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Death knocked on the door early on the third day. Boss Wang fell on the dining table.
After getting up, everyone gathered in the hall to have breakfast like yesterday. The cat-faced old lady came in and out twice with a wooden tray, and filled a table of eight immortals. Into the firewood-flavored white rice porridge, fried dough sticks piled in a basket. Round biscuits are sweet, while long biscuits are salty. Half and a half salted duck eggs are rolled beside the pickled cucumber, and the center part is yellow and oily.
Wen Lei leaned on his chopsticks and faced a table of breakfast, looking sick and listless. Everything he saw was greasy and he had no appetite. Wheat asked him if he wanted tofu nao, Wen Lei saw that tofu nao was still refreshing, so he reluctantly nodded.
When Wen Lei was stirring the tender bean curd in the bowl with a spoon, there was a loud and strange muffled noise on the dining table, and everyone was startled. At the same time, Wen Lei felt something warm splashed on his face, neck and hands. It wasn't purely liquid, there was something slippery and muddy that fell down against the cheek. What he held in his hand seemed to be a bowl of blood bean curd, and the thick blood was mixed with chunks like crushed bean curd brain.
The person who reacted in time looked to Wen Lei's side. Boss Wang in a bright red mandarin jacket sat upright at the table, keeping the posture of holding the bowl, but the whole head split like a watermelon for some reason, and the broken skull scattered like petals of piranhas, leaning on the skin Adhesively hanging from the neck. Blood dripping. The red, white and white brains collapsed softly, and fell to the ground along the edge of the broken bone. Besides that, the neck was oddly crooked, sunken slightly into the shoulders. The picture is both bloody and horrifying.
White rice porridge, deep-fried dough sticks, biscuits... Looking down from the perspective of the hanging beam, half of the table was splashed with dark red blood and crushed white brain kernels, and the delicious food became nauseating.
Xiaojiabiyu's short exclamation broke the silence of the room. She covered her mouth and turned her face away, eyes wide open with horror.
Then, Boss Wang's bloated body fell forward heavily on the table, making a "bang". The remaining broken brains slid out, soaking the salted duck eggs with bright yellow oil.
Looking down from the hanging beam, a dozen people around the table got up and retreated one after another, the camera slowed down, and the costumes of various colors were like colorful petals, rotating and falling from the center.
Half of the breakfast was eaten, and everyone lost their appetite because of this accident. The quiet morning became noisy, whimpering and vomiting one after another, and most people were seized by an unnamed fear.
Wen Lei eagerly wiped the blood stains on his cheeks and body, and when he touched the sticky brains, he scolded and hissed: "What's going on? What the hell is going on..."
None of the remaining dozen or so players could explain clearly. From their point of view, the bloated middle-aged man seemed to explode suddenly, his head was blown out, without any sign or hint.
Gu Meng squatted in the corner, took a few sips of cold water, resisted the churning in her stomach, and looked back at the bloody dining table and the headless corpse lying on it.
"Is it related to the ghost encounter last night?" He then looked up at Enjin and asked.
Last night, everyone was awakened by the screams in the yard. When they came out, they found Wen Lei huddled in the corner of the yard with his head in his arms, and Boss Wang standing on the corridor, staring blankly at the boiling water tank. Wen Lei seemed to have lost his mind and kept chanting "hair" and "hair". Everyone searched around, but couldn't find any hair. After listening to Boss Wang's description, I realized that it must be a ghost.
Enjin held on to a checkered handkerchief and slightly covered her lips, staring at the blown head with her long and narrow eyes, and said after a while, "I received the impact from the top of my head, the skull was crushed, and the troublemaker doesn't need to show up... The way of death is very evil." Then he lowered his eyes to look at Gu Meng, and answered his question, "The ghost that Wen Lei bumped into with him is still alive and kicking, there must be something strange."
"Hey! What do you mean!" Wen Lei yelled with a pale face, "If it's really because of what happened last night, does it mean that the next headshot will be me?!"
Bo Ye leaned against the mahogany pillar, lowered his head, and was wiping the blood stains on his trousers. He said flatly, "Let's say you got shot in the head, there's no use worrying about it now."
