death of mountain god

"Boss, why is tea in English? Isn't it a direct transliteration?"

"The pronunciation of Hokkien, southerners drink a lot of tea."

The skin of the girl who asked the question was very white, dry and stagnant, without blood color, her brow bone was not as smooth as ordinary oriental people, but protruding, making her eye sockets extraordinarily deep, her jaw was square, and her facial lines were slightly tough. Deep red lip balm, this color seems to have another name, what is it called...Children's color.

Zhou Li suddenly thought of this word, and felt quite uncomfortable when he looked at the girl again, and put several cups of mixed fruit tea on the tray: "Xiao Bu, go and bring it to your brothers and sisters."

"Okay." Blake skillfully played the role of a well-behaved and sensible foreign child, and handed out various cold drinks with a smile.

The fair-skinned girl works in a foreign trade company, and her qualifications are not high, so she can only start a job. Fortunately, she is good at English and sends and receives some business letters to the company, but she is unwilling to be silent in this little-known small company, and I don't have the ability to jump out, so I can only find time to read some books to explain myself.

At this moment, she showed a look of incompatibility: "Schopenhauer felt that if the desire is not satisfied, it will be painful, and if it is satisfied, it will be boring, but I don't even know what I want."

The cat-loving couple on the side of the cabinet looked at each other, the girl lowered her voice and showed a sarcasm: "She is the only one who is lofty, showing off all the old books in her stomach all day long."

The boy next to him obviously didn't think so, but he didn't think it was worth arguing either: "Let her go, anyway, someone will respond."

The girl understood, and glanced at the other companion: "Our young master Fang is very infatuated, and the two of them are agreeing to the classic sentence - I am not afraid of being ugly, you are blind anyway."

It's a pity that the whispers that people think are often not so secretive, such as these few words, all of them fell into Zhou Li's ears.

The boy probably felt that his girlfriend was mean, so he spoke a little impatiently: "Okay, Yao Zhi, Lu Yan has no grudges against you, don't make things big."

Oh, it turned out that the girl was called Lu Yan, and Zhou Li looked at her again. Lu Yan was not a beauty in the traditional sense, with a wide face, downturned corners of her mouth, big and dull eyes, and she looked difficult to get close to.

Listening to the other party's tone, Yao Zhi snorted coldly: "What's the matter, Zhang Ming, which one do you like too? First of all, you have to fight against Master Fang. If nothing else, just give me a 10,000+ necklace." .”

Zhang Ming shook his head when he heard this, and was not angry: "I can't afford to give it away. Besides, she is as white as a zombie. If I can afford it, I won't give it to her. My girlfriend has no time to hurt."

"How can you say that, obviously the dead fish maw floating on the water is more vivid."

The words met his wishes, Yao Zhi finally calmed down, and continued to purr the cat's chin, and the tiger cat squinted its eyes in comfort.

Young Master Fang's full name is Fang Zhuoyan. His name sounds nice and his facial features are average, but his outfit makes him look rich enough on the outside.

Fang Zhuoyan's eyes obviously followed Lu Yan all the time, but unfortunately he was really out of ink, so he couldn't talk to him, and he couldn't say that I will give you whatever you want... This is too stupid.

Since I still have self-knowledge, I shut my mouth and brushed up my favorability. When I saw someone's lipstick stained on the cup, I handed him a facial tissue. I thought he was always staring at him, so I turned my attention to drinking the fruit tea in my hand.

Zhou Li shook his head again and again, this Young Master Fang had a unique vision, but his way of doing things couldn't keep up with his vision. He almost foresaw a tragedy.

"Boss, is the second floor a place to live?" It was Lu Yan who spoke, her face was still cold, and her pair of dull eyes were wide open. The eyeballs were dark but dull, like black holes.

It was flattering to say this from her mouth, Zhou Li gave her a surprised look.

Just about to refuse, Chen Heng cut him off: "It used to be a youth hostel, but it quit later. There are two rooms, one is a standard room, and the other is a small dormitory for four people like a school. You can go up and have a look. If appropriate, it can be cleaned up tonight."

Fang Zhuoyan probably never expected to live in this kind of place, he looked stunned: "Yanyan, my family also has a hotel..."

The couple also looked unhappy, Yao Zhi frowned and looked at Fang Zhuoyan: "Okay, I know that Young Master Fang has a hotel, but since you didn't look at him, does that mean you don't want to get involved with you?"

Fang Zhuoyan probably didn't have the habit of embarrassing others, he mouthed a sentence silently: "None of your business."

Lu Yan also did not argue with him, and explained lightly: "I mean, I want to live here, you can do it yourself."

Fang Zhuoyan changed his smiling face: "I live here too."

The couple whispered a few words, and Zhang Ming made a statement: "We are the same, it is more convenient for us to live together, after all, we are also a group to play."

The remaining three people had little drama, so they nodded directly.

Zhou Li finally saw some tricks. With that couple around, it is not easy for these people to get together.

As soon as Lu Yan heard that there was no change on her face, she just counted the number of people: "We have seven people. Just now the boss said that there is only one room for two people and one room for four people?"

Cheng Wenzhe raised his head upon hearing the words, and stopped his fingers dancing on the phone screen: "I'll just go and sleep with Boss Xiao Zhou, Boss Xiao Zhou?"

"Okay, you can sleep in my children's bed." In Zhou Li's room, there was a bunk bed made of ash wood, and several boxes of clothes and quilts on the upper bunk.

After a while, Chen Heng finished cleaning up the place, twisted his neck to look around, and called out to someone on the second floor: "Okay, let's go up and have a look, and decide who will take the room."

