The light boat went down the river, and the four of them left Orchid Island in twos.
"that."
The female white-collar worker bit her lip, and after a long hesitation, she still walked towards the mixed-race man.
"... Tell me," she whispered to the mixed-race man, "those two people..."
"What happened to those two people?"
The half-race man sitting on the side of the boat turned around.
The female white-collar worker glanced at the cruise ship next door, as if she was afraid that they would find them, and lowered her voice: "If the other two paintings have not been completed after we go back...should we follow them?"
Mixed race man: ...
"Although I feel that they are very reliable, but I don't know why, I always feel that there is a terrifying aura about them..."
Thinking of the pool of corpses in the lake, the female white-collar worker grabbed her arm uneasily: "Do you think they are good people or bad people?"
Mixed race man: ...
"That pile of corpses should be the wandering corpses at the bottom of the lake."
Although he didn't know the truth about Chu Tianshu's release of the corpses at the bottom of the lake, the mixed-race man still gave his own explanation: "He must have accidentally blown up the bottom of the lake while solving the problem, so that all the corpses were released." They all floated up..."
"nice weather today."
On the other boat, Chu Tianshu was sitting on the bow, humming. Lin Huai sat next to him, staring at the lake.
"What are you doing?" Chu Tianshu asked, "Haven't you given up on your fishing career?"
Lin Huai nodded.
"The previous plan to fish with fingers failed." Lin Huai said, "But I have found a new substitute..."
On the boat of the half-breed man.
"... They should just look scary." The mixed-race man said impartially, "In fact, since they came to the island, they have been doing things that are beneficial to us."
"That's right." The female white-collar worker nodded, "We must have misunderstood them..."
As she said that, she turned her head to look at the other party's boat, her eyes were full of water: "It is thanks to their help that we survived. In fact, I always feel that they should be good people with very warm hearts..."
The next moment, she petrified in place.
Lin Huai, whom she regarded as a good person, took out a human hand from the package!
Female white-collar worker: ...
"What are you doing with the hands of other people's ghosts?"
"Fishing." Lin Huai said, "I suspect that the number of ghosts caught by fingers is not enough, because the meat is too small..."
Chu Tianshu: "...don't keep bringing strange dirty things to yourself!! Give it to me!!"
Female white-collar worker: ...
In her vision, the two people on the next boat were fighting for a hand. They quarreled with each other, all seeming to be desperate for the prize.
The mixed-race man who also saw this scene: ...
"I think we have misunderstood them again." The female white-collar worker said with a blank look.
"Yes." The mixed-race man said with a blank look.
The boat of friendship floats along the river. Chu Tianshu finally managed to stop Lin Huai's auspicious behavior before disembarking.
"If you continue like this, I will call the police."
When Chu Tianshu jumped off the boat first, he had a headache and angrily sent an alarm to Lin Huai. Then, he stretched out his hand to Lin Huai who was still on the boat with a displeased expression on his face: "Here."
Lin Huai: ...
Although he looked gloomy, he still handed over the ghost hand to Chu Tianshu.
Chu Tianshu: "... I didn't ask you to take this hand, I asked you to take your own."
Lin Huai: "Oh."
He put his hand in the palm of Chu Tianshu, and Chu Tianshu dragged him up from the boat. In the distance, the mixed-race man and the white-collar woman stared at them, not daring to approach them.
When they returned to the Huxin Pavilion, after the first painting, the second painting finally had content.
On the drawing paper, there is a piece of ink bluegrass, blooming between the sky and the earth. Among the orchid grasses, there is a faint figure of a girl in white, smiling.
The second painting has been completed, but the third and fourth paintings are still blank. The mixed-race man thought for a while, and said to Lin Chu and the two of them, "Bai Ling and I will go to the fourth painting, and you will go to the third painting?"
Chu Tianshu looked at Lin Huai, Lin Huai made a "don't care" expression and nodded.
"Are you sure?" Chu Tianshu turned to the mixed-race man and asked.
The mixed-race man suddenly felt uncomfortable: "You look down on me?"
"You don't care about them." Lin Huai shrugged, "They can go if they want, and we will go by ourselves. It's okay if the painting is not finished, just don't accidentally give away the head."
Mixed race man: ...
"Do you think I'm weak?" The mixed-race man frowned, "I'm just...!"
He was sullen in his heart, but the mixed-race man understood that he, who almost died in Lan Hua just now, didn't have the capital to question the other party. So he closed his eyes and said to the female white-collar worker, "Let's go."
The female white-collar worker had no idea and just followed him. When the two were about to board the boat, the mixed-race man suddenly turned his head and said to the two, "My name is Fu..."
Lin Huai blocked her ears: "Don't listen, don't listen."
The mixed-race man: "...what do you mean by your resisting look?!"
"I don't want the dead person's name to occupy my brain capacity." Lin Huai's eyes were blank, "This kind of behavior of introducing one's name before death is too similar to the flag that the author would set for the number of words in the infinite flow novel. If you After introducing your name, enter the cabin, kiss the pendant on your neck given by your girlfriend, and then say "I will go home to see you after completing this task", it is more like an author trying to reflect the cruelty of the copy, and Deliberately use one chapter to explain memory killing and two chapters to kill the cannon fodder who died and left a death message before death... "
The mixed-race man: "At first I really wanted to get angry with you, but in the long paragraph behind you, what are you talking about that people can't understand??"