"It's still worth getting headshot?!!!" Wen Lei broke down even more, "Brother, if it's not your life, don't you need to cherish it?!"
Taking the handkerchief from Bo Ye's hand, Tang Zhi helped him wipe the little blood, lowered his eyelids and said calmly: "Theoretically, it is like this."
Wen Lei: "..."
This couple is poisonous.
After supporting the pillar to spit out all the bile, Peter Pan's childish face turned pale. The smell of blood in the room became more and more intense. He looked back at the hanging beam above the roof, and quickly glanced at the corpse directly below, resisting the feeling of numbness in his scalp, and said weakly: "It must be the monster made by the female ghost, and I haven't seen it yet." Something was falling, and the head was split off the top, like... like..."
The young boy's association ability has always been rich. After thinking for a while, he continued: "It looks like a walnut that was smashed open by someone pinching his head."
After hearing some key words, Gu Meng, En Jin, Bo Ye and Tang Zhi cast their eyes on Peter Pan at the same time. Peter Pan was embarrassed by the look, scratched the back of his head, knelt down beside Gu Meng, and gently arched him: "Brother, give me some water."
Gu Meng handed him the teapot in her hand.
Enjin pondered for a while, then put down the handkerchief covering her lips and stuffed it into the narrow cuff of the cheongsam, and said, "Let's go to the river to have a look."
They were about to leave when Gu Meng asked, "Boss Wang... what should I do? Just put it in the front hall?"
As if in response to his words, the old woman in the cat-face mask quietly reappeared.
Everyone unconsciously stopped all activities and looked at the silent and strange old man. They saw her stepping on three-inch feet, walking unsteadily to the table, and then grabbed the back collar of the bright red mandarin jacket. The veins in the claws are exposed like dead tree bark, showing an amazing sense of strength. Holding his collar with one hand, the old man dragged Boss Wang's body off the table, and continued to walk out with his three-inch feet, looking relaxed as if he was just dragging an empty sack behind him.
Looking down from the hanging beam, a blood-red trace with rough edges was dragged on the ground, dividing the hall into two symmetrical halves. It's like someone sticking to a thick brush, dipped in vermilion paint, and skillfully dragging out ink marks on the paper.
Gu Meng avoided the bloodstains on the ground, stepped out of the threshold, and followed the old lady's movements.
The old lady didn't go very far, but directly threw the body into the cloth pot under the corridor. The boiling water bubbles immediately turned bloody, and after a while, the water in the tank was dyed red, and the back of the red mandarin jacket floated bulgingly on the mouth of the tank. The strong smell of blood wafted along the mist-pink water vapor, and a faint smell of meat could still be smelled.
Wen Lei saw this scene, and thought of drinking the water in the tank last night, he couldn't help covering his mouth and retching.
Enjin tugged on her coat, and said quietly, "Let's go."
When passing through the Sifang courtyard, a group of people passed between the cloth and the dyeing vat. The dyes in the vat are of various colors, such as red, moxa green, bright yellow, navy blue...the pigments are so thick that they cannot be melted.
The sky in the morning is very gloomy, like a sullen face.
Most of the female players were frightened in the morning and rested in Ding's mansion. Mai Mai was afraid that the girls would not be able to protect themselves if they were in danger, so she took the initiative to stay and take care of them. Only the girl named Mo Chunying followed. Wen Lei had strange things happen one after another, and he was so soft that he could hardly even walk, so he naturally stayed in the house.
When we got to the river, everything seemed like yesterday. Master Crane Face continues to use the spirit of Yugong Yishan to drive piles, full of mechanical indifference.
Gu Meng checked the scale on the wooden stake immediately, and after counting from bottom to top, he unconsciously showed surprise. To ensure that it was correct, he counted from top to bottom again, and then said: "Ten notches."
Tang Zhi raised one eyebrow, and said: "Yesterday it was eleven, today it is ten, so... the stake sank by one space."
Gu Meng looked at the others and said, "Could it be related to Boss Wang's death?"
