it, he looked up, and saw Xie Wen pulled out a piece of paper from the bottom of the bookcase, put it in the corner of the desk, and tapped the forefinger on the sign.
This is still the calligraphy practice of the young master Shen Mansheng, but this time Mr. Li's comment is not just a pause, but a paragraph.
That paragraph was annotated by Zhubi, and after years and years, it was as rusted as Mr. Li's blood.
He wrote: Don't always learn A Jun's handwriting, he learned Chinese characters late and lacks a lot more than you. I don't know if you are joking or something. It's rude to go on like this.