"Crow?" Lin Huai frowned, "This man..."
Before he could ask the next words, Chu Tianshu took a deep look at him.
"You will understand later."
He said.
"Heh, heh." Lin Huai twitched the corner of his mouth, "Generally speaking, there are two reasons for this kind of answer."
"One, set up suspense to attract readers to watch. It's like a movie always needs to add 1 after the movie title, such as Detective Chinatown 1, Harry Potter 1, No. 1 in the world... In this way, it can be filmed naturally The series are here to make money, such as Detective Chinatown 2, Harry Potter 2, Second World... ”
"... I always feel that the last one is not in the same style as the previous one." Chu Tianshu complained.
"Second, the timing is immature, just like many super-English movies, all the mysteries will only be revealed before the death of the guide, otherwise it will not be enough to maintain its inscrutable character image..."
"Then what do you think?" Chu Tianshu stared into his eyes, "What is the reason for me?"
Lin Huai smiled.
"How do you think I think?"
As he spoke, he lowered his body and approached Chu Tianshu's forehead. When the tip of his nose brushed against Chu Tianshu's, he could clearly feel that the young man under him was flustered.
He seemed to deliberately restrain himself from jumping up from the sofa. Seeing his appearance, Lin Huai smiled even more happily.
"Okay, I won't tease you." He blinked, "I've never figured out who you are, so I don't bother to speculate this time. You will tell me one day, won't you?"
After finishing speaking, he straightened up and threw the quilt that he had thrown to the other side back on Chu Tianshu's body: "Take your medicine well, drink more hot water, I'm leaving."
As he spoke, he pressed down the brim of his hat that didn't exist, and walked downstairs gracefully. When he reached the stairs, he turned to Chu Tianshu, who was stunned, and asked, "Why were you so nervous just now?"
Chu Tianshu, who was always full of coquettish words, choked for a rare moment. Under Lin Huai's watchful eyes, his dark chestnut hair curled up: "I'm afraid I might infect you with a cold..."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Lin Huai laughed and left the villa. It wasn't until the sound of closing the door came from downstairs that Chu Tianshu showed his agility that had nothing to do with his patient identity, and threw himself on the window sill to see his leaving figure.
"Just now..." He touched his nose with a guilty conscience, "It must be..."
"There must be a mistake in the neurotransmitters released by the nerve endings..." He thought, but couldn't help but pick the palm of his hand after putting down his finger, and put his fingertips up again before the palm of his hand became hot, "Next time You can't be so flustered, you have to be prepared...'
Thinking of this, he suddenly jumped up from the sofa and opened the safe. He took out all the documents in it, and after thinking over and over again, he said in a low voice: "Confirm again, if you are sure, go-"
"Get a mental health check."
Lin Huai knew nothing about Chu Tianshu's psychological activities. He went back to school, handed over the manuscript to his senior sister, and won her great admiration from the other side of the ocean.
"Brother, you are really outstanding." The senior sister was in high spirits on the phone, "This is the first time he is so straightforward..."
"Senior." Lin Huai heard Qin Jiang's commotion, like a group of men and women playing on the other end of the phone, with a few words in English that he didn't understand, "I can't hear what's going on over there." say what… "
"What's wrong?" Qin Jiang stood up from the bed in the hotel and walked to the window, "Is the signal bad? I'm at the window, is it a little better?"
She shook her phone and pointed it at the moon outside the window, a little puzzled.
"It's not a problem with the signal." Lin Huai said, sitting on a chair in the dormitory with his legs crossed, "It's because the sound is too loud... Are you having a dance over there?"
"Dance?" Qin Jiang's voice on the other end of the phone was a little more puzzled, "No, I'm resting in the hotel alone."
As she spoke, she glanced back at her empty room. All the lights in the room were turned on, and the overall scene was unobstructed: "... hotels in New York City are too expensive. I searched for a long time before I found this cheap hotel in Queens..."
There was silence on the other end of the phone, and then came Lin Huai's soft voice: "Oh, I may have heard wrong, senior sister, good night, come to me if you need anything."
"okay."
After putting down the phone, Qin Jiang turned on her laptop and continued to edit the manuscript she got. Perhaps because of the angle of the desk lamp, the computer screen was a bit reflective. Except for the lines of text, it was her concentrated face.
The hotel is very quiet, except for the crisp sound of the keyboard being tapped, it is the hum of the air conditioner with full power. She just stared at the computer, reading every line of text silently, paying no attention to the rest of the world.
'strangeness. ' She thought, 'Why is the room a bit hot today. '
After coming to the United States for four days, the first thing she got used to was the aggressive air-conditioning in the major public places in the United States. As a big country that condemns other third world countries for wasting resources all the year round, the United States also sets an example and takes the lead in wasting resources.