Bo Ye stood on the shore, put his hands in his trousers pockets, and said thoughtfully: "Things that can produce strength... Players are things that can produce strength. Although I don't know the method, but every time a player is eliminated , the stake will sink one space until finally... "
Pan Peter counted the number of people with his fingers, and compared it with the scale line on the stake, his mind suddenly turned around. He looked at Bo Ye in disbelief, and said in a daze, "Brother, isn't that... twelve players, only one can survive in the end?"
Bo Ye didn't speak, but the sinking eyes when looking at the river said everything.
The river bank fell into silence for a while, except for the non-stop knocking sound, and occasionally there was the whistling sound of the wind in late autumn. Two big bright yellow lanterns appeared at the bottom of the water, shining dimly in the black water, swimming around leisurely. ''
If the player is the driving force for piling, the scale line shows that eleven players need to be sacrificed to sink the wooden pile into the river. There are twelve players participating in this dungeon, and the only survivor can leave the dungeon through the repaired wooden bridge.
Everyone knew in their hearts that this escape required the lives of all members. The living conditions seem harsh and cruel at this moment.
Just when everyone was lost in thought, Enjin raised his chin towards the top of the stake and said in a soft voice, "There is something stuck on it."
"What is it?" Peter Pan stuck his head out while leaning on the railing, and leaned on his toes to look at the top of the stake.
Bo Ye snapped his fingers directly to attract Master Helian's attention, and said with a familiar look: "Master, please take off the things on it and have a look."
Master Crane Face really stopped, tore off the paper-like thing pasted on the top of the wooden post, and handed it to Bo Ye through the fence blocking the road, and said slowly: "Anyway, it's almost used, you can take it away. No problem."
Everyone took the thing and took a closer look. It turned out to be a white paper figure.
"This is... Boss Wang?" Mo Chunying had sharp eyes, and immediately saw that the shape of the paper figurine was somewhat special.
The paper figurines are exquisitely cut, as if they were made in one go with a scissor. The body is slightly fat, and the outline seems to be covered with a long gown. On the round head, a peach point is drawn with pen and ink, and the abstract eyes, nose and mouth are below. The representative must be Boss Wang.
"Hair is still stuck on it." Gu Meng pointed to a thick short hair stuck on the back of the paper and reminded.
Enjin understood, and looked away from the paper figurine, looked at the stake again, and said, "Evil magic."
The others looked at him, waiting for an explanation.
"In the Hebrew Bible, there is a strongman Samson who is extremely powerful. He once revealed to his mistress that if his head is shaved off, his strength will run away and he will be as weak as an ordinary person. Later, Samson's The enemy took advantage of this weakness to capture him." Enjin looked at the stake in a daze, and said to others, "Whether it is the East or the West, in many cultures, hair is often endowed with abstract meanings and has become a A symbol of human strength and soul. The so-called thing that the master can help produce strength actually refers to the player's hair."
"Mr. En." Bo Ye said, "Why do you know everything?"
Enjin stood with her arms folded, and said, "Read more and talk less, you can do it too."
Bo Ye glanced at him, and said lightly: "...do you want to put your arms around your waist for a while?"
But you can screw yourself up.
Gu Meng thought for a while, then asked Master Crane Face, "Master, who gave you the paper figure?"
"As soon as I came here early in the morning, I saw this piece of paper stuck here." Master Crane Face swung his arms and turned his shoulders, his voice sounded more relaxed than the previous two days, "I feel that I am in a very good state today, even working They're stronger than usual."
The master's words verified everyone's conjecture. It seems that the progress of bridge repair depends on the speed of the player's death.
Peter Pan muttered softly: "Boss Wang was actually smashed by a hammer... like a wooden stake."
Although they knew the important clues, everyone's mood was heavier than when they came. I am most afraid of encountering this kind of life and death situation where only one person can survive.
Walking on the Qingshiban street, Bo Ye took Tang Zhi's hand and fell behind the crowd, chatting, "Candi, are you afraid?"
