Fang Daichuan stood up abruptly, his calf was a little numb from squatting for a long time, and he stood too violently, he swayed, and his shoulder hit the wall beside him. —It’s hot. The body temperature definitely exceeds 40 degrees, although it is not to the extent of scorching, but even if Fang Daichuan has no common sense in this area, he understands how unusual this situation is.
"The volcano is going to erupt?" Fang Daichuan thought of this possibility, his face turned pale. You must know that they live on the crater of an active volcano, which is in danger of erupting at any time. He dashed around the corner, pushed open the window facing the stairs, and looked out at the current.
The tides of the sea come and go, the sound of the waves is silent, and nothing can be seen clearly under the cover of the heavy rain.
The hot current that had just surged in Fang Daichuan's blood vessels cooled instantly, no matter how restless his heart was, it faded away like a tide, leaving only the deep fear in his heart.
"It's not a volcano. If the volcano erupts, there should be abnormal changes in the water level and temperature." Li Sinian stood behind him at some point, and pressed his right hand on his shoulder. The pressure was so strong that Fang Daichuan's heart ached. A little more at ease.
"I'm afraid there is something wrong in the house." Li Sinian patted him on the shoulder, signaling to follow him, and they walked along the wall. The room where Li Sinian shrank was already at the outermost corner, the outermost corner of all the rooms.
Fang Daichuan didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, so he followed behind him with his head poking around, and saw his right hand lightly wiped the wall, followed the texture to tear off the long-haired tapestry hanging on the wall, and three fingers pressed against the wall I don't know what I'm groping for. Fang Daichuan took a look, followed suit, put his right hand on the wall, and walked inside.
The smell of wax oil in the air is getting heavier and heavier, and even this smell is faintly mixed with some burnt smell.
Li Sinian felt the temperature of his fingertips getting hotter and hotter, and his face was stern: "Quickly wake up everyone! Something is wrong, I suspect that something is leaking."
Fang Daichuan nodded hurriedly and turned around. Just as he was about to move, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps from the stairs behind him.
He turned his head back with some fear, staring closely at the stairs in the darkness. The statue on the dome at the corner of the second floor looked back at him, like a god weeping, silent forever.
There was a shrill roar from downstairs, like the howl of a dying female animal, angry and desperate, Li Sinian and Fang Daichuan turned around at the same time, staring at the stairs warily.
On the rocks by the sea, Ding Zihui sat with his knees hugged. At this time, the night had already fallen quietly and the rain was a little lighter.
There was a lot of sand on her body, and she felt a little uncomfortable, but she didn't care. She leaned closer and smelled her hands. On the girl's hands, only the middle finger of the right hand has some pen calluses, and other places are tender, and now there are many bloody cuts on the palm and fingers. She bent down and picked up the sea water, washing her hands over and over again.
In front of her is the moody sea, and the mighty force of nature makes the sea lift the veil of daytime warmth. The black clouds on the top of the dome dispersed slightly, and there were a few stars in the distance, vaguely reflected on the dark sea, like someone's eyes watching her tenderly.
Children who are used to seeing the sea since childhood will not be fooled by the waves. The imagination of the ocean is so terrifying in the eyes of many people who are used to being down-to-earth. Let them live on the coast or even on the sea, they are like Achilles was restrained by the heel. All bragging rights are gone, and there is only endless fear.
Ding Zihui has no fear.
For many people, the ocean symbolizes death, but for her, it symbolizes life.
There was a rustling sound in the bushes behind her.
"You're here again," she didn't look back, she still lowered her head and washed her hands, looking at the turbulent sea, the place she regarded as a symbol of her mother, she smiled and said to herself, "Why do you only have night time?" just appeared? Are you really a ghost?"
Behind her, a black figure stood quietly without saying a word.
Suddenly there was a "meow~" sound behind him.
Ding Zihui turned his head suddenly, only to see the black shadow behind her dissipate suddenly, a black cat jumped off the rock from the window sill on the second floor of the villa, and licked its paw at her.
In the distance, Li Sinian and Fang Daichuan came out from the main entrance and walked towards the sea, while Ding Zihui hid in the bushes under the rock.
On the third floor of the castle, Yang Song held a candlestick. At this time, the sky outside was completely dark, the heavy rain was falling in panic, and there was a dead silence all around.
The copper candlestick was hot from her grip, and the handle of the candlestick was soaked in sweat from the palm of her hand, and it almost slipped out of her hand several times.
The corridor was quiet, the lambskin slippers knocked lightly on the wooden floor, and the surroundings were completely dark. Yang Song held a key in his hand, made of brass, with intricate roses and stars engraved on the key handle, which looked like some kind of family emblem or family crest. She herself didn't know what this bunch of keys was for.
The third floor is very empty, with only four doors. Yang Song brought the candlestick close to the doorknob, and saw that all four doors were electronically locked.
This is not surprising, Yang Song thought to himself, although this villa was decorated to look like an ancient castle, but five years ago, the island was still owned by her in name, and the construction history of this villa did not exceed five years at most. The equipment is certainly trendy.
She soon came to an end.
At this end of the second floor is the corner in front of Li Sinian's room. There is a staircase leading to this floor at the back. Logically speaking, there should also be an upward staircase here. Yang Song looked down at the stairs leading down, the downstairs was very quiet, the dark stairwell was dead silent, only the candlestick in her hand gave off a little light.
Candle tears flowed down the candlestick and hit the small brass plate below. Yang Song's toes in slippers moved unconsciously, and the soles of his feet were covered with sweat.
She looked down the stairs to the other side, where there should have been stairs, there was a wooden door closed.
This is a dead end.
What is behind the wooden door
Yang Song looked at the brass key in her hand. She approached the wooden door with a candlestick, and a key button lay under the doorknob. There was a light layer of dust on the doorknob, Yang Song's heart beat like a drum, he inserted the key and pushed the door open.
A black shadow flashed quickly.
Yang Song threw away the candlestick with a bang.
At this time, there should be no living people in the villa. She held her breath in horror and stood outside the wooden door, clinging to the wall.
A black cat climbed up from downstairs, gave her a sideways glance, and rubbed its chin on its shoulder.
The rain gradually became heavier again. Ding Zihui hid in the woods halfway up the mountain. He didn't know whether he was drenched by the rain or the coldness in his heart affected the temperature around him. She just felt colder and colder.
Yang Song quickly escaped from upstairs, the candlestick in her hand was burnt out, and she didn't know where to throw her slippers. She was running in fear, her eyelashes trembling nervously. However, when she went down to the second floor, she tried her best to restrain her breathing and heartbeat, and relaxed her movements. She heard someone talking—it was the couple.
The man asked, "What's the smell?"
The woman swiped the card casually, and said coquettishly: "You still have some free time to care about, don't you want to 'settle accounts' with me? Come in quickly."
Yang Song sniffed, reached out to touch the temperature of the wall, raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, and gently opened the door of his room.
At this moment, outside the window opposite her door, a very small moon shone down.