But for some reason, today's air-conditioning seems to have lost its effect, humming in vain, but it doesn't emit any refreshing coolness. She felt a trace of heat pass through the gaps in the fibers of the T-shirt, soaking every nerve ending in her like a swamp.
A drop of sweat dripped from her chin, she closed her eyes, wiped the top of her head, and let out the big, distraught sigh that everyone has before facing a ddl.
She pushed the computer irritably, and squatted down in front of the air conditioner to check it.
"It's cold wind coming out of here!" She knocked on the machine hard, "Why is it not working at all?"
After tossing with the air conditioner for a while, she couldn't make ice flowers bloom from the machine. Qin Jiang stood up from the carpet, rubbed her ankles, and decided to go downstairs to the front desk. Just squatting for a while, she was already covered in sweat, dripping down her back.
When she came to the door, she just wanted to hold the doorknob, but looked at the ground and let out a "huh".
"Strange. How did the wall turn over?"
She lowered her head to check, and it turned out that it wasn't the wall covering that had been turned up, but the wallpaper. The four sides of this room have been pasted with pure white wallpaper, but now they are turned up under some unknown influence. She pressed the wallpaper down with her hands, only to find that the original wall under the paper was scorched black.
"this… "
She didn't think about it too much, she just prayed in her heart that the hotel owner wouldn't blackmail her deposit because of this. The metal handle was right in front of her eyes, and just as she was about to hold it, she heard a cool voice behind her.
"I advise you not to open the door," said the man.
"what?"
"Unless you want to make a teppanyaki with your own hands."
She turned her head and saw that there was an extra person in the originally empty room. He was wearing a bright red suit, his face was covered by a white mask, his legs were spread apart, his left hand rested on his chin, and his right hand tapped on the table.
"Who are you? How did you get into my room?" Qin Jiang said sharply, grabbing the doorknob, "Get out! Otherwise, I'll call the police!"
As soon as the words fell, she let out a scream. Her finger landed on the hot doorknob, and as soon as she touched it, a few blisters came out.
She held her hands and cried out in pain, but the red suit showed no sympathy at all. He looked at Qin Jiang, shook his head and said: "If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of your eyes. You young people, naive..."
He said it as if he was pitying her, but there was no positive emotion in his tone. Qin Jiang grabbed her fingers, gritted her teeth and said, "What do you want to do!"
"Come to the ball." The man spread his hands casually, "You know, I am a person who likes to join in the fun."
"Prom...you're crazy!"
After she uttered this cry, the man chuckled lowly. Then he snapped his fingers.
"surprise." he said.
With the sound of snapping fingers, the whole room burst into flames. Qin Jiang let out a scream, took a step back, and pressed her whole body against the hot wall.
The originally empty and cold room suddenly changed its appearance. The colorful light balls shone ominously in the air, and under the light, several men and women were dancing in the room.
They are dressed coolly, and the figures of two of the women are even more exciting... except.
There were pitch-black burn marks all over their bodies.
Qin Jiang screamed continuously, shrank to the door, and was shivered by the door panel. The man walked up to her and looked at her while leaning on the wall: "I've said it all, girls should be careful when going out, don't choose this kind of room that looks gloomy..."
As soon as she said this, Qin Jiang fainted. Lin Huai squatted down and looked at her, sighing.
"Forget it." He lowered his head and said, "In this case, I have to dance alone."
With that said, he dragged Qin Jiang into the bathroom. The moment he closed the door, he looked into the room, and saw four jet-black focal figures looking at him at the same time.
They didn't seem to understand how an unexpected guest could appear in the room—this was normal, because they didn't understand the language, and they weren't intelligent ghosts or ghosts.
They are ghosts—the most difficult existence among non-intelligent ghosts, repeating the scene before death over and over again, pulling passers-by into the vortex over and over again—like Sisyphus who keeps pushing stones uphill.
"Jump, why don't you jump?" Lin Huai spread his hands, raised his mouth and looked at the ghosts, "It's a pity, I still want to join you."
After finishing speaking, he lowered his face: "I forgot, you don't understand Chinese, right?"
"Okay." Lin Huai shrugged, and put a finger to his lips, "In this case—"
"—the dance begins."
He smiled moodily.
After Lin Huai twirled and jumped, I closed my eyes and danced to the beat to kill a few ghosts, and sent myself back to the other side of the ocean through the computer along the network cable (yes, he was almost stuck in the screen, if Qin Jiang woke up late At one point, you can see a butt stuck in the screen and two legs underneath, maybe this is pretending to be struck by lightning)—Qin Jiang finally woke up in the toilet.
She first glanced around in horror, then rushed out the door.
After being treated as crazy by countless hotel staff, Qin Jiang still insisted on changing hotels. After staying in the new hotel, she tremblingly called Lin Huai's phone: "Student, just now..."