Tang Zhi lowered his head to look at the road under his feet, shook his head, then nodded honestly, and lightly shook the hands they held together: "Although we have made an agreement that we will not abandon each other, death is also It’s a form of parting, or the one that is the most powerless to change. I will sink into the darkness forever, and I will never see my favorite Bo Ye again. Just imagining it will make me feel very sad... "
As he said that, Tang Zhi raised his head, turned his face to look at the tall man beside him, his clear eyes were slightly bent, as if nesting in a spring pool, and he said: "I'm ready to live with you till the end One hundred years of preparation, in case of any misfortune, I always feel that life is too short, and the time with you is even shorter. I feel afraid because of this feeling. Bo Ye, I want more More, I don’t want eternity, but I don’t want it to end like this.”
Bo Ye looked at his frank and almost cute lover, and his heart was filled with soft emotions. "It's going crazy..."
He couldn't help rubbing Tang Zhi's face, and said comfortingly: "So far, many clues have not been developed. There must be other ways to cross the bridge. It won't end like this."
As if to reassure Tang Zhi, or to verify his conjecture, Bo Ye called out to the front: "Teacher Gu."
"Huh?" Gu Meng looked back while walking.
"There will be an optimal solution this time, right?" Bo Ye asked him with a light smile.
Gu Meng's eyes fell downwards, and then quickly lifted up, looked at Bo Ye and Tang Zhi behind, and said as promised: "Yes."
He turned his head and looked ahead: "I said yes, so don't worry."
Breakfast was interrupted in the middle of it. In the middle of the morning, although everyone had no appetite, they were really hungry. They were afraid of seeing blood when they went back, and they couldn't eat any more, so they randomly found a place to eat two streets away from Ding's house.
He has no money on him, so he can only brush his face. Naturally, this kind of thing is left to the commander-in-chief Bi Bo Ye.
Gu Meng and the others were sitting at a simple table by the street, watching Bo Ye make out with that aunt wearing a snake mask.
"There is something I wanted to say yesterday. I don't know if you have noticed..." Gu Meng looked around the bustling market. People walking on the street and sitting in the shop were wearing all kinds of clothes without exception. mask, he said, "There are no young girls in this ancient town."
After being reminded by him, the others were stunned for a moment, and then looked at the pedestrians around them.
Peter Pan scratched the back of his head while looking at it, and "hissed" strangely: "Brother, don't tell me, it's true, it seems to be all men at first glance."
Although they all wear masks and can't see their faces clearly, they can easily identify gender through clothing.
Mo Chunying couldn't help touching her face, and said, "From yesterday to today, I really haven't met someone my age."
"Except for men are aunts and aunts." Enjin tilted her head, looked lazily at the passers-by on the street, and said, "Also, like the old lady in Ding's house, fresh cucumber big girls are indeed rare." He turned to look forward, with a slight impatience in his soft voice, "Is Bo Ye still not well? Why are you talking so much with the aunt? My baby is about to be born."
Gu Meng looked at him and said, "... just bear with me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bo Ye came over with two bowls. He put a large porcelain white bowl in front of Tang Zhi, and one in front of himself, and sat down. He took out two spoons from the bamboo tube, poured hot tea, and said calmly, "Auntie only gave this."
Everyone saw that the bowl contained Bai Shengsheng's bean curd.
"Ah..." Pan Peter sighed in disappointment with a complicated look on his face. He rubbed his belly and said, "Brother Ye, is there nothing else? This is too much..."
Even with a glutton like Pan Peter, seeing Douhua makes him sick to his stomach. The main reason is that the scene of Boss Wang’s headshot in the morning was too impactful, but now seeing the white and slippery Du Douhua can remind me of brains.
"If you don't give money, you still ask for so much." Bo Ye shook off the water stains on the spoon, gave Tang Zhi one, and said to Peter Pan by the way, "If you can't bear it, wait for lunch."
Peter Pan's stomach growled twice in response to the occasion, he swallowed and said nothing.
The proprietress brought up the remaining bowls of bean curd one after another. Finally, she put a big pot of red beans in the middle of the table, and said generously, "Please, don't say I'm stingy when the time comes."
"Thank you." Just as Bo Ye was about to start, he suddenly thought of a question, looked at the proprietress and asked, "Madam proprietress, I don't know if you have heard of Miss Ding, whose name is Ding Xiang."