There are six sets of old-fashioned mahogany tables and chairs in the lobby on the second floor, and there is a north-south corridor on each side. The one next to the window is the usual residence of Chen Heng and others. It was divided into three rooms when it was renovated. I made a gold-plated door plate and marked the initials of the names respectively. The other corridor is the place where the youth hostel used to be. On weekdays, no one comes in and out. The ceiling lamp has not been replaced for a long time. gloomy.

While everyone was looking at the empty space of the room, Zhang Ming stood alone at the vent and lit a cigarette. When he was puffing, he was suddenly patted on his right shoulder from behind.

"Who?" He tilted his head and looked at that hand, which looked like cutting an onion root, but it withered into a firewood stick in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Ming suddenly turned around, seeing nothing. He saw a severed hand hanging there alone on his shoulder. He poked the severed hand with his index finger tremblingly, feeling cold and strange to the touch.

He took it away and saw that his fingertips were covered with a lump of rotten flesh, and the severed hand seemed to have eyes, which burrowed into his clothes along his neck.

Zhang Ming yelled and tore off his collar, and slid against the wall to sit on the ground. However, when he was in a hurry, he would be in a hurry, and the more he pulled, the more he couldn't do it. There was still a strange touch on his chest, and he shouted in a broken voice: "You have hands... ...No, there are ghosts!"

Yao Zhi was thinking about the simple shower facilities in the bathroom, when she heard his shout and hurried over, she sprained her foot at the corner, she snarled, kicked off the pair of pointed cat-heeled shoes a few times, and then saw him slumped at the base of the wall Zhang Ming.

She saw her boyfriend lying there motionless, just waiting blankly with his pair of copper bell-like eyes, not daring to move, and hurriedly called out: "Boss, quickly see what's wrong with him."

Zhou Li followed the sound and saw a lump in his chest, asked a few words about the situation, and immediately lifted his clothes.

He saw a hand, Shen Yuntan's left hand.

On the index finger of that hand was a plain silver ring tightly circled, and there was also a not so obvious scratch, it was this scratch that made Zhou Li sure of the owner of the hand.

He subconsciously concealed: "What is this?"

Yao Zhi also saw that hand, and felt that Zhou Li's flag suddenly died down. She felt a thump in her heart, and before she had time to be afraid, she clutched the corner of her clothes and urged, "It's a scorched hand, pointing at his heart, it's a prank in the store. ?"

Burnt hands?Zhou Li took another look to make sure, and suddenly moved the spider silk, which made Yao Zhi yell, "No way!"

Zhou Li pretended not to hear clearly, wrapped the severed hand into a cocoon a few times, and threw it aside with a wave: "Okay, I'm faster than that thing."

Looking back, Yao Zhi was so frightened that he half-kneeled on the ground, he laughed and said, "It's such a great gift, call your boyfriend Hun."

After sucking the flesh and blood, a group of spider silk slowly spread out, leaving behind a place of wreckage, not a hand bone, but a small animal with a complete head and tail.

Zhou Li stared at the skeleton for a while. He knew why he saw Shen Yuntan's hand. There is a saying that you think about it every day and dream at night. What you see can only be your own illusion.

What do you most desire?What are you most afraid of?No need to answer, everything is in sight.

"You see the burnt hand?"

"En." Yao Zhi nodded, and helped Zhang Ming onto the stool next to him.

Zhang Ming didn't look completely scared. There was a red mark on his neck to his chest, like a bruise, and bleeding under the skin. He stretched out his hand and pressed it, his face was distorted by the pain. He wanted to take a bath at first, so he gave up.

"Swelling." Zhou Li handed Yunnan Baiyao with one hand, looking quite guilty: "The incident happened suddenly, fortunately, people are fine, if it is inconvenient to move around, let's stay here for a few days, and there is no need to pay for board and lodging."

Yao Zhi gave him a blank look first, then pursed her lips: "That's how it is."

Zhang Ming felt the pain of iron sand grinding his skin all over his body, and he didn't want to speak. His mind was full of sticky minced meat and dry bones, and he suddenly trembled: "Wait a minute."

Yao Zhi stopped: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Ming looked at her: "You just said that you saw a burnt hand, is it a hand or a black hand bone?"

Yao Zhi looked at the table and thought about it for a moment, then hesitated and said, "Hand...well, it's not a bare hand bone anyway, there is a layer of charcoal or something on the outside."

Zhang Ming stared at her: "Are you sure? What I saw was a black hand bone, which was as clean as a specimen."

Yao Zhi also hesitated now, it is obviously the same thing, at the same moment, how could it be different?

"I don't know... maybe I remember wrong?"

"What you just described is very clear. There are attachments on the outside of the bones. Except for the first time I thought it was a woman's hand, the bones I saw later were not attached to anything else."

Zhou Li played sloppy eyes: "Maybe, seeing is not necessarily believing. Do you remember that there was a small game to test observation? It is obviously a lot of straight lines, but the brain's response to us is a lot of curves."

"There is a scene in Sherlock where the protagonist sees a monster. There are no monsters in the world. He did see it. It turns out that it is a hallucinogenic substance that affects the nerves."

It was Lu Yan's voice, Yao Zhi turned around and saw her coming.

The author has something to say:

"I was able to trust my senses and the evidence I saw with my own eyes until last night."

"You can't believe you've seen some kind of monster."

"Yes, I don't believe it."

"But I did see it, so the question is, how?"

——"Sherlock" S02E02 adapted from "The Hound of the Baskervilles"