this is not a joke

Chapter 508 Patrol

Wei An counted with his fingers.

The third watch is probably between 11 am and 1 am, and the fifth watch is between 3 am and 5 am.

That is to say, during these two time periods, I have to go out to patrol.

"But what time is it now?"

He looked around the residence and found that there was nothing else worth noting.

Well, except for the bundle of incense that I don't know how to use yet.

Wei An was slightly taken aback, his eyes fixed on the bundle of incense.

According to the content of the "Instructions for Left Behind", other copper plates, paper money, etc. are useful, but this bundle of incense does not seem to be used.

But since this thing appears here, it must have its usefulness, and it cannot be a decoration.

At this time, Wei An remembered that just before entering this residence, he smelled a faint smell of incense from the end of the long and narrow courtyard, that is, the direction of the hut not far from the residence.

"Could it be the smell from this kind of incense?" Wei An was surprised.

The watchmen in ancient times had some special methods of timing, such as watching the hourglass, or burning incense.

For example, a stick of incense lasts for half an hour or an hour, depending on the craftsmanship of this type of incense, and incense candles in temples can usually burn for about an hour per stick.

So the time for a stick of incense is basically one hour.

But in the real world where I live, sometimes a stick of incense only represents 15 minutes, or even 5 minutes.

When Wei An came outside the house, he immediately smelled the faint scent of incense again. He followed the direction and walked to the corner on the other side of the hut.

Sure enough, I soon saw the light of a not-so-bright joss stick, and the faint scent became stronger, dispelling the stink that constantly permeated the hut.

Wei An squatted down to take a look, and found a stick of burning incense stuck in the soil on the ground, and two sticks beside it had been burned out, leaving only the wooden stick at the bottom.

Next to it is a ventilated window sill of the hut, on which there is a piece of black charcoal, and there are many graffiti drawn with black charcoal on the wall of the hut. After looking carefully, Wei An found that these were not graffiti, but someone had drawn a lot on them. Horizontal lines, and then wipe off, so repeatedly, so that the wall is full of stains.

But fortunately, I can clearly see the newly drawn horizontal lines, and there are three in total.

"Three articles, three shifts?!" Wei An muttered to himself.

Right now, half of the sticks of incense are still burning out, so if it is the third watch, it is the time for Wei An to patrol.

The last person left behind may have been recording time in this way, and the burning incense is exactly the same as the bundle of incense in the room of the residence, and each stick is thicker.

One stick of incense takes about an hour, and two sticks of incense are burned, and it takes about one watch, so after the stick of incense is burned out, it will enter the fourth watch.

"Hurry up and make the first patrol, or the time is almost up!"

Wei An immediately stood up, walked through the long and narrow courtyard, entered the passage, and walked around in the direction of the front of the lobby.

This time he walked on the right side of the lobby, and when he went to the dormitory room just now, he walked on the left side of the lobby.

The journey was uneventful. After patrolling from the passage to the main entrance of the lobby, Wei An took a look at the burning oil lamp standing in the lobby. It seemed that the light was very stable. However, if this door is not covered by a door, there is no guarantee that a gust of wind will not blow in. I'm afraid it will blow out the kerosene lamp.

So Wei An thought that during the day, he still needed to find two door panels to repair the door.

Because he had just entered the lobby, the security guard on patrol this time did not re-enter. Instead, he passed by the entrance of the lobby, walked around to the courtyard passage on the other side, and was about to walk to his room.

This patrol road is very short, so it will not take time and effort. Just as he entered the passage, he heard a strange noise in the lobby behind him, like the sound of wooden boards hitting lightly, but it ended soon.

Wei An was taken aback, and he paused for a while, but he didn't go back to check, because the "Notes" said that if he heard any abnormal noises in the lobby during the patrol, he should not pay attention to it, so although he was curious, But suppress it immediately.

He quickly returned to his residence, the first patrol was over, and after waiting for a while, Wei An took another stick of incense and went to the corner outside the hut. When the stick of incense was about to burn out, he immediately continued to light it. Insert the incense in your hand into the soil aside.

Then he took the piece of black charcoal on the window sill, and drew a fourth line on the wall, indicating that it was now the fourth watch.

At the same time, a stick of incense was inserted beside it as a backup, and it will be lit later.

After the two sticks of incense are burned out, it means that the fourth watch is over.

But there is one bad thing, because Wei An has to change the incense alone, which makes Wei An unable to sleep at all, and has to get up to change the incense every hour of sleep.

But he didn't feel sleepy at the moment, maybe it had something to do with the rules of this Yi Zhuang strange talk.

Because of the frequent changing of incense, patrols, and the calculation of the three-day storage period, if a person stays here, he basically has no time to rest. The feeling of hunger, sleepiness and urination and defecation that are full of fireworks in the world.

Since he didn't feel sleepy, he picked up the record book again, and for the convenience of seeing it more clearly, he stood outside the door of the residence so that the light of the lantern could shine on the record book.

The record written by my previous person left behind was very standard. In addition to the records of the three corpses, this person also recorded his own night watch, changing incense candles, and his comments on the lobby, residence, passage, courtyard, kitchen, and hut. Cleanliness etc.

This guy seems serious, detailing everything, and writing in the record book how many days he has been here.

But on the last page that Wei An turned to, he wrote that it was his sixth day on duty.

In other words, this guy either left successfully on the sixth day, or failed the mission and died here, and there is no record behind it.

However, Wei An speculates that the chances of him leaving successfully are not high, because the "Notice" has already stated that it takes ten days to complete the task, and this guy lost his record on the sixth day, probably due to an accident.

Either the other party has found a way to get rid of this strange talk in advance, or...

"Could it be that the sixth day of his visit is actually the tenth day of the ghost talk mission?" Wei An was stunned.

This possibility also exists, but it can only be determined after a security investigation.

There are many clues hidden in this workbook, and he plans to use this night to read the workbook to see what happened before so that he can prepare himself.

However, after reading the first page, he counted it carefully and found that there were only three job information of the left-behind people recorded on it.

It is impossible that no one has come in before, and the traces may have been erased.

Thinking about it this way, Wei An knew that he was going to record the first day's information on it, so he glanced hesitantly at the fine brush, and then at the crude inkstone.

First, I scooped a little water from the large water tank outside, poured some into the inkstone, rubbed it lightly for a while, then picked up the brush with some awkwardness, dipped it in the ink, and wrote to the workbook.

Sure enough, my calligraphy is terrible, but as long as I can recognize it, the brush in my hand is very small, because this workbook is actually not big.

Wei An wrote carefully, recording what happened to him that day.

Just after writing a sentence, a faint singing sound suddenly came from the front of the lobby.

(End of this chapter)