"What he meant," Chu Tianshu put Lin Huai's shoulders from behind, "let you come back alive and tell him your name, right?"
He stared at Lin Huai, closed his eyes, and raised his eyebrows indifferently.
Mixed race man: ...
"...Then I can barely take it as your blessing to me." He muttered, "Let's go."
The female white-collar worker turned the dial, and the two disappeared into the mist.
Lin Huai stared dissatisfiedly at Chu Tianshu who was looking around indoors until he couldn't see the backs of the two of them at all: "... why are you adding drama to me?"
"Huh?" Chu Tianshu turned around, "Don't you think so?"
Lin Huai: "..."
He suppressed the phrase "You think too well of me" back to his heart. Chu Tianshu walked towards the third picture scroll, touched his chin, and said, "Let's go, let's go to Zhudao—Huh?"
Lin Huai turned around.
"Shusha, Rusha..."
Accompanied by a slight rustling sound, ink marks began to appear on the blank third drawing paper.
There is a cool breeze blowing into the Huxin Pavilion, and the originally hanging window screens are lifted by the breeze.
It was as if a woman's skirt was dancing silently.
"Shusha, Rusha..."
The sound of the brush rubbing against the paper continued. The invisible brush strokes upwards, and on the third painting, it draws a line of ink from bottom to top!
That is the backbone of "bamboo"!
"boom!"
The sound of a heavy object falling suddenly came from behind the two of them. Lin Huai turned around and realized that it was actually a book.
The book was originally placed in the bookcase upstairs, but now it seems to be pushed down by an invisible wind.
However, in the game, there is no reason for the occurrence of a plot.
"You stare at this painting." Lin Huai patted Chu Tianshu's shoulder, "I'll go and have a look."
He picked up the book.
""Bo Ming Lu"?"
What is written on the cover of the book is indeed the words "Bo Ming Lu". The book is bound vertically, with small letters inside, and the text is written from left to right.
Lin Huai opened the small book, and the catalog appeared in front of his eyes.
"The First Plum Shadow"
"Second Lan Ruo"
"Third Blood Bamboo"
"The Fourth Dongli"
These four columns of directories seem to be written in blood, and the handwriting is like iron hook and silver painting, which is exactly the same as the handwriting on the original letter.
He picked up the cover and flipped through it casually. The first and second parts of the booklet have been densely written and seem to have been completed. The third part is slowly emerging, while the fourth part is still blank.
The three sticks of incense that had been burning since the four of them returned to the pavilion had already burned the first stick. Lin Huai flipped through the first story and the second story very roughly.
The first story, unsurprisingly, is that of Mei Ying. This story is written in the first person, and the woman uses a sad tone to tell the story of her acquaintance with the male owner of Meizhuang, abandoning the prosperous world of the outside world for him, washing her hands and making soup, but in the end she ended up dying.
"Hate... hate... hate hate hate..."
"There are many in this world, the infatuated woman Bo Yukiro."
This is the last ending written in blood in this story. Only this line of writing is different from the handwriting of the previous text, as if it was written by Mei Ying himself.
The second story is that of Lan Xiang. Different from the stories the two of them learned from the mixed-race man in Lanzhuang, this autobiography written by Lan Xiang is obviously more detailed.
In the autobiography, she is not the younger sister of the young owner of Lanzhuang Village, but a cousin who has an unlucky life experience and restrains her father and mother, so she lives under the fence. The old owner of Lanzhuang is traditional and superstitious, and he is afraid that the other party may pass bad luck into the village. As a result, Lan Xiang was trapped in the courtyard for many years. Because of her lonely situation, she has a weird personality, likes orchids, and likes to collect small animals that hide living things, and let them accompany her as "paintings". The young master is the only one who is willing to get close to her.
Lan Xiang and Shao Zhuangzhu have been called brothers and sisters since childhood. In the end, the two actually fell in love secretly. The owner of the Shaozhuang promised to marry Lan Xiang as his wife when she became an adult, and let her go out of the yard. Therefore, Lan Xiang was looking forward to this day with all his heart.
However, in the last year of her life, it rained heavily. Bewitched by the witch, the owner of Lanzhuang decided to sacrifice the lone star of Tiansha to the sky. Lan Xiang thought he was sitting in the sedan chair where his cousin married her, but he didn't expect that his final destination would be a black and deep lake.
"Hate... hate... hate hate hate..."
"There are many in this world, the infatuated woman Bo Yukiro."
Like the first story, the second story also ends with this crazy and hateful blood.
Three sticks of incense burned the second pillar. Lin Huai didn't realize it, and continued to turn to the next page.
The third story is "Blood Bamboo".
"When I first met the young master, he was at the foot of the mountain, and I was holding an umbrella."
"Lin Huai."
Chu Tianshu's voice suddenly came.
"Look." He pointed to the third painting, "This painting stopped before it was finished..."