Fang Daichuan sat cross-legged on the bed with the record he wrote, thinking about it, but he didn't feel sleepy.
After much deliberation, he couldn't figure out why someone would do this, and finally he began to wonder to himself: "Did I really vote for Zhao Chu this morning? If I didn't remember it wrong myself? I have always suspected Du Chaosheng In the end, although Li Sinian asked me to vote for Zhao Chu, I thought I was voting for Zhao Chu, but is it possible that because of my psychological hint, I actually voted for Du Chaosheng?"
The more Fang Daichuan thought about it, the more reliable he became. Du Chaosheng would definitely not vote for him in the first place; Li Sinian locked in Zhao Chu when he came up, and there was no reason to vote for Du Chaosheng; ; There is one Mrs. Song and one Liu Xin. Mrs. Song was the first to speak, so there is no need to follow the vote. Even if she said that she voted for Du Chaosheng, everyone can understand that there is no problem; No matter how you look at it, lying at this time is too easy to lock him as a wolf, and he doesn't look like a fool. Fang Daichuan pulled off half of his forehead hair, and was so entangled that he wished he could commit suicide by drinking poison.
Headache. He pulled his hair for a while, jumped out of bed, opened the door and sneaked out. There was wine in Li Sinian's room, Fang Daichuan thought to himself, go and ask him for a hypnotic drink.
The second floor is extremely quiet, there is no sound. Fang Daichuan clearly heard his footsteps echoing in the corridor. There are mural carpets hanging on both sides of the corridor, Fang Daichuan has not noticed. Fang Daichuan had seen this kind of blanket in some adventurous crews, and the scenes of the tomb passage were all built with this kind of mural blanket. What a pervert, Fang Daichuan thought, whether it is a Chinese-style building or a Western-style building, it is understandable to hang picture frames on the walls and paste wallpapers. Having murals on two walls is like living in a tomb.
These two murals are a bit strange. During the day, Fang Daichuan didn't find any clues, but at this moment, taking advantage of the occasional lightning strikes outside the window, Fang Daichuan suddenly discovered that these blankets were wet with water, and dim paintings emerged. He looked closer, carefully examining the walls on both sides.
On the left are clouds and a golden holy light, and all the figures are dressed in white robes. They looked up towards the dome of the ceiling, with solemn and sad expressions on their faces. For the first time, Fang Daichuan looked up at the ceiling of the corridor, where it was repaired into the shape of a dome, engraved with thick ink and heavy colors, like a scene of a battle between gods and demons.
A god with white wings on his back fought a black demon.
The sky is too dark to see what kind of weapon the god is holding. It looks like an ax is stuck on a wooden stick. The demon's wings were fleshy, and he held a scepter in his hand. Below the battle between the two stood a very plump woman, blindfolded, holding a scale in one hand and a pole sword in the other, wearing a white robe, but with black bat wings symbolizing demons growing on her back.
It's a little strange that Fang Daichuan doesn't know much about Western religion and theology, so he doesn't know who these characters represent, but in theory, the goddess holding the balance should represent justice. Why are there devil's wings growing behind her? These sculptures could not have just appeared out of nowhere, they should be on the ceiling, no one noticed before.
The picture of hell is depicted on the tapestry on the side of the window, and it also emerges at this moment. The picture shows fire, ice, and a two-headed dog in front of the gate of hell. The painting on the left is heaven, Fang Daichuan thought. The characters in hell were talking about something, Fang Daichuan counted carefully, there were 12 people in total.
This number made Fang Daichuan feel a little uncomfortable. He turned his head and counted the heavens on the left, which was also 12. Everyone was facing the people in hell. Fang Daichuan searched carefully for the position of the two-headed dog in hell. On the ground, there is a snake with an apple in its mouth.
Could this be some sort of moral? Fang Daichuan thought to himself, get rid of himself and Li Sinian, and replace Lao Chen and the unknown man who was shot dead. Originally, there were 12 adults and one child in this bureau. If the snake lying on the ground and the two-headed hellhound represent a short child, then the rest of the people can correspond one by one.
He went through the genders of all the people in his mind, and found that they just matched.
In that case, he raised his head and looked at the two people fighting on the dome. Did these two people represent himself and Li Sinian? But they are clearly from the same camp, so what does the goddess represent? A boss who secretly observes everything
Can't figure it out. Fang Daichuan only felt that his head hurt even more.
The window at the corner was closed, and the curtains were half wet with water, standing quietly in front of the window. Fang Daichuan felt a little nervous, he hesitated for a while, and then opened the curtains. There was no one in the curtains, Fang Daichuan opened the window.
The rain didn't stop, and the storm hit his face with a damp smell, and the wet curtain behind him was blown to the wall by the wind, making a fluttering sound, stiff. Fang Daichuan glanced out.
On the edge of the reef in the distance, a white shadow flashed past.
Is someone out there? ! Goosebumps formed on Fang Daichuan's arms. Why did he go outside in such heavy rain
He quickly ran to the corner and rang the doorbell of Li Sinian's room. The doorbell here was on a single line and could not be heard from outside the door. His heart was gripped by some unknown great fear, and he frantically rang the doorbell , hoping to tell Li Sinian about the weird murals and strange figures he saw just now.
However, Li Sinian did not open the door.
There was a sudden burst of laughter from the corridor behind him.
Fang Daichuan's heart was beating fast. He leaned against the door of Li Sinian's room. Li Sinian's room was at a corner. As long as he didn't go out, people outside would not be able to see him. He clenched his fists and listened carefully, but in the dead and silent corridor, he could only hear his crazy heartbeat.
