Escape from the Sly Door [Unlimited Stream]

The aunt in green clothes kept holding the old woman's hand and chatting endlessly, and she didn't stop until dinner was ready.

The cooked food was served by girls from the village, all with hairpins and hats. When passing by Shen Mo and the man, Mo Mo saw that the girl in the flowered shirt secretly stuffed a handful of red meat under the rice bowl. The crystal-shaped donkey-hide gelatin jujube was put into the man's hand, and the man put it in the young man's bowl without any hassle, and was silent for a while.

The person in front didn't turn his head, as if he felt that he didn't move his chopsticks, he turned his head and said, "What's the matter, don't you like to eat?"

On the other side, Mo Mo saw that the girl in the floral shirt saw this side, covered her face and said something to the girl next to her, with a disappointed expression on her face.

Sitting on the big pillar on the other side of the man and by the fire on the other side, a girl with bangs looked at each other and pushed the man's shoulder: "Huzi, you are so kind to your brother, but you don't know that there is a daughter-in-law?" That's good..." After finishing speaking, he raised his eyebrows at the man, "When the weather is cold, and a daughter-in-law warms the bed, tsk tsk, that taste..."

Seeing Dazhu's smile, he was silent and ashamed, but the man who was pushed was expressionless, and forked the roasted meat on top into the young man's bowl.

After eating and drinking enough, it’s time for tonight’s entertainment. Dazhu got up to get the drum, and sat by the bonfire in the middle. The sound of "dong dong" came to my ears, and with the yelling of a country girl, the colored balls began to roll and hand over in the hands of the first person...

Mo Mo sat behind the man and stared at him for a while, until the colored ball was close to him, and then quickly moved his chair to lean back.

His gut told him he couldn't play the game.

As the drums stopped, the audience cheered.The one holding the ball was a bearded man, holding the ball in his rough hands and smiling shyly, "This, this..."

"Quick, hurry up..."

The crowd cheered, a group of young people clapped their hands and laughed, people next door pushed and pushed, and the girl's drum by the fire on the other side stopped.

The one holding the ball was a delicate girl with pigtails, Apple's face was redder with the firelight...

Silence watched the two pick off the red flowers on their chests, one went to the girl's pile, and the other came to the man's pile.

The girl who received the flowers over there blushed and was laughed at by the companion next to her. Here, the girl with the braids came straight towards the two of them...

Mo Mo watched the delicate girl stand in front of them, blushed and put the flower in her hand on the knee of the coffin face... Then she covered her face and ran away...

The man bowed his head and remained motionless.

With the drum beating again, the flower sending activity started again.

This evening, the coffin face got the most flowers, including the two girls who went to the market together last time, and the old lady in the distance laughed so hard that she showed her three rotten teeth.

Silent but terrified, one, two, three...

There were fewer and fewer red flowers on the chest, silently watching the fewer and fewer flowers on the chest of the men in the encirclement, stood up, sat down again... Finally, the drum stopped in front of the man.

Mo Mo looked at the hydrangea balls on his hands... couldn't help swallowing.

The world seemed to be silent, the drums on the other side also stopped, and the sound of cracking melon seeds in the distance gradually disappeared. Countless eyes were cast on this side, but the silence wanted to run away...

Especially when those black eyes turned to look at him...

The man placed the cloth ball embroidered with flowers and plants with his left hand, and flexibly untied the red cloth flowers on his chest with his right hand.

Standing up, the crowd was already whispering.

"Look at Dumb, who is it..."

"... Shaoqin."

"I don't think so..."

"..."

Silence saw the man turn around.

The audience booed, and many men laughed and "cut".

When the man turned around and sat down again, the audience continued to laugh and start the next activity, silently staring at the red flower in the palm of their hand for a while.

When the play was finally over, the village names moved their own stools and went back to their respective houses with their own things, and the two walked to the low house one after the other.

The old woman couldn't bear it anymore and went back early. Shen Mo followed and looked at the man holding flowers in one hand and two stools in the other. She stepped forward and said, "I, let me help you."

The man turned his head with strange eyes.

Still didn't say anything, took the things and went back to the house first.

As soon as the door was closed, she sat silently by the bed. After a while, the door opened again. The man brought water in after putting away his things and put them on the ground.

Shen Mo took off his shoes and socks and put them on his feet. Holding the red flower in his hand, he looked at the man who entered the door again with a towel and said, "Coffin face, how much do you remember?"

The man bent down, reached into the tub, and grabbed the young man's feet amidst the young man's exclamation.

"do not leave Me."

Coffin-face has been taking care of him for the past few days. It has only been a few weeks since he was uncomfortable at the beginning and now he is used to it. However, Coffin-face has never washed his feet. This feeling is really strange. Especially the other party's palm is so big, the fingertips are rough, and the temperature of the palm is hotter than the soles of his feet after soaking.

