En Jin and Gu Meng groped to get out of the bed, and when they passed another bed, the soft hanging curtains on the bed shook twice, and then, a furry head poked out.
Tang Zhi rubbed his eyes, looked at the two sneaky shadows in front of the bed, his clear young voice was a little hoarse: "It's so late, what are you doing?"
"I woke you up? I'm sorry." Gu Meng said in a low voice, and couldn't help but stroke Tang Zhi's soft and messy hair, "There is movement in the courtyard, Enjin and I will go and see, you continue to sleep .”
Tang Zhi lowered his head, clutching the two bed curtains, hanging on them to wake up for a while, then shook his head, looked up at the two people in front of the bed, and said, "I'll go with you."
Just as Tang Zhi was about to lift the curtain and come out, the wooden bed moved again, and after a while another head came out from inside, stacked on top of Tang Zhi's head.
Bo Ye squinted his eyes, his deep and magnetic voice couldn't hide his sleepiness, and said unhappily: "What are you muttering together so late? Why don't you let people sleep?"
"..."
All right, all awake.
Not afraid of disturbing others, Gu Meng simply lit the lotus cup on the table. The bean-like flame gradually filled up, ignited a blue flame, and the air was faint. The faces of the men in the circle above were illuminated.
The four of them got very close, Gu Meng glanced at the others, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you hear the sound in the yard?"
Tang Zhi's almond eyes were still misty, and it was rare to look cute, and he asked, "What's the sound?"
Gu Meng said: "The sound of falling into the water."
Tang Zhi and Bo Ye looked at each other and shook their heads. The green flame illuminated everyone's eyes.
"There may be something in the yard." Gu Meng reminded worriedly, "When you go out, follow closely, be careful."
"Okay." Bo Ye nodded, and said very cooperatively, "If you find nothing in the yard after you go out, Mr. Gu, you are waiting to be beaten to death."
Gu Meng: "..."
Tang Zhi lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, and muttered softly, "It's disgusting to wake people up in the middle of the night."
Gu Meng said: "...you two, get the hell out of here and go to sleep now."
The two wooden doors of the guest room were pushed open with a "squeak", and Gu Meng walked in front with a lotus flower pot in one hand. It was foggy at night in late autumn, and the air was filled with moisture. Before halfway through, a layer of cold dew condensed on everyone's hair. The bean-sized green flame in the lotus cup fluctuates from height to height, as if it could be knocked down by a gust of wind.
Gu Meng walked towards the cloth urn in the northwest corner of the courtyard, passed one cloth drying rack after another, and said, "Wen Lei said that he heard the sound of water falling yesterday, but he thought it was a dream, but now it seems to be true. , maybe... something falls into the water in the yard every night, although I don't know exactly what happened... "
Tang Zhi looked back at a row of guest rooms in the corridor, the windows were all pitch black, and the other players seemed to be fast asleep. He couldn't help asking curiously: "Gu Meng, are you the only one who can hear it? Everyone didn't respond, did you hear it wrong?"
"Probably not, I didn't hear it last night..." Gu Meng walked forward, thinking thoughtfully, "But I had a dream tonight, it was related to water..."
Just as he was talking, Gu Meng came to the cloth boiling vat, the sound of "gurgling" was boiling, and it seemed to be a little different from before, the sound of the water was more dull, as if it was suppressed by something. It felt like the noodles were being boiled well, and an egg was suddenly beaten in it midway, and the sound of water was suppressed.
Gu Meng narrowed her eyes meticulously. Through the white mist and steaming water vapor, she always felt that there was something on the tank mask, so she moved the lamp closer to check. But the big flame was extinguished instantly by an inexplicable gust of wind.
Even so, Gu Meng could clearly see what was in the water tank in the brief light. Taking a deep breath, her heart stopped beating for a few beats, and she couldn't help taking two steps back.
"What's wrong?" Bo Ye noticed Gu Meng's strange behavior and knew that something had happened. He instantly sobered up a lot, became serious, and stepped forward to check the situation.
