The babbling on the TV was really gloomy, and Xia Qiao couldn't listen to it anymore, so he grabbed the remote and adjusted the channel.
He thought that Lu Wenjuan was just talking. After all, the TV didn't look like normal. He didn't expect that it was actually changed.
It's just that there is a rustling snow pattern in the gap between changing channels, and the sudden sound attracted the attention of several other people.
"I'll give it a try." Xia Qiao felt that his actions were a bit silly, and explained embarrassingly.
The newly changed channel is no longer a drama, but a TV series. The faces of the characters are still unclear. It's the kind of white after high exposure, or it's ghostly, but at least it's more normal than singing.
The TV was quite lively, although the face was blurred, but the outlines and movements could be seen.
It should be a family drama. Several people are sitting around the dining table chatting, and one person comes over with two plates and shouts with a smile, "Hot dumplings are here!"
"Dumplings?" The person at the table helped take the plate, "This is too much trouble for you."
"You're welcome. I didn't package it. Uncle Wu brought it here." The man wiped his hands and sat down at the dining table. He pointed to the two plates and said, "Come on, have a taste, there are lucky ones."
"What color head?" Two of them moved their chopsticks, each holding a dumpling.
"It's possible that you'll get paid for it."
"money?"
Both of them took a bite of the dumpling.
"Unfortunately, I am of fennel and have no money. How about you?"
"Me too."
"It's alright, two plates are enough." The person who brought the dumplings said with a smile. He turned his head to look at the other corner of the table, where there seemed to be a long-haired girl sitting, always reserved and elegant, without moving her chopsticks.
"What's the matter? Not to your taste? Eat." He enthusiastically pushed the tableware and chopsticks in front of the girl.
The girl waved her hand, smiled and declined, "I ate some snacks in the afternoon, and I'm not hungry yet."
"Snacks are snacks, what if you don't eat dinner?"
"I can't eat it," said the girl.
"Eat one is fine." The man continued to persuade.
But no matter what he said, the girl never moved her chopsticks.
"Hey, okay." The man finally sighed and said regretfully, "These dumplings are very fragrant, and Uncle Wu's craftsmanship is excellent. It's a pity not to eat them."
He smacked his lips, shook his head for a moment, and repeated: "It's really a pity not to eat."
I don't know what the theme of this TV series is. There is a lively table of people, but there is an indescribable strangeness.
Xia Qiao originally wanted to change the channel and just ignore it, but he was always attracted by the voices of those people.
The few people fell asleep after eating the dumplings, and the screen quickly went black.
Xia Qiao was about to take his eyes off the TV when suddenly the screen flickered a few times and the camera switched to the bedroom.
The long-haired girl was curled up in the quilt and slept soundly, but a figure quietly came to her bed. The girl turned over unconsciously, and then the figure in front of the bed raised her hands high, with an axe in her hand.
He swiped hard at the girl's neck.
"Fuck!" Xia Qiao jumped in fright and almost bounced off the sofa.
Wen Shi also saw that scene and frowned. The TV screen was quickly splattered with blood, and no one could see clearly, only the dull sound of an axe chopping things.
"If you can't stand it, change it." Xie Wen reminded.
Xia Qiao then hurriedly grabbed the remote control and hurriedly pressed the next channel. As a result, this time, there was nothing on the TV, only a large, noisy snowflake rustling.
He changed several times one after another, all with this result, as if there were only two channels on the entire TV, one for singing and one for horror movies.
Xia Qiao almost threw the remote control away.
"What a baby." Xie Wen commented.
Wen Shi took the remote control from Xia Qiao's hand and turned off the unfortunate TV directly.
When the screen went black, the house was completely cleaned.
Then he turned to Xie Wen and said, "First find out what kind of cage this is. Don't you know her parents?"
Xie asked: "You said Lu Wenjuan?"
Wen Shi: "Well. Is this name really from the grave?"
"No, I heard it mentioned to the old man." Xie asked.
"???" Xia Qiao looked at Lao Mao angrily and aggrieved, but Lao Mao said, "The difference is not really big, it's all the same thing anyway."
Xie Wen followed Lao Mao's words: "Her parents mentioned that the eldest daughter Lu Wenjuan passed away very early."
When smelling: "What's the reason?"
Xie asked: "It was said to be drowned. I made an appointment with a friend to swim in the river during the holiday. I don't know which river it is. It should not be near here. It is said that it took a lot of effort to get it back."
"Drowning..." Wen Shi pondered for a long time.
This kind of death is not uncommon, and the cage will be left behind, either because there is something you can't let go of, or the reason for drowning is too uneasy.
Such a person will have some intentions related to water in the cage more or less. But at present, apart from the constant rain, there is really nothing related to water in this cage.
"Let's take a look." Xie asked.
If you don't know the situation in advance, it's actually difficult to judge the size of the cage when you just enter the cage.
Maybe the ins and outs are very simple. Just like the cages in Shenqiao or Wangquan Road, if you find the key points, you can solve it by dividing three and five. Maybe even more detoured than the Sanmi store.
