Being targeted by the boss of the escape game

"A child from the village?"

Lu Weixing looked at the magnificent juniper forest behind him, and a look of ambiguity flashed in his eyes.

"Why do you have to raise so many children, and what are these dead ones?"

However, it was getting late, and it might be dangerous not to go back. Chu Ling and Lu Weixing reburied the columbarium back with full of doubts.

When I returned to the village, it was already late, the village was sparsely populated, and the children who ran around during the day were gone. The houses on both sides had turned off the lights early and it was pitch black, only Xiaolanhua’s yard was still lit.

Seeing Chu Ling come back, Lu Shaoyan probed and asked, "Where have you been?"

Lu Weixing opened his mouth and said, "I went to the head of the village, and there is a juniper forest there."

"The juniper tree?" Lu Shaoyan was taken aback, apparently he did not expect the young man in front of him to tell himself so bluntly, and turned back to God, "Is there really a juniper tree? What's under there?"

"What's the matter..." Lu Weixing smiled, "You will know if you go and see for yourself."

Lu Shaoyan's face turned cold, but he didn't dare to get angry when he thought of Lu Weixing, so he sat aside embarrassingly.

Today's dinner is still very bad. Looking at the sticky green juice and the strange taste in the plate, Chu Ling doubts whether it is edible. A few days ago, he could convince himself that it was just a bad presentation, but today's dish is completely It cannot be called a dish.

"Lingling, don't eat it." Lu Weixing said out loud.

"Okay." Chu Ling thought that the food she brought was enough anyway, so she nodded and went back to the room with Lu Weixing to make a bucket of noodles by herself.

Sitting on the head of the bed, Chu Ling hugged the beef noodles and sighed: "It's strange, why do you cook that kind of unpalatable meal? It doesn't seem like you're going to starve us to death. It just feels disgusting to us."

Lu Weixing: "Well, I've heard that in ancient times, there were famines caused by droughts and so on, and there would be cases of changing children and eating them."

"Changing food?" Chu Ling paused while eating noodles, suffocated, and coughed twice before speaking, "Cough, but this dungeon is completely unnecessary. Although it is unpalatable, you can still eat it. That level."

"Yeah, it's not that far, the weird juniper tree nursery rhyme, the strange things in the village, and those dead babies..."

Lu Weixing's dark eyes flickered in the dim room: "Pomegranate Village, Pomegranate itself means having more children and more blessings."

Chu Ling: "Those people in the village also talk about raising children for old age, so they are actually using babies to hide from something? Or are they using children for their own benefit? Those half-grown children are what they rely on for survival."

Lu Weixing said, "I really want to know what they are doing with the children..."

After eating, the two washed up and went to bed. I don't know if it was because of being too tired, or because of the ashes jars that Chu Ling saw during the day, Chu Ling always heard some faint voices.

He heard someone singing, singing the song of the juniper tree, the voice was childish, obviously the voice of a child.

"Bury me under a tree..."

The thin voice lingered in his ears, Chu Ling woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a huge face that had been placed in front of him. He closed his eyes and opened them again, that pale face was still in front of his eyes.

He rubbed his eyes, the two black eyeballs moved, and his cold breath sprayed on his neck.

"You saw me." The voice sounded very uncomfortable.

"No, I'm blind."

Chu Ling closed her eyes resolutely, but the sharp childish voice sounded again: "If you don't open them, I'll take your eyeballs out and play with them."

Eyes are the windows of everyone's soul. In order to protect the windows, Chu Ling opened them resolutely. The ghost baby floated to the roof, its hair was tightly attached to its head, its face was blue and white, there were red bloodshot spots on its temples, and its lips were black and purple. Like suffocation.

Chu Ling tilted her head again, and there was another lying on the edge of the bed, wearing a tiger-head hat, cloudy vertical pupils, two pointed teeth, and holding a dead dog in her arms.

I don't know if it's because of vertigo, Chu Ling felt as if he saw flies flying around, and the musty smell in the room became heavier.

Although it looks a little different from the daytime, Chu Ling still recognizes that this is Chunchun and Huahua among those children.

Chunchun looked at Chu Ling: "Aren't you afraid of us?"

Chu Ling: "Scared."

Chunchun had never met such a direct person, he blinked and asked again: "But you neither called nor cried."

"Am I not scary enough?" Chunchun climbed down from the roof beam and hung upside down. With a crisp sound of 'Gez', he turned his head 180 degrees, his long tongue swayed in the air, and the sticky red liquid dripping on the ground.

Huahua raised her head: "We like you very much, you gave us a gift, do you want to stay with us forever?"

"No." A cool voice sounded.

Lu Weixing, who didn't know when he woke up, jumped up from the bed, stretched out his hand and grabbed Chunchun's tongue, pulled his head up and threw it on the ground, his head turned around, and was thrown into the corner .

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts, my head is so dizzy."

Chunchun's head screamed and jumped up from the ground and flew back to his body. Because of the angle, he pretended to be reversed. He tried his best to straighten his head and looked at the figure in the dark: "Why are you so fierce? I like him too. Brother Chu is so angry. Gentle, what's wrong with dividing us in half?"

Lu Weixing smiled: "Why do you want to be half of one person?"

Chunchun stretched out his short, fat little finger and gestured: "Cut him open and leave half to accompany us. I prefer the right half. He can stay here with us forever, for a long, long time."

"Oh, no, he's mine." Lu Weixing raised his chin slightly, a smile appeared on his childish face, "Is your urn also in the juniper forest?"

A terrified look appeared on Chunchun's pale face, and his tongue was so frightened that he retracted: "You, you don't know that one is mine!"

"It's okay, I can burn them one by one. Are you afraid that you won't be found after the whole forest is burned?" Lu Weixing said as he took out a lighter from his pocket, followed by gestures like Chunchun before, orange Colored flames danced between his fingers.

"Ah, woo woo woo, you are a bad person... woo woo..."

"It's scary, Mom, someone is going to kill a ghost—"

Chunchun and Huahua were so frightened that they cried loudly, turned around and ran out of the house.

Chu Ling turned her head stiffly: "Were you serious just now?"

"You said burning trees?" Lu Weixing smiled back, and put the lighter back into his arms, "Just kidding, set fire to the mountain, and sit in prison."

But for some reason, until sleeping, Chu Ling felt that Lu Weixing was not joking just now.

After finishing off the two little ghosts, Chu Ling fell asleep again and slept until dawn without a dream.

The food in the morning is relatively easy to swallow during the day. When Chu Ling was eating, he saw Xiao Huang and Xiao Lan were very happy at the table, as if they had encountered some happy event.

After a simple meal, the children came out again, and the two children, Chunchun and Huahua, looked terrified, obviously still worried about Lu Weixing's rhetoric about setting fire to the mountain last night, and they kept standing far away from them Yes, dare not approach.