In addition to the watery-eyed doll, there is also the shadow of Xie Wen in the mirror.
The figure was very vague, not to mention the facial features, and even the long and short hair could not be seen clearly. Like a tall, pale person standing somewhere near and far.
For a moment, when I smelled it, I felt that this scene seemed familiar.
He seems to have seen such a person before, standing barefoot under the faint light of the sky, looking down at the river of blood under his feet, and holding the loose snow-white robe...
But then he remembered the scene a long time ago in some handwritten book or possibly some old painting. It's been too long to remember.
"Tuk Tuk Tuk."
The mirror made three soft clicks.
He blinked his eyes when he smelled it, and instantly returned to his senses.
In the mirror, Xie Wen's blurred image bent down, looked at the doll that was too short for him, and asked, "Don't speak? Are you really mad?"
Wen Shi: "You stand up straight and talk."
Xie asked: "There is a little difference in height when you stand up straight. Your necks are affected, and my eyes are also tired."
When smelling: "… "
If you don't give a fuck about differential treatment, there is no such difference in height, and everyone doesn't need to be tired.
He looked at Xie Wen's leg coldly, and felt that his temper was particularly bad today, and the thousand years of practice had fallen into the hands of this man.
Xie Wen was still in a reasonable tone: "I didn't mean to tease you, there is not a single photo displayed in this house, there are very few mirrors, there is one side in the bathroom, one side here, and one side at the head of the old man's bed. Yes. If they are all in the mirror, the range of movement is pitifully small."
He paused and smiled again: "I won't be able to see anything by then, don't I have to blame me?"
Xia Qiao recovered from the shock and agreed, "Yes, it makes sense."
When smelling: "… "
He wanted to turn his head to warn the renegade fool, but the doll couldn't do the action of "turning back" and twisted his whole body once.
Xia Qiao was stunned by him, and said cautiously after a while, "Brother Wen, your posture is a bit cute."
The person in the mirror may have choked and coughed.
When I smelled it, I closed my eyes, thinking about taking care of these two idiots and writing my name upside down.
He ignored him, and the living room returned to silence.
Xia Qiao just felt that the atmosphere was quite relaxed and not scary at all, but after a few seconds of silence, the silent sense of fear climbed up his back again.
The doll was leaning against the door of the old man when he smelled it, motionless.
The figure in the mirror did not disappear, just stood there silently. Because it is too high, from Xiaqiao's point of view, it doesn't even look like standing, but more like hanging there.
Xia Qiao suddenly had an illusion, as if Wen Shi and Xie Wen were not there at all, and he was the only one in this room from beginning to end. The doll by the door was taken by him, and it is lifeless. I don't know who is in the mirror, white clothes are dragging on the ground, staring at him blankly.
He recited in his heart, "This is Xie Wen, this is Xie Wen, this is Xie Wen", "He is watching Brother Wen didn't look at me, didn't look at me, didn't look at me".
After a long time, he raised his head carefully, but met the eyes of the person in the mirror.
When smelling, he pulled two strings from his overalls, wrapped them around his hands, and was trying to use the strings to open the door.
The doll's movements were really difficult to control. It took him a while to unlock the lock when he heard Xia Qiao whimper very low.
When smelling: "… "
He had a bit of a headache, and after holding back, he asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Xia Qiao was embarrassed to say that he was frightened by the brain supplement, and he hesitated: "I, I remember a lot of nightmares I had when I was a child, and there are also dolls and mirrors."
When smelling: "… "
He has never had nightmares of this style, nor has he had the patience to comfort the kid. He wrapped the thread around his hand again, taut it and pulled it gently, and the old room door opened with a creak.
"Shh." Wen Shi didn't look back, motioning him to keep quiet.
Although Xia Qiao was cowardly but obedient, he closed his mouth immediately, and even the choking sound disappeared.
Wen Shi waved his hands behind his back and took the lead into the room.
The doll's angle of view is very short, and the whole room cannot be seen when entering the door. All I could see was a big bed of the same old style, the bedding was bulging, and the old man should be asleep.
There is a bedside table by the door. As Xie Wen said, there is an oval mirror, which is slightly larger than the palm of the hand, which was popular in the early 1990s.
When he heard the door, he closed the door, and out of the corner of his eye caught sight of a face flashing across the oval mirror. It was estimated that Xie Wen had entered.
He was very sensitive to eyes, and although he couldn't see Xie Wen's expression clearly, he could feel Xie Wen in the mirror giving him a look to the side of the room.
Inside
What's on the inside
Wen Shi looked in that direction, the bed blocked most of his vision, and he could only see one corner—there should be an old-fashioned desk by the window, the kind with vertical rows of drawers on both sides, and one of the drawers had a lock on it.
When you smell it, you lift your foot and touch it there. Xia Qiao grabbed him from behind.
"Why?" He asked in a breath.
"Do you want to go in?" Xia Qiao didn't dare to make a sound, he only dared to use his breath, so he shivered.
"There's a lock there."
"What's wrong with the lock?"
"In the cage, what is locked must be very important." Wen Shi said.
"why?"
"Because this is the subconscious of the cage owner, and the subconscious does not forget what is hidden, what do you think?" Wen Shi asked angrily.
In many cases, finding the locked place means that the cage is not far away.
When I smelled it, I walked along the end of the bed and quietly approached there.
He finally felt the benefits of the doll, it could move around, it wouldn't break or break, and because its body was soft, it wouldn't leave footsteps.
Thinking of this, he was in a much better mood, and felt that Xie Wen's words were somewhat reasonable.
Before he got to the table, he used the thread in his hand when he smelled it.