Calm down, Fang Daichuan forced himself to take a deep breath, and he rang Li Sinian's doorbell again with his backhand. Still no one opened the door. Li Sinian is a prophet, he must have secretly gone outside to check the sign of the cabin. Fang Daichuan speculated, then the white shadow he saw in the distance just now should be Li Sinian.
There was another eerie laugh in the corridor.
"Hee hee hee… "
Like a child getting candy and toys.
child? Fang Daichuan thought of that crazy son, and carefully stuck to the corner wall, peeping.
Sure enough, it was the child. He was holding a bucket and splashing water on the tapestries on both sides of the wall, making rustling laughter while splashing. He stopped after a while and sang, "Who killed the robin? The robin died on the island. It was the wolf who killed the robin. The sparrow flapped its wings and sang. The wolf killed the robin with venom." Without it, you won’t be able to close your eyes when you die.”
Lightning flickered outside the window, the corridor flickered, and the weird little boy sang nursery rhymes about death while splashing water on the walls.
Fang Daichuan's gallbladder almost exploded, and he couldn't breathe at all. He grabbed the wall tightly and pressed his face against the cold tapestry.
"Nannan, come back, it's dangerous here." Niu Xinyan called softly from the other side of the corridor.
Fang Daichuan's scalp exploded.
The little boy stopped singing for a moment, and he turned his head to look at his mother. Fang Daichuan took two deep breaths, lay down on the ground, and poked his head out cautiously.
Niu Xinyan squatted on the ground, a white silk nightgown spread out on the ground. She hugged the child and kissed him gently on the mouth. Fuck me! Fang Daichuan almost burst out with a jerk. Niu Xinyan closed her eyes and kissed the little boy intently, and put her arms around him tightly—that was definitely not the expression and posture of a mother kissing her son!
"Let's go in," Niu Xinyan looked at the little boy panting slightly, and said timidly, "I'm very scared."
The little boy's voice changed. He carelessly touched the back of Niu Xinyan's head. Fang Daichuan couldn't see his face clearly from the angle, but he could hear his calm voice. He said: "What are you afraid of, you are so stupid."
Fang Daichuan couldn't remember what happened afterwards. His brain went blank for more than half an hour. He watched the mother and child swipe their cards back, then curled up on the ground, pressing their bodies firmly against Li Sinian's cold door.
Until a pair of feet appeared in the field of vision.
Fang Daichuan raised his head. Li Sinian was drenched all over, water was dripping from the tip of his hair, and the water droplets hit the floor. Holding his ID card, he wondered why Fang Daichuan was here, and looked at Fang Daichuan in surprise.
Fang Daichuan stood up holding the door, stepped on the small puddle where Li Sinian's hair dripped, and slipped so as not to fall directly to the ground.
Li Sinian hurriedly helped him: "What's wrong with you? Your palms are covered in cold sweat."
Fang Daichuan poked his head out to take a look with lingering fear. The weird mother and son had already returned to the room. He held Li Sinian's shoulders, feeling that he had been curled up for a long time, and his legs and feet were numb. No, it's not just the legs and feet, Fang Daichuan only feels that his whole body is numb now, only his heart is jumping desperately without fear of death.
"Open the door..." Fang Daichuan lowered his head and waved his hands, without any strength to explain, "Hurry up and open the door, I can't hold on anymore."
Li Sinian hurriedly opened the door.
Fang Daichuan held a glass of wine and sat on the bed wrapped in a quilt. His eyes were wandering and his hands were shaking.
"What's wrong with you?" Li Sinian took a shower in the bathroom, took a dry towel, came out while wiping his hair, and handed Fang Daichuan a pack of compressed biscuits.
Fang Daichuan raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, and tremblingly tore open the package of the compressed biscuit. He didn't know where to start. There was too much information tonight.
In the end, he decided to speak in chronological order. He first asked, "I couldn't sleep at night, and I came out to look for you. Why did you go?"
"Interviewer," Li Sinian finished brushing his hair, his half-wet and half-dry curly hair was blown up, "I sneaked out to test while you were all asleep, and if I was found out, I would be exposed. "
Fang Daichuan ate biscuits and drank wine. The lights in the room were very bright, and all the shadows were invisible, which calmed him down a lot: "Who did you test? Mrs. Song? Is Mrs. Song a werewolf?"
Li Sinian shook his head: "Mrs. Song is already an iron wolf with me. Just leave the ticket tomorrow morning. I don't need to check. I checked Du Chaosheng. I'm afraid I was wrong. One stood up and blew himself up. Logically, I don’t think he’s a werewolf, but you’ve seen today’s votes. It’s impossible for him to vote for himself. You and I, Ding Zihui, have confirmed our identities. There’s no need for Mrs. Song Lie, Liu Xin's lie is too untechnical, he doesn't look like that kind of idiot. I thought, maybe Du Chaosheng has other secrets, I was wrong at first."
"The result?" Fang Daichuan asked.
Li Sinian smiled wryly and shook his head: "Unfortunately, I was right at first, he is indeed a good man." He poured himself a glass of wine as he spoke, and asked, "What about you? What are you doing tonight?" What's going on?"
Fang Daichuan shuddered as he recalled what happened just now.
He jumped out of bed, threw a clean T-shirt to the shirtless Li Sinian, and opened the door: "I'll show you something, follow me."