A gust of wind blew over the house, and the white mist and smoke spontaneously drifted to one side, exposing the extra stuff in the boiling cloth vat. In other words, extra people.
I saw the long black hair floating in the boiling water, and the swollen greenness underneath was exposed between the gaps in the long hair. It was a silky green cloth, swollen by water, and its surface was like an inflated ball, bulging and undulating with the water flow. Just at this moment, a slender wrist belonging to a woman floated to the surface. It was boiled to a fleshy pink color, with a feeling of being overcooked when poked, and it dangled on the surface of the water as if it had no weight.
Even if he didn't see the face, Enjin knew who was in the tank just by looking at the fabric of the clothes that floated up. He tore off the large suit jacket and casually threw it on top of Gu Meng's head, covering Gu Meng's sight.
Enjin stared down at the corpse in the vat, without showing any other superfluous emotions, and said, "Go and wake up everyone else. The second person has appeared."
Wheat has big shoulders and a round waist, with a solid body, holding an iron fork to rake the haystack, and picked the woman's body out of the vat.
The utterly dead woman rolled to the ground, and the water she brought out dripped onto the ground. The surface of the corpse was steaming with hot air from the boiling water. The face and the limbs exposed in the green cheongsam were boiled red, and the long ink-like hair was scattered everywhere, sticking to the face, chest, arms, and the ground wetly, looking extremely terrifying. One of the light green embroidered shoes was missing, and it might still be cooking in the tank.
Almost at the moment when the corpse was turned upside down, a girl in the crowd burst into a mournful cry. The voice cut through the gray mist in the square courtyard, and it sounded sad and horrifying.
The girl's name is Xiaochen, and she usually has the best relationship with the deceased. When she saw her companion die, she felt sad and fearful, and she couldn't help crying.
Because she got up too hastily in the middle of the night, Xiaojia Biyu was still wearing white pajamas, with only a knee-length knitted gown on top. Looking at the dead body on the ground, she covered her nose and mouth with a handkerchief, slightly frowned, and tears flickered in her eyes from fright.
Xiaojia Biyu's voice couldn't help trembling, and she said in fear: "When did she leave the room... We live in the same room, why didn't anyone find out?"
Mo Chunying supported Xiaojiabiyu. Although she was considered a strong character among girls, she still couldn't hide her shock when she saw the tragic scene in front of her. She thought of something, and said intermittently: "I slept in a daze at night... It felt... It felt like someone was walking outside the bed, so I asked through the curtain, but the other party didn't hear clearly what they answered. , and then I knew that someone had walked out... I really didn't think about it that much at the time, I thought it was a dream, but I didn't expect it to be Xiaoqiu... "
"She came out by herself?" Gu Meng frowned and asked, "What can she do when she comes out?"
Wen Lei squatted by the rockery, his clothes folded and his head drooping, his eyes were obviously blue. Because he was afraid of ghosts and ghosts, he didn't fall asleep until very late, and he was awakened by the movement in the yard before falling asleep.
Seeing the second player who died tragically, Wen Lei was eroded by fear and became a little numb. He sighed and said, "It is very likely that he came out by himself." He combed his hair, and his hands were immediately stained with it. The dripping water got wet, although I felt ashamed, but I was honest, "I walked out by myself last night because I was too thirsty to find water, who knows if Xiaoqiu is also planning to come out to do something, and then Hit a ghost."
Enjin has been standing on the side of the crowd, arms folded, observing the surrounding environment. Suddenly, he didn't know what he saw, and walked towards Wen Lei.
"Excuse me." Walking closer, Enjin kicked Wen Lei to the side rudely.
"Why..." Wen Lei, who was squatting on the ground, gave En Jin a strange look. He was obviously shocked by the 2.8-meter aura of the boss. Although he was dissatisfied, he still complained mutteringly about being kicked aside.
Enjin bent down and picked up something from the shadow beside the rockery. Everyone saw that there was a small embroidered shoe in his hand. Light green, exactly the same as Xiaoqiu's other foot, but obviously not soaked in water.
"How did it fall here?" Xiaojia Biyu asked in surprise.