The proprietress wore a snake-face mask, her gold-painted eyeballs looked indifferent, and a bright red letter protruded from her lips. She folded the tattered dishcloth twice, and said in a strange way: "Of course I know, everyone in the town doesn't know her."
Enjin sensed the gossip with his intuition. He stopped pouring the bean curd in the bowl, looked at the snake-faced proprietress, and said with a light smile, "Why? Miss Lilac is so famous?"
"That's not it." The proprietress turned sideways slightly, changed her legs and stood her center of gravity, and said in a low voice, "Showing your face all day long, going to restaurants with the bosses, going to the theater to listen to plays, it's called business entertainment. But everyone knows what kind of business they are doing in private. The Ding family's fabric business is doing well in her hands, but she also disgraced the Ding family's elders."
Mo Chunying frowned sensitively, looking at what she wanted to say, but in the end she chose to remain silent.
"She still socializes a lot now?" Gu Meng recalled what Ding's family servant said, "I heard that after marriage, Miss Ding's family doesn't care much about business matters anymore."
"Yes, yes, yes." The proprietress slapped Gu Meng's hand, signaling him to be calm, and continued, "After getting married a few years ago, I have become more settled, and I seldom go out and walk around."
"Who did you marry?" Gu Meng asked.
The proprietress replied: "Boss Tu from Tuji Buzhuang in the east of the town."
Gu Meng continued to ask: "Do you know where I can find Miss Ding?"
The lady proprietress scratched her forehead, "Well" for a long time, and replied: "I really don't know, if you really want to find her, I advise you to try your luck at Tuji Cloth House. Boss Tu's house is behind the cloth house."
Tang Zhi scooped a large spoonful of red beans and mixed them into the bean curd, muttering silently: "The NPC has released a new mission location..."
The proprietress wiped her hands on the printed apron. Seeing that there was nothing wrong, she was ready to go to work: "Eat slowly, don't forget to bring money next time."
Peter Pan wanted to say that next time he didn't have any money, and the game didn't prepare any money for them.
A group of people planned to go eastward according to the instructions of the owner of the bean curd stall, to find the legendary Tuji Cloth Village, but around noon, there was heavy fog, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road.
Considering that there was no one to ask for directions on the way, or that he fell behind in the fog and bumped into the woman in white who was holding an umbrella yesterday, Gu Meng suggested going back at noon. Now that there is a target location, there is no rush for this moment.
Others agree that the main reason is that they are afraid of meeting unclean things if they get separated.
Back in the Ding family compound, the hall has been cleaned up, the red blood and white brains are gone on the table and the ground, and even the water in the cloth pot in the northwest corner is clear again.
Xiaojia Biyu had just finished her lunch, when she saw Gu Meng walk into the hall, she showed a gentle smile with relief, and said, "Brother, you are finally back, and you are still worried that something happened outside. Leave it to you After dinner, come and sit down."
Saying that, Xiaojiabiyu stood up and opened the upside-down bamboo basket on the table. Inside was a bowl of fried rice with eggs, and there was still a hot air with the smell of chopped green onion.
Bo Ye said "tsk tsk" twice, not thinking it was a big deal, and said, "Sister, why is only Teacher Gu able to enjoy this treatment?"
Xiaojiabiyu smiled shyly and didn't explain too much, but the meaning was already very obvious. She greeted Gu Meng earnestly, and said, "Eat it before it's cold."
Gu Meng felt uncomfortable, and subconsciously looked at Enjin. Enjin noticed his eyes, raised the corners of her lips slightly, and said in a soft voice: "Go, Mr. Gu, you will be cold if you dare to eat."
Gu Meng: "..."
Dare not dare.
I have never dared to eat fried rice with eggs in my life.
At this time, Wen Lei happened to come in through the side door, and from his slightly swollen eyes, it could be seen that he had been sleeping all morning. It may be that I have rested and my spirit has recovered, and I look much better than in the morning.
He saw a bowl of fried rice with eggs on the table, touched his stomach and sat down politely, pulled out a pair of chopsticks, and said, "Thank you, Huihui, I just happened to be hungry, and please leave me a bowl of rice. The girl is so virtuous."