The man allowed the young man to struggle, and a spray of water came out, which made the muddy ground dizzy, and the color of the wet ground deepened...

After a long while, the young man was tired from struggling, he was panting for breath, and then he slowly took out his white jade-like foot, wiped it dry with a dry handkerchief, and then changed to the other one.

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The next day, Shen Mo went to the mountain to deliver food to the man while holding the food and yawning. Halfway there, he encountered a few villagers rushing back with hoes and sickles.

"Dead people are dead, hurry up, go back quickly..."

"Come on..."

Mo Mo saw the big pillar rushing from behind and hurried forward to ask without caring about the food box in his hand, "What's going on?"

Da Zhuzi's expression was ugly: "Xiaofeng is dead."

Xiaofeng?Is it a villager?

By the time Silence arrived, he had already gasped.

The head of the girl who was still flushed last night was hung on the beam, the only remaining neck meat of the girl was hooked upside down by the huge scale, the braid was untied, the whole piece of hair was hanging down, clumped, and all the coagulation and hanging were full of blood , a pair of eyes wide open, from the eyelids to the eyeballs are empty, the nostrils and mouth are wide open, the whole body is missing...

Before Silence could stagger his eyes, a hand had already covered his eyes.

The whole hall of villagers talked to each other.

"Who is the murderer?"

"Xiaofeng was fine last night. I saw her fetching water from the well this morning."

"Who killed Xiaofeng so cruelly..."

"What kind of hatred, what kind of resentment... Xiaofeng died so badly..."

"Who will look for..."

"There must always be a dead body..."

Mo Mo followed the villagers to the back hall, and there was a room behind Xiaofeng's room. A girl's room was always more delicate than others'. There were paper-cuts on the table, a stack of beautiful clothes on the stool, and the floor was paved. Asphalt, so the red blood stains on it were so obvious, spreading all the way to the bed, and a large pool of bright red blood stains on the quilt was shocking.

"God damned..."

"This world never stops..."

"Hurry up and drag the murderer out and shoot him..."

There were villagers looking for Xiaofeng's body everywhere outside, and they all shook their heads when they came back at night.

It's so weird, the body below will run away from home by itself.

Shen Mo sat on the stool and watched the man spread the quilt on the bed. The man didn't seem to have any feeling about Xiaofeng's death. This was the first girl who gave him flowers last night.

But it's normal... Shen Mo couldn't help but make sure again.

"Coffin face, can ghosts die?"

The man made the bed without stopping, but the words he said made Shen Mo feel a little cold.

"meeting."

After laying out a thin mat, she turned around and sat on the edge of the bed.

"For ghosts, it is more appropriate to say that they are dying."

The wind is howling outside the window, like a baby crying at night, or like a ghost crying at night. If you listen carefully, you will find that it is Xiaofeng's relatives crying.

"Did that Xiaofeng 'disappear'?" Shen Mo couldn't help but tapped the table with his index finger.

"Ah."

It also means being so patient and careful with the people in front of you.

"Its five senses have been hollowed out, and its soul has been eaten."

This was the first time that a ghost died without killing anyone, how could Shen Mo not be surprised.

The man looked at the sky, "Go to sleep."

Shen Mo looked at the packed bed, as if to welcome him into the bed, his eyes flashed.

It was cold outside, as if only the heat of the man was the only comfort in the middle of the night, but...it would be more beautiful if he ignored the things that were holding him underneath.

In the deep night, ghosts howling all over the world, in a dark room, a hand stretched out from the cotton wool, and then came out black hair, a thin neck, and a strong upper body...

Silent top-to-bottom coverage...four-lip fit...

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Shen Mo opened his eyes, the smell of flour came from his nose, and his stomach was rumbling early in the morning.

He stepped out with his slippers on, and there was a note on the table.

"Open the steamer in the middle, the eggs are underneath."

Mo Mo went into the kitchen and opened the pot, as expected, the porridge was warmed on top, and there was another layer underneath, which was originally water, but now there were three round eggs lying in it.

The old woman didn't know what excuse the man used to spend it, she sat silently by the stove and ate with a bowl in her hand.

Halfway through eating, I heard the sound of rushing footsteps, accompanied by the wailing of the old woman.

"Oh my God, Lady Hua is dead, poor little Hua..."

Seeing the voice pass by the kitchen, Shen Mo hurriedly cleaned up the egg shells on the floor, but the old woman swayed and rushed over without even giving Silence a look.

When Silence finished eating and came out, the village was boiling again.

All the villagers walking outside looked panic-stricken.

There were whispers everywhere.

"Again only a head... no body..."

"It's so miserable this time, you didn't see... that head is rotten..."

In the distance, a man was carrying a load of packed rice bags, and took Shen Mo's hand to bring him back to the house.

"stop looking."

"But……"