Enjin kicked a few gravels scattered in the shadow with her toes, and said, "It fell when climbing the mountain." The gravels slid down from the rockery, and they should have fallen when they stepped on it.
"..."
After hearing what Enjin said, the others looked at the eight-foot-high rockery behind the cloth cooking vat, and they couldn't believe it.
"You mean..." Wen Lei looked up at the top of the rockery, his protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down quickly, swallowed, and said, "Xiaoqiu climbed up by himself... and then jumped from the top to the water tank inside?"
Enjin nodded.
Peter Pan kept huddling behind Gu Meng and hugged her waist tightly. Hearing this, he raised his head from behind Gu Meng's shoulder and said timidly, "But, why can't she think about it... want to jump down and cook herself?"
Gu Meng thought for a while, and guessed: "I'm bewitched, and my behavior is out of my control."
Enjin put the embroidered shoes on the protruding stones of the rockery, looked at the hazy moon hanging above the eaves of Ding's house, and said indifferently: "Tomorrow, the wooden piles on the river bank will sink one step."
As Enjin said, when they came to the bank of the river the next morning, everyone found that there were still nine graduation lines above the wooden stakes. One less line than yesterday.
On the top of the stake is a thin piece of paper figurine, cut into the outline of Xiaoqiu. On the back of the paper, a long black hair was coiled and glued to it.
Xiaochen couldn't help shedding tears when she saw that hair, and said with a sob: "It should be like what you said, just shave your hair and you'll be fine..."
The others didn't speak either, knowing in their hearts that it had nothing to do with their hair. If the game makes you die, there are various methods.
I didn't have a good rest all night, lack of sleep, and everyone realized that the pace of death was getting closer and closer. So far, I haven't found another way to escape, so I'm inevitably depressed. On the way back, no one spoke much, and walked towards Ding's house in silence.
"I know it's wrong to say this now..." Wen Lei lowered his head, kicked the bluestone streets under his feet, and said hesitantly, "To be honest, if the current trend continues, it won't be true. Only one person can live, right?"
As soon as these words were said, everyone more or less frowned.
Xiaojia Biyu's face froze, she forced a smile, and forced a relaxed way: "Probably not, isn't the game going to drive us all to extinction? Don't be discouraged, there will definitely be a turning point."
Everyone didn't have time to eat breakfast before they came out. Peter Pan took a red bean paste bun from the dining table. After he stuffed the last bite, he thought for a while and nodded confidently, "Hold on everyone, my brother said there is the best solution." , it will be fine."
Gu Meng glanced at the optimistic Pan Peter, couldn't help but reached out and patted the back of the child's head, not knowing what to say for a while.
There must be an optimal solution, but how long will it take to find it? Can they find it? At this moment, these questions hung in my mind.
Back at Ding's house, after an inexperienced breakfast, everyone planned to split up to find Tuji Buzhuang. After all, this is the only clear location right now.
Before going out, Xiaojia Biyu suddenly said that she was not feeling well, and she said with shame on her face: "I really don't live up to it, maybe I caught a cold last night, hey... I can't help you, and I have to drag everyone down. I really feel sorry."
Wen Lei rolled his eyes, leaned forward actively, and said, "I'll stay and take care of Miss Huihui! You can go out at ease, the two of us will be fine in the house."
Being able to rest in the room and spend time with beautiful girls, for Wen Lei, it is a good job that kills two birds with one stone.
Everyone understood what he was thinking, and didn't expect him to be of any help, so they got up from the table and prepared to leave. Peter Pan pouted secretly, and muttered, "I, Peter Pan, are more useful than you..."
However, Xiaojia Biyu didn't appreciate it. She smiled very lightly, her attitude was gentle, but her tone was undeniable and firm, and she said, "No, I can do it myself. Besides, the clues are unknown now, and if one more person helps, there will be more chances of escape." Opportunity. After I rest for a while, if I feel better, I will go out to meet everyone."