When a thread falls into the hands of a powerful puppet master, a lot of things can be done with just a touch of a finger. The current effect of smelling is a bit discounted, but it is also a good tool.
Seeing that the other end of the thread was wrapped around the lock, when I smelled it, I pulled it again, and the thread got into the lock hole.
Just when he finally moved to the desk and was about to take the lock off, out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the shadow beside the desk.
The curtains of the room were open, and the dim, blue-white moonlight slanted in. When smelling, there were several shadows falling on the place beside him—the desk, the window pane, the two ragdolls of him and Xia Qiao...
Whose is the extra one
Wen Shi suddenly raised his head and saw the little boy standing beside him with an expressionless face, holding an awl high in his hand.
That awl was still lying on the table of the Eight Immortals in the living room in the afternoon. It was originally used to drill holes for the puppets. In the puppet master's words, it was called the Gouling Awl. It's so sharp that it's not a problem to pierce a person.
The little boy's black and hollow eyes didn't turn, he stared straight at Wen Shi, the awl was hanging above, and the sharpest point was facing Wen Shi's eyes.
Just as the awl was about to fall, he squeezed the rope wrapped around his hand when he smelled it, and yanked it violently.
"Crack—" There was a sound not far away, as if something suddenly fell.
The little boy's attention was distracted, his eyes slowly turned to one side, and he stared at the bedside table.
At the same time, the rope in Wen Shi's hand with a copper lock was thrown over and smashed heavily on the back of the little boy. The little boy groaned, his pupils suddenly spread out, and the whole person collapsed to the ground, but the next second he jumped up again.
He didn't care about anything else when he heard it, he pushed Xiaqiao and said solemnly, "Run!"
He made a dangerous detour by himself, and threw himself into the old man's bed. The little boy was obviously more interested in him, and he followed up.
Wen Shi ran and turned over, avoiding the little boy's hand.
I touched him with my fingers several times, and he escaped in a thrilling way, and went straight upstairs.
"I'm going to catch you soon." The little boy kept repeating this sentence, lingering and chasing after him.
It wasn't until the chandelier on the second floor suddenly broke and smashed down, which blocked the other party's steps.
Wen Shi took the opportunity, rushed into the top cabinet of the utility room, and hung him up amidst Xia Qiao's wailing. The scene was chaotic and embarrassing.
Amid the noise, all the rooms on the second floor, including the doors of the utility room, slammed shut and were tightly shut.
This time there was a lot of movement, not to mention Xia Qiao, even when he heard it, he was a little stunned.
But they didn't make a sound, quietly nestled in the cupboard, listening carefully to the movement outside through the closed door.
Fragments of the chandelier rolled down the stairs, and the little boy's footsteps were caught in the middle, and he went upstairs around the chandelier. From far to near, he stopped at the door of the utility room.
Then the door lock was pulled twice and rattled.
The door was kicked a few times, but it couldn't be opened.
After a while, the little boy finally gave up and went to several other rooms.
When I smelled it, I heard the tearing of the fabric, accompanied by the repeated repetition of "I found you", "I will find you soon" and "I will definitely find you".
Eerie creepy.
After a long time, the tearing sound stopped.
The little boy went back to the bedroom, the door closed with a creak, and the whole second floor returned to silence, as if nothing happened just now.
When he smelled it, he relaxed and felt a little sore in his hand. He wanted to move his soft muscles and bones, but found that he was holding something in his arms.
He looked down...
Face to face with Xie Wen in the mirror.
When smelling: "… "
"Don't move." Xie Wen's vague outline disappeared from the mirror, but his voice was still close at hand, "Your position is a little high, and the mirror is easy to fall."
Maybe it was because the utility room was too small, it sounded like... He was not actually huddled in a small mirror, but in the void, standing beside Wen Shi, talking to someone with his head down.
He was silent for a moment when he heard it, probably because of his rebellious psychology. He grabbed the mirror and held out his hand without a word, like a silent shock and threat—
As long as he threw his hand, the mirror would fall to pieces.
Xie Wen was not annoyed, and persuaded: "There are only three sides in the house. If they are broken, they cannot be repaired."
He stared at the mirror when he smelled: "Why are you in my hands?"
He almost blurted out "in his arms", and felt that it was not quite right, so he just turned a corner.
"You caught it when you fled in embarrassment." Xie asked.
fart.
Wen Shi said coldly, "What am I doing with you?"
Xie Wen laughed: "How do I know."
He thought about it and commented, "It's quite loyal."
Xia Qiao was so frightened this time that he didn't dare to move or interrupt. But he didn't know why, when he heard Xie Wen's tone of speech, he always felt like a superior person, as if the words were incomplete.
If it was complete, it would probably have to add a "good boy" after it.
Xia Qiao put this sudden brain supplement on his brother Wen, and shivered with fright, feeling that his brain might be broken.
He quickly changed the subject and said, "You scared me to death just now! This big escape is exactly like the messy nightmare I had when I was a child. Fortunately, Brother Wen, you dropped the chandelier, otherwise—"
Think about the tearing noises just now, the ghost knows what they will become.
However, he secretly frowned when he smelled: "Did I make the chandelier?"
"Yeah." Xia Qiao said, "I saw you flick your hand when you were running forward, the rope went up, and then the chandelier fell."
He was a little suspicious when he heard it.
Xie Wen followed closely: "I saw it too, and my skills are not bad."
When smelling: "… "
Maybe it was too chaotic just now. It really reminded him that he couldn't remember what he had pulled to block the little boy's way. The bag didn't include the chandelier.
Maybe I haven't worked for a long time, I smelled paralyzed and thought: This time everything is dreamy, it's better to go out early.