After a while, Lu Wenjuan came back from work. She opened the door, glanced into the room, and said in surprise, "Is the TV turned off? Don't you watch it?"
Who dares to see it! Xia Qiao thought with lingering fears.
On the contrary, Xie Wen said to her, "They are trying to help you."
This is too blind, but Lu Wenjuan actually believed it. She smiled and waved her hand and said, "It's too polite, how can I let you into the kitchen, it doesn't make sense."
She said, pointed to the hall and said, "The dining table is outside. Since you don't want to watch TV, then you can come out. The tableware and chopsticks are already set, I'll just put a plate, and soon."
To be honest, no one expected her hospitality. But Wen Shi and Xie Wen stood up simply and walked towards the door one after the other.
Lu Wenjuan smiled brightly, and turned her attention to the sofa again.
Xia Qiao also jumped up quickly, pushing Lao Mao to keep up with his brother and Boss Xie in a hurry, not daring to stay any longer.
The dining table is placed in the hall, the old-fashioned Eight Immortals table, the paint color is half faded, but it can still be seen that it is bright red when it is new, and the high-back wooden chairs are also matched.
Four sets of bowls and chopsticks are neatly placed on the table. The bowls are round bowls with blue edges and patterns, and the chopsticks are round wooden chopsticks painted with half red lacquer. There was a small ball of white rice in the bowl, and the chopsticks were inserted vertically into the firm rice grains.
At first glance, there are four sets of offerings.
Anyone who is a little more timid will not be able to sit down when they see this. But except for Xia Qiao, who is not a human being, there is no timidity at all.
So they quickly took their seats, then pulled the chopsticks out of the rice and set them aside.
The next moment, Lu Wenjuan came out of the kitchen with a disc in one hand.
At that moment, several people at the table felt that this scene seemed familiar. Immediately afterwards, Lu Wenjuan said something more familiar to them—
"The hot dumplings are here," she said.
The two large discs were filled with white and bulging dumplings, with the aroma of steamed pasta, and the steam was just out of the pot.
It looks hot, but it makes people fall into an ice cave.
"It's a bit heavy, can you help me?" Lu Wenjuan was still smiling, but the more she looked at it, the weirder it became.
When she smelled and reached out to pick up the dumpling plate, she realized that she felt weird because every time she laughed, the curvature of her eyes and lips were always the same.
In other words, every time she laughs, it's like copy-paste.
"These dumplings were delivered by Uncle Wu in the evening." Lu Wenjuan explained, "By the way, Uncle Wu is the head of our village. He is very kind, and his cooking is superb, especially the dumplings. The thickness of the skin he rolled was just now. Well, the bite is very chewy, and the stuffing is fragrant. Every time he makes dumplings, he will deliver some from house to house, you guys are very coincidental!"
She put the plate among the crowd and said, "You must try it. He also added a lottery. You can try if you can eat it."
She said more, and Xia Qiao's face became even paler. By the time she finished speaking, Xia Qiao's face was pale.
Perhaps not giving up, he asked Lu Wenjuan in a trance, "What kind of rosy head?"
Lu Wenjuan said, "One has money in it."
Xia Qiao: "..."
For a time, the entire hall was full of dead silence.
"Eat? Dumplings have to be hot, they won't taste right when they're cold." Lu Wenjuan urged enthusiastically.
Wen Shi and Xie Wen looked at each other, grabbed chopsticks, and took one from the plate. As soon as the two of them moved their chopsticks, Lao Mao was rude, grabbed a dumpling and bit it open on the spot, then gave a "uh" and said, "Fennel, I didn't eat any money."
When I smelled it, I bit it open and glanced at it. It was also fennel, and there was no so-called colorful head.
"It doesn't look like luck." Xie Wen also said something to Lu Wenjuan.
Seeing them eating crisply, Lu Wenjuan was very happy. For a moment, her shoulders slumped, as if she was relieved for some reason.
She pushed the plate forward again and said, "It doesn't matter, there's more, maybe the lottery is in the next one."
I ate very little when I smelled it. It stands to reason that the fennel dumplings should have a strong taste, but the ones in front of me did not have the flavor of fennel. To be precise, it seems that there is no smell at all, as light as chewing wax.
Thanks for asking slowly. Only Lao Mao ate deliciously and snorted, as if he was not in a cage, but sitting on the second floor of Xiping Garden to cook meat.
He was so fast that he killed one plate like a storm and stretched out his chopsticks to the second plate.
I'm afraid something like him has never been seen before, and Lu Wenjuan was stunned. But she quickly regained her senses and turned to look at Xiaqiao: "Why don't you move your chopsticks, isn't it to your taste?"
"It's a pity not to eat such good dumplings..." Lu Wenjuan said exactly the same thing as on TV.
Hearing that, Xia Qiao couldn't hold back his breath.
He almost wanted to say that he had no appetite, and suddenly remembered the long-haired girl on TV who didn't eat dumplings, and the dull sound of the axe...
He immediately shuddered, forked a dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth.
At this point, they finally realized that what was on TV was not a horror movie.
That horse-riding is clearly a scare movie.
As for the so-called Caitou, they didn't see any trace until Lao Mao killed the last dumpling.