Wen Lei heard Xiaojia Biyu's meaning, and hurried down the steps, hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, it's better for Huihui to think about the overall situation. You can rest in the house and don't force yourself when you feel unwell."
After everyone went out one after another, Xiaojia Biyu got up from the hall meanderingly, crossed the threshold, turned right, and walked along the corridor to her guest room. There are dye vats one after another under the corridor, which seem to be scattered in the yard in an orderly manner. The dyes in the vats are of various colors, such as red, moxa green, bright yellow, navy blue...the pigments are so thick that they cannot be melted.
The proprietress of the bean curd stand became the target of public criticism. A large group of people jammed in front of the wooden trolley, like smashing a stall.
The aunt wears a snake-face mask to cover her expression, but she also has a fierce personality from the action of pulling her sleeves. She waved her hand at everyone like a fly, and said impatiently, "What are you doing? Don't get stuck here, stay where it's cool, and get in the way of doing business."
Gu Meng said kindly: "Auntie, just show us the way, or draw a clear map and point out the location of Tuji cloth village."
"Going back and forth to the east of the city will delay me all morning. Don't dare to do business? Huh?" The golden snake's eyes were indifferent. Although they were painted on the rigid wooden mask, they seemed to be full of blood at this moment. Look at people with a bit of emotion.
"Stop talking nonsense."
With a sound of "bang", Bo Ye slapped his palm on the table in front of the proprietress, as if the final decision was made. When looking at the opposite side, the dark eyes are heavy. The whole aura is powerful and handsome.
Everyone finally saw Mr. Bo's domineering side, and only heard his magnetic and steady voice, and said to the lady who sold the bean curd: "Girl, I've contracted this bean curd stall. I'll give you how much you want, and don't let me see it again in the future." Seeing you getting up early and working late at night, setting up stalls regardless of the weather, now take us to Tuji Cloth Village."
Everyone: "..."
It's good to be rich, Mr. Bo is mighty.
"..." The snake-faced proprietress was only absent-minded for two seconds, then she threw down the rag and spread a hand towards Bo Ye, rubbing her fingertips together, and said realistically, "Guest, where's the money?"
“……………”
There was a few seconds of silence around the bean curd stand, and a faint embarrassment spread.
Peter Pan touched his shriveled pocket, and said in a low voice, "Brother Ye, I have no money, and I paid on credit when I came to eat Douhua yesterday."
Bo Ye frowned, gave a "tsk", turned his head and said in a low voice: "Do you still need to remind me?"
Afterwards, Bo Ye withdrew his cool and domineering look, pretended nothing had happened, took a bowl of tofu curds, turned around and walked towards the seat, and said flatly without shame: "Miss Boss, pay on credit."
Everyone: "..."
The acquisition plan just went bankrupt.
The players each held a bowl of fragrant tofu curd, and they didn't pay half the money, but they had the audacity to occupy two tables of the proprietress.
Tang Zhi ate half of it, stirred the bean curd in the bowl, raised his hand and said, "Please have another pot of red beans from last time, thank you, the taste is a bit bland."
"..." Aunt Snake Face was about to make a fuss, and the group of guests didn't want to pay for their bean curd, and even made some aggressive demands, but when she saw Tang Zhi's handsome face, exquisite and beautiful like a porcelain doll, his head After shaking, he swallowed the cursing words again.
After a while, a pot of red beans exuding a sweet fragrance was placed in the middle of the wooden table.
Wen Lei on the other table looked greedy, looked down at his own bowl, then raised his head again and said, "Miss Boss, this table also needs a pot of red beans, thank you."
"There is no basin." The snake-faced aunt said very indifferently.
Everyone: "..."
One sentence can block people to death.
So, sure enough, only cute boys can enjoy preferential treatment.
Taking advantage of the free time of the bean curd stall proprietress, Gu Meng wanted to know as much information as possible about Boss Tu and Miss Ding's family, so she chased after the proprietress and asked non-stop. But for most of the questions, the proprietress was indifferent and perfunctory. Gu Meng understands that those are things that the NPC cannot reveal to the players.
