Fang Daichuan was firmly covered by Li Sinian, unable to see anything, so he couldn't help feeling anxious.
"What are you doing in my way?! What's in the room?" Fang Daichuan asked in a low voice behind him.
Li Sinian tried his best to keep his voice steady, coaxing him: "There is nothing in the room, Miss Chuan, please be obedient, take two steps back."
Although Fang Daichuan was puzzled, he trusted Li Sinian so much that before his brain could fully react, his body obediently took two steps back.
Li Sinian closed the door in front of his eyes.
With a "click", Li Sinian locked him outside the door.
"Hey!" How could Fang Daichuan guess that he would do this? He put his shoulder against the door and slammed it up crazily, the wound was so painful that he didn't even care about it, "What are you doing?! Open the door!!!"
Fang Daichuan yelled frantically, and slammed on the small door frantically.
Li Sinian turned his head and gave a soft "shh", "Shut up, sister Sichuan, there are ghosts inside."
Fang Daichuan tried his best to control his breathing, as if he was drowning, he felt his chest was firmly pressed, no matter how heavily he gasped, he couldn't grab any oxygen.
"I'm not afraid," he leaned against the door, his fingers trembling like spasms, and shouted through the door in a small voice, "you open the door, I want to be with you."
Li Sinian ignored him, leaning his back against the door, staring at the black figure, and rolled up his sleeves.
"I don't know who you are," Li Sinian whispered, "but if you're here for revenge, don't touch the person outside the door."
The black shadow sat safely at the table with his back turned to him, motionless, even the flames in front of him were quiet.
"I've killed too many people," Li Sinian sneered, approaching him slowly and tentatively, "I can't save my life before death, so don't hate me after death."
This room is very small, so cramped that nothing can be placed except for a table, a chair and a safe in the corner.
The man was sitting on the chair, most of his body hidden in the shadow of the candle.
Fang Daichuan's heavy breathing could be clearly heard outside the door.
"Pretending to be a ghost."
The inside became quiet, Fang Daichuan leaned against the wall, his mind was in a terrible mess.
"Li Sinian..." he whispered, as if casting some spell, "you fucking bastard."
"Click".
The lock popped open.
Fang Daichuan instantly stood up straight and clenched his fists.
The door was slowly pushed open, and the light from the candlestick penetrated into the hole bit by bit. Fang Daichuan's eyelashes trembled, and he fixed his eyes on the door.
At the door opening, a tall figure slowly emerged. He lowered his head and his face was pale.
Fang Daichuan's eyes were sour and his eyes were red with stares. It was Li Sinian. Li Sinian pushed open the door, and slowly came out from the shadows. He had a very ugly face, took a deep breath, and said, "It's not a ghost, it's a corpse with a beer belly. Do you remember the one that was lost? The fire was too dark, I didn't see the shadow on the ground, I misunderstood."
Fang Daichuan didn't respond to him.
"There will be no next time." He stood directly opposite Li Sinian, staring at him with burning eyes, his lips were tightly pursed, his attitude was very serious, and he looked even a little aggressive.
Li Sinian was taken aback.
"I don't care whose dead body it is." Fang Daichuan said seriously, "I said, there will be no next time. No matter what is inside, no matter how dangerous it is, I will be by your side. Lock me out, you There is no next time to deal with danger." - The tone is very serious.
Li Sinian stared at him blankly, there were red marks under his eyes, cold sweat was dripping from his forehead, dripping down the side of his face and the bridge of his nose, as if he had been picked up from the sea after drowning. Li Sinian felt a little uncomfortable. He wiped the sweat from the other party's forehead, and argued in a low voice, "I'm worried that you're afraid..."
Halfway through his speech, he couldn't continue. ——Even when he was most frightened, Fang Daichuan's reaction was not so intense, his face was pale, and his shirt was soaked in sweat.
Does losing me scare you more than danger and ghosts? Li Sinian's eyes went blank almost instantly, and he stopped explaining.
"There will be no next time," Li Sinian involuntarily opened his arms towards him, Chen Ken said, "I promise."
Fang Daichuan observed his expression, confirmed that he was telling the truth, and then rushed forward, wrapping his right arm tightly around Li Sinian's shoulder, the danger and fear were instantly withdrawn, and the huge sense of security felt the warm flesh slowly. Come back slowly. Fang Daichuan's arms trembled slightly.
The two settled their emotions for a moment, and then slowly separated.
They were very close, but always a little short of some kind of closest relationship.
Fang Daichuan held his nose and sucked, lowered his head and said, "What did you just say, a corpse with a beer belly?" He was now withdrawn from his emotions, the awe-inspiring aura suddenly disappeared, and he became easy-going and obedient again .
"It's for me." Li Sinian sneered, squeezed his fingers, and pushed open the door.
The corpse was kicked on the ground by him, and after so many days of death, its joints were brittle, and it was tilted to one side in a strange posture.
After confirming that it was a human and not a ghost, Fang Daichuan became more courageous. He stepped forward and turned the corpse over.
Sure enough, it was a beer belly. After being buried in the hot sea for a few days, the corpse had already rotted badly, but it was wrapped in layers of black cloaks, and the smell did not escape. Now being kicked by Li Sinian, and being turned over by him again, the smell of decaying human corpses hits his face, and Fang Daichuan barely spits it out.
"How did he get moved here?" Fang Daichuan covered his nose and wondered, "Yang Song said he saw a ghost, so this is it?"
Li Sinian turned to the table and observed the candlesticks on the table.
The candle was about to burn out, and the wax tears remained in the wax trough of the candlestick, and then flowed out again, making a pool on the table.
"The corpse was brought up last night at the latest, and the day before yesterday at the earliest," Li Sinian said, pointing to the candlestick on the table, "On the fourth day, the villa's electrical system started to fail, before that time, no candlestick was needed to move the corpse. Such a thick candle has been burned out, and it was first lit last night."
"Could it be Yang Song?" Fang Daichuan shivered.
Li Sinian shook his head: "It would be very difficult for Yang Song to carry such a heavy corpse by himself."
Could it be Du Wei? Apart from the two of them, from the fourth day onwards, Du Wei was the only male left. Fang Daichuan thought about it, but didn't ask out loud, so what if he knew who moved it? With so many people dead, it is already very conscientious not to touch the lives of the living. Who cares about the dead bodies at this moment
Li Sinian went around the corner to open the safe. Yang Song obviously didn't go in. He probably saw the corpse and ran downstairs in fright.
Fang Daichuan touched the cloak wrapped around the corpse.
The body was still wearing the clothes it had worn on the first day. Fang Daichuan took out his pocket and found a thin card. He lifted the opponent's thigh with difficulty, and took the card out of the deceased's trouser pocket.
A character card, vintage kraft paper, surrounded by clover flowers, with an ink-stained circle in the middle, written in cursive characters: villager.
Fang Daichuan looked down at the card in a daze, and turned it over several times. He thought of something, and suddenly his whole body trembled.