"Isn't this the key Yang Song stole from Niu Xinyan?" Fang Daichuan asked.
"More than that," Li Sinian twirled the key leisurely, turned around, and showed Fang Daichuan the piece of red rope he was holding in his hand.
One end of the red string is a heavy brass key, and the other end is a thin iron key. The iron key looks very strange, it is an oval pick, engraved with a circle of bumps and undulations, like a ball of curls. The little hedgehog got up.
"What is this?" Fang Daichuan curiously played with it in his hand.
"That's a long story." Li Sinian said as he took out an ice bucket from the refrigerator in the corner of the room. After the entire villa was powered off, the solidified ice cubes had almost melted, leaving only a few scattered ice slags and a jar of ice water in the bucket. He took Fang Daichuan's blistered right hand and submerged it in the ice water.
"Yang Song said that his father had a safe, which contained some documents from that year. Later, Du Chaosheng wanted to spend money to buy it. Her mother was careful and sold the key to them, but the cabinet found a chance to put it in. In the island. After her mother died, the boss bought the island and found the cabinet left by her father."
"What's this called?" Fang Daichuan laughed, "Eggs are determined not to be put in the same basket?"
"Substandard risk hedging." Li Sinian also laughed.
Fang Daichuan took the key in his hand and gently stroked the brass carving: "Then how did this key get into Niu Xinyan's hands? If I remember correctly, Niu Xinyan's husband and Yang Song's father are Died together, right?"
Li Sinian said: "She didn't go into details, but I guess, maybe Du Chaosheng came to the island with the key and wanted to find the box on the island. How did Niu Xinyan steal it? Or, Du Chaosheng's death, Does it really have something to do with Niu Xinyan? Yang Song doesn't know why it got into Niu Xinyan's hands. She went to give Niu Xinyan a candlestick at night, saw the key hanging on her coat rack, and stole it while she was not paying attention. Let's go. She wanted to ask me some questions, and offered to exchange this, and she said that I would be interested in the things in the safe."
No matter how many twists and turns, the key still ended up in Li Sinian's hands. Fang Daichuan thought to himself, maybe somewhere, there is really a dry bone in the undersea cave that blesses him.
"How's the injury on your shoulder?" Li Sinian didn't throw away the ice bucket until the water in the ice bucket was no longer air-conditioned, but he was still a little worried when he thought of his injury.
Fang Daichuan wiped off the water on his hands, flipped the T-shirt casually, and tore off a spare sheet to use as gauze, wrapping his shoulders and chest properly.
"I learned how to wrap my wounds from my parents. It's a professional way," he said with a rather smug look on his face. "I used to wrap myself when I was injured on the set, didn't I? I blow, and emergency nurses may not be able to wrap me well, and it is tight and does not affect activities."
Li Sinian didn't know what it was like when he heard this.
"You like filming so much?" A sentence came out without thinking.
Fang Daichuan raised his head and thought for a moment: "I like it. If possible, I want to make movies for the rest of my life."
Li Sinian nodded: "I will help you."
Fang Daichuan smiled a little embarrassedly, but at the time, he didn't take this sentence to heart.
They opened the door, Li Sinian picked up the candlestick in the room, and walked upstairs cautiously.
"Did Yang Song see what's in the safe?" Fang Daichuan followed behind Li Sinian, a candle flickering, which seemed to be about to go out in the night wind, and struggled to illuminate the half-meter-long distance between the two of them. road.
Li Sinian held up the candlestick to shine on the steps at the bottom of his feet, and replied: "No, she said she only opened the door on the third floor, but..." Li Sinian said, with an unbelievable expression on his face, "As a result, she said, she Saw a ghost?"
Fang Daichuan's face turned pale instantly.
Some windows in the corridor were not closed properly, and a gust of wind blew in. Fang Daichuan held the corner of Li Sinian's clothes tightly with his left hand, and looked around in fear.