But when asked about the married situation of Boss Tu and Ding Xiang, the proprietress responded. She only heard a half-true sigh, and said: "Poor Boss Tu is an honest and honest person."
Gu Meng's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly asked, "How?"
Not only the proprietress of the bean curd stall, but also the old woman sitting on the stone steps next door selling flowers in a small basket seemed to be activated. The old voice behind the mask buzzed, "Miss Ding... is very flirtatious."
People from another table also gathered around, eating melons in porcelain bowls, urging the two women to speak quickly.
"I heard that after half a year of marriage, Ms. Ding has lived peacefully, staying at her husband's house to take care of family affairs, big and small." The landlady's tone was sarcasm, "But as the days go by, nature can't bear it anymore. The real face is also exposed, maybe it's because I got in touch with the former lovers again, and I often go out secretly during the day..." After speaking, the snake turned his face half a circle, as if scanning the people in front of him, raised his face and hummed, "What can you do by sneaking out while your husband is not at home in broad daylight? You know."
"Oh~~" Everyone made a voice of sudden realization. It's easy for adults to understand. Even Peter Pan nodded seriously, not forgetting to swallow a mouthful of tofu curd with a "Zi Liu".
Wen Lei guessed quietly: "Could it be that this game involves other characters? Want to find Miss Ding's lovers one by one?"
As soon as the words fell, the old flower seller buzzed again: "A big fire... it burned cleanly, it was all burnt."
"What big fire?" Gu Meng asked immediately.
"I haven't been discovered yet." The snake-faced proprietress lowered her voice, as if she felt that this matter was not on the table, and revealed, "The clay figurines are still a little hot, so Boss Tu can't let Miss Ding go outside to embarrass the Tu family. , I don’t know why the news leaked out, didn’t I take a group of people to the inn to catch people that day? In a fit of anger, they burned the guest room.”
"So tough?" Wen Lei was surprised, "Not only captured|raped but also burned down the inn?"
The old woman gave a sinister laugh twice, and said as if she was watching a show: "I'm ashamed..."
"What about after that?" Gu Meng asked.
The proprietress shook her head, turned around while holding the rag, and went to work: "After that, Miss Ding basically didn't even open the door, so she was honest."
Everyone thought to themselves, and became more and more curious about this Miss Ding who lived in other people's mouths, and they each pieced together a version in their hearts.
Mai Mai put down the bowl at this time, her expression looked a little ugly, and she seemed very disappointed.
Pan Peter carefully noticed his emotional changes, and after drinking the remaining bean curd, he put down the bowl and wiped his mouth, and asked concerned: "Brother Xiaomai, what's wrong with you?"
The tough-looking man pursed his lips for a moment of silence before saying, "I remembered my ex-wife."
"..." Everyone subconsciously aimed at his green-dyed crew cut, and contacted Ding Xiang and Boss Tu again...
With a sound of "grunt", swallow the tofu flower, and swallow the saliva.
Mai Mai sat at the table, her shoulders slumped in frustration, and she said directly, "I ran away with the band manager."
Gu Meng said cautiously: "So you... dyed green?"
Mai Mai unconsciously touched the lawn above her head, and said "hmm", "I feel that I can express my feelings better."
Everyone: "..."
Brother, your way of expressing your feelings is quite unique.
Bo Ye lowered his head, thoughtfully, and said with some admiration: "A true warrior dares to face the miserable life."
"..."
Before leaving the bean curd stall, after everyone's hard work, the owner of the tofu stall finally revealed the location of Tuji Buzhuang.
"Just go like this..." The proprietress touched the brine with her fingertips, and put it on the wooden table to draw it back and forth, "Anyway, just go like this, go straight and turn left, it's almost at this location."
Everyone nodded, expressing their understanding, but in fact Mao didn't understand. After the proprietress finished speaking, they all looked at Enjin, hoping for some reaction from the boss.
Enjin looked at the lines scribbled with water stains on the table, it could no longer be called a map, it was quite abstract. Enjin looked at it for a while, tapped the table, and said, "I went here yesterday, it's an alley."