Xiaojiabiyu kept her smiling face unchanged, but looked a little stiff under closer inspection. After that, she didn't say anything, sat down at the table again, and shrugged her shoulders towards Gu Meng.
Gu Meng only felt that Wen Lei's appearance was too timely.
When everyone was about to go back to the room, Wen Lei secretly gave a "hmm" in confusion, frowned, and then pulled out a long and thin strand of hair from his mouth. He threw his hair to the ground in disgust, and said, "Next time, I have to remind the old lady to pay attention to her hygiene."
Wen Lei continued to stuff fried rice with eggs into his mouth, stuffed and stuffed, his expression became more and more wrong, he stopped chewing slowly, as if trying to identify what was in his mouth. After a while, his face suddenly turned red, he immediately threw the chopsticks, and pulled out a long and thin hair from his mouth...
one. two. three. wisp of...
The other people in the hall gradually realized the problem. They looked at Wen Lei who kept pulling out his long hair from his mouth, and then at the bowl of fried rice with eggs. The rice is very clean, and besides, it is impossible not to hide a lot of hair.
"Wen Lei..." Pan Peter said in fear, "Did you eat anything?"
The hair Wen Lei pulled out of his mouth could no longer be measured by "roots", and gradually turned into a small bundle. No matter how hard he pulled it out, he couldn't pull it out cleanly, so he had to give up in the end. Because his throat was blocked by the long hair, his face turned purple from suffocation, his whole body was arched in pain, and his hands were pinching his neck, as if he was about to suffocate.
"Ah!!!" Xiaojia Biyu covered her mouth with an exclamation, and hurriedly got up from the chair and retreated to the wall.
Gu Meng stepped forward and slapped Wen Lei's back with a palm, causing a muffled sound from his back. Wen Lei vomited twice, and finally spat out a large mass of jet-black hair from his throat. The amount piled up on the ground was astonishing, as if he had cut the long braids of more than a dozen big girls. It's hard to imagine this pile of hair gushing from the slender throat.
"What's wrong with him?" Mo Chun timidly shrank by the door, not wanting to get close to the hair in the middle of the hall.
Gu Meng remembered the details of the ghost encounter that Wen Lei said last night, and asked him, "What's going on?"
Wen Lei's face slowly turned from red and purple to pale, and he leaned back weakly on the back of the chair, wiped his mouth, and said, "I was too thirsty last night, and I didn't bother to go to the kitchen, so I drank the pot from the courtyard boiled cloth. After drinking the water, all the water in the tank will turn into long hair, who would have thought it would be like this... "
Gu Meng didn't know what to say, so she could only pat Wen Lei on the shoulder and said, "Let's be less deadly in the future."
In the afternoon, while the others were still resting in their rooms, Gu Meng and En Jin, Bo Ye and Tang Zhi, these two couples found Miss Ding Xiang's room in the Ding family mansion. Because they didn't have time to go to the eldest lady's husband's house, that is, Tuji cloth village, they planned to start looking for it from the young lady's boudoir. It is not necessary to find anything, but I just want to know the basic situation of Miss Ding that the townspeople say.
Ding Xiang's room was nothing special, the layout was similar to other rooms in the house, except that there was an old hand sewing machine in the corner, which had fallen into dust. Next to it is the half-finished embroidery, which collapsed between the wooden frames, and needles and threads are placed randomly on top of the embroidery, as if the owner just left temporarily and will return at any time.
Gu Meng looked at only half of the embroidery, and completed what should be a lifelike landscape painting, guessing: "This should be embroidered by Ms. Ding. It seems that she is not only good at business, but also very good at embroidery."
In front of the dressing table, Bo Ye flipped through the drawers, and said, "There are not many cosmetics here, but there are a few account books." He picked up one and flipped through it, unable to understand the dense numbers, "Miss Ding should be married before she gets married." I don't like to dress up very much... I thought that a courtesan would look gorgeous every day when she goes out."
Tang Zhi fiddled with a pot of withered flowers on the windowsill. There was only one bare branch left of the flower, and the original species could not be seen.