Seeing this, Li Sinian smiled: "Sister Chuan, you are too timid. Where did your courage go when you threatened others with poison?"
"Brother Nian, did you bring a body protector with a cross or something?" Fang Daichuan begged for mercy with a wry smile, "I have never been afraid of fighting with people, but I am afraid of ghosts."
Li Sinian shook his head: "What's there to be afraid of ghosts? They can't kill us when they're alive, but they'll be better when they're dead?"
Fang Daichuan hurriedly yelled behind him, and he screamed: "Don't set up flags indiscriminately!"
"It's settled!" Li Sinian didn't care.
While talking, the two had already walked up to the third floor.
On the first night, the two of them also went up to the third floor to check the situation. There were four opposite rooms on the third floor, which were also opened by swiping the door card, but they didn't know where the door card was.
However, the strange thing was that when they went up from the corner on Li Sinian's side this time, the third floor turned out to be a dead end. A wooden and copper-clad carved door stopped in front of the two people.
Fang Daichuan hugged Li Sinian's waist tightly with one arm, and held the empty wine bottle that came out of the room with the other hand. His voice was trembling when he spoke: "Yes...is it here? Yang Song met you at the back ghost?"
Li Sinian patted his hand: "There is no ghost, don't be afraid."
He inserted the brass key into the door hole and gently pushed the door open.
The old wooden door creaked and opened slowly.
The deserted island in the sea, the old castle with power outage, the creaking wooden door, and the unknown darkness behind the door, this is really like the beginning of a horror movie. Fang Daichuan was overly nervous, and his calf began to twist bit by bit.
He couldn't help but began to think about the horror movies he had seen, Hitchcock, Sean Cunningham, Wen Ziren, the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became, and the more afraid he became, the more he thought about it.
The door was slowly pushed open, and it was pitch black inside, and the only source of light was the candlestick in his hand. Fang Daichuan didn't dare to go in, so he held Li Sinian's footsteps. The two of them seemed to be outsiders who had broken into the world of Truman, holding their breath and observing the secret room.
The room was very empty, with curtains all around it, but nothing else. On the other side of the room, there seemed to be another door.
Li Sinian grabbed Fang Daichuan's hand and pulled him into the door.
Fang Daichuan's palms were wet and trembling nervously. Li Sinian suddenly felt distressed, he turned his head, and wanted to say, why don't we go out, don't look at it, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a shining sharp weapon coming toward his face!
"Be careful!" Li Sinian turned around and hugged the person behind him without hesitation, covering him tightly with his back.
"Bang Dang!" With a sound, something hit the floor heavily, and Fang Daichuan trembled in fright. He quickly pushed away Li Sinian's body and looked around warily.
It is a tall candlestick.
Li Sinian's heart was beating wildly in his chest, and the fear at that moment poured into his veins like venom, quickly swept his whole body, and then poured it all into his heart. He regained his composure, and said with a helpless smile, "It's all your fault. The atmosphere is so good that I was taken aback."
The two of them worked together to lift the heavy candlestick from the ground, and Li Sinian pointed the fire at it with the small candlestick in his hand.
The tall candlesticks were burning, and the surrounding area was much brighter.
The two of them looked at the room and felt much more relaxed. The room was very narrow with no furniture. Li Sinian quickly walked through the room and observed the small secret door.
The door was ajar, but Li Sinian pushed it open casually.
It was still a narrow room, Li Sinian poked his head to take a look, but froze in place.
There are lights in the house.
The flickering lights flickered uneasy, the man heard the movement at the door, but remained motionless.
The blood in Li Sinian's whole body was coagulated in the blood.
There was no shadow, the man had his back to the door, wearing a black cloak. Li Sinian stopped Fang Daichuan from approaching behind him, he didn't dare to show his breath, he stared at that person's movements, his breathing was so fast that he could light a candle.
There was an ominous smell in the air, with some rotten smell and the fishy smell of the sea, making Li Sinian's soles sweat.
One person and one ghost, separated by a half-open door.