Bo Ye asked: "Is that the cloth shop that disappeared?"
Enjin nodded.
Tang Zhi pondered and muttered: "Rabbit... Boss Tu..."
"That's right here." The snake-faced proprietress waved the rag impatiently, and drove away the customers neatly, "That's all I know, and I've said all I need to say, don't bother me, and pay back the Douhua money when you have time .”
Just when they left in confusion, the old woman sitting on the steps laughed again, and said to herself, "Look carefully, please..."
Many people have heard it.
Gu Meng looked back, always feeling that it was some kind of reminder.
Avoiding the thick fog at noon, the players went to the east of the town to look for the cloth shop again, but unfortunately, the alley was still the deep alley, and there was no trace of the cloth shop. Bo Ye even went into the alley to search, but found nothing except rubbing a lot of limestone on the wall on his sleeves.
The fourth day passed quickly, but things seemed to go nowhere.
People who have been outside for a day return to Ding's house when it gets dark. In the house, the white paper lanterns hung in front of the door and in the corridors were all lit up, emitting a very uncomfortable cold light.
Meals are already prepared on the dining table in the hall. Xiaojia Biyu came out from inside, with both hands in something like a hand warmer, standing at the door with her head slightly tilted to look at the person who came in, with a gentle smile on her face.
"It's really like a virtuous wife waiting for her husband to come back. It makes people look refreshed and doesn't feel tired no matter how tired they are." Wen Lei sighed, then waved to the door excitedly, and raised his voice, "Huihui! I came back."
Xiaojia Biyu widened her smile and became more gentle: "You are back."
When sitting down to eat, Mo Chunying handed Xiaojiabiyu a hot towel and reminded: "Wipe your hands, the side of your wrist... yes, that's right there. Where did you get the dye?"
Xiaojia Biyu wiped off the blue paint on Bai Jing's slender wrist according to the instructions, smiled indifferently, pulled out a round stool and asked Mo Chunying to sit down, and said, "You've worked hard all day, let's eat quickly."
Tang Zhi glanced at the hot towel that Xiaojiabiyu had casually placed on the table, a small ball of navy blue was moistened by the hot air and turned into light blue. His eyes flicked from the towel, focusing on tonight's dishes. Seeing something, without using chopsticks, he raised his chin towards a certain plate and said, "Eat shrimp."
"Okay, got it." Bo Ye wiped his slender and fair hands clean, turned the turntable at an angle, and started peeling shrimp for Tang Zhi.
At night, through the pale window paper, we can see the erratic oil lamps burning in the four guest rooms.
In the frontmost room, the steam was steaming, soaking the lights. At the same time, there was an unhurried sound of "crawling, clattering".
The angle of view penetrates the wall without hindrance, sneaks into the room, and sees a man sitting in a large wooden barrel in the center of the room, amidst the white mist. The outstretched arms rested leisurely on the edge of the barrel, and the tight and beautiful muscles were slightly squeezed between the shoulder blades on both sides. The water droplets rolled on the smooth skin texture, revealing an indescribable sense of desire.
Bo Ye tilted his head back, and he didn't know whether it was water or sweat that fell on his forehead. With his eyes closed, his posture was slack, and he breathed a sigh of relief as if he was very relaxed. It was obvious that taking a bath made him relax physically and mentally.
At this time, the door behind him was pushed open, followed by the sound of closing again, and a graceful figure walked in quietly.
But the light footsteps did not escape Bo Ye's ears, I saw him lightly hooked the corner of his lower lip, and quickly pressed it down again, as if unconscious.
After a while, a cold hand rested on his shoulder.
Bo Ye opened his eyes vigilantly, his shoulders tensed for a moment, and he asked in surprise, "Who?"
Naked | Dew white and tender arms stretched out from Bo Ye's neck, crossed in front of his chest, and a lotus pink short sleeve could be glimpsed out of the corner of his eye.
The person behind seemed to bend down, and approached behind his ear with the cool breath of late autumn.
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Afterwards, Bo Ye heard the clear young voice softly say: "Your uncle..."