Enjin finally opened the closet, and when she saw the clothes hanging in it, her eyes lit up unconsciously. He casually took out a cheongsam and looked it over carefully, and found that both the design of the clothes and the embroidery on the clothes were exquisite, which looked like advanced customization.
I checked the size of the dress visually, and it belongs to a petite woman. Enjin secretly regretted that if it wasn't for the size difference, he would have wanted to try it on.
He checked the clothes and found a flower-shaped embroidery on the inside of the cuffs. The petals were narrow and dense, which looked like chrysanthemums. Embroidered in this position is like a certain brand logo, low-key and special.
Enjin went through several other clothes one after another, and found flower-shaped logos in different positions.
"Did you find anything?" Gu Meng asked curiously after seeing En Jin standing in front of the closet for a long time, followed by her.
Enjin raised her head to look at the clothes in the closet, and said thoughtfully, "I was just thinking, who made these clothes..."
Seeing the embroidery on the cheongsam in his hand, Gu Meng frowned, and said, "This embroidery looks familiar, I feel like I've seen it somewhere before."
After thinking for a long time, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He lifted a corner of his suit jacket, pointed at it and said, "Look, is it exactly the same as this one?"
Enjin took a look and knew that the two were the same, and added: "It's still made by the same person."
At this moment, Tang Zhi came over, looked at the embroidery on the cheongsam, and at the corner of Gu Meng's jacket, and said, "So Miss Ding's clothes were also bought from the cloth shop when she first entered the dungeon?"
"It's not necessarily bought." Bo Ye sat leaning against the dressing table, flipping through a booklet, and said casually, "It's also possible that Miss Ding made it herself."
"How do you know?" Gu Meng looked sideways at him.
Bo Ye turned over the brochure in his hand and showed them that different styles of clothing were drawn on it, just like a designer's sketch. He pointed to the signature in the lower right corner, and said, "It was left by Lilac."
"Then my dress..." Gu Meng was uncertain, "Is it also made of Lilac?"
Bo Ye nodded.
Gu Meng immediately thought of the shopkeeper wearing a rabbit mask and two bright red balls on the double clip at the beginning, and couldn't help but wonder: "Why did Lilac's clothes appear in the model room of the cloth shop?"
"That cloth shop might be a customer of Ding's family." Bo Ye said, "Maybe I have to go back to that store again... I need to find out everything related to Miss Ding's family."
Gu Meng looked at the other three men and said, "Do you also have this chrysanthemum embroidery logo on your clothes?"
Tang Zhi lowered his head and rummaged around on his clothes, muttering, "I never noticed it, let me look for it first..."
Gu Meng walked towards him and said, "Take off your coat, I'll help you find it together."
Bo Ye also began to look for special embroidery on the clothes.
So when Peter Pan came to find him, he pushed open the door, and what he saw was the scene of four handsome men in disheveled clothes.
"..."
Pan Peter stood stiffly at the door, in a dilemma, feeling very excited in his heart.
I saw Gu Meng lift up Tang Zhi's shirt hem, and a white and thin waist could be seen in the sunlight. Enjin stood behind Bo Ye, opened his trouser waist to reveal a shallow gap, lowered his head to look inside, and didn't know what he was looking at...
Hearing the movement at the door, the four of them looked over and saw that it was Peter Pan, so they didn't pay much attention and continued to check the details on each other's clothes.
Gu Meng finally found the white chrysanthemum embroidery on the corner of Tang Zhi's shirt, because it was the same color as the fabric, so it was easily overlooked.
Bo Ye asked En Jin behind him: "Have you found it?"
Enjin stretched the waistband of his trousers at the back, and found that there was a lake blue embroidery on the inside of the waistband. Just like the one on Gu Meng's clothes, the embroidery is in the shape of a chrysanthemum.
"Hmm," he said.
Bo Ye turned his head slightly and asked, "What did you see?"
Enjin looked into his trousers with her head hooked, stroked the embroidery on the edge of the trouser waist, and said, "Chrysanthemum."
Peter Pan: "!!!"
The little boy was startled, and felt that such a conversation was really bad.
The author has something to say:
Thanks to Jing Keke for the two mines~
I really have something to do recently, so I haven't updated it, I am very sorry.