ID number 019

"Fuck, Chen Yang, you fucking came out!" Xiang Dong breathed a sigh of relief, he threw away the cigarette and rushed up the stairs, picked up Chen Yang and stuffed it into his arms.

Chen Yang pushed him away.

Xiangdong still wants to catch Chen Yang, and the painter downstairs said: "In case of entering the illusion again, I propose to go out and chat."

"Ah... that's right." Chen Yang handed Chao Jian's crutch to Xiang Dong, "Help me get it."

He carried the chaotic note on his back and went downstairs quickly.

Looking eastward at the two crutches in his hand: "...huh?"

This thing has blood feud with Lao Tzu, so it should be thrown away.

A smile appeared on the painter's sallow and thin face: "Without the cane, Chao Jian will live on Chen Yang's back."

east:"……"

go fuck it!

Chen Yang carried Chao Jian out of the attic. He glanced at Widow Zhou who was standing next to the inn with a lantern, frowned, and turned a corner before putting down Chao Jian.

"The crutches are at Xiangdong." Chen Yang heard the footsteps, "He and the painter are heading here..."

Before she finished speaking, Chao Jian put her left leg on the ground and leaned against the wall to look over.

When Chen Yang thought of something, he hurriedly said "you wait for me here" before leaving the corner and ran to Xiang Dong.

"You guys go back to the inn first, I'll talk to Chao Jian about something, and I'll go back later."

Chen Yang returned to the corner with a cane.

"Damn, what are you talking about, you have to drive us away, and you have to be quiet, you can't be with the big guys..." Xiangdong couldn't help but follow, he stopped the car again, and returned to the painter with a dead face, " Let's go back to the inn."

The two of them passed by Widow Zhou without stopping.

Widow Zhou didn't respond either.

At the corner, Chen Yang tried to sort out the scenes in the illusion. Every time he sorted out a part, he would tell Chen Yang that he had been observing the other party's expression during this period.

Nothing was observed, zero gains.

Maybe it's too dark.

Or maybe Chao Jian's emotions have withdrawn from the storm and become dead still.

Chen Yang moved closer: "Have you entered my illusion?"

Chao Jane lowered her head: "Yes."

"Then have you seen my sister?" Chen Yang asked.

Chao Jian is still "hmm".

Chen Yang became excited, he grabbed Chao Jian's arm with all his strength, the cold touch made him startled: "What did my sister say?"

Chao Jian's expression was blurred: "She will bless you."

Chen Yang blinked: "Bless me?"

Taking a half step back towards Jane, the outline of her face was completely hidden in the darkness: "She hopes you can go back."

Chen Yang asked without hesitation: "Where are you going?"

"Go home." Chao Jian said.

go home?

go home...

Chen Yang fell silent. When he entered the mission world for the first time, he wanted his sister to protect him.

This time I could have seen her.

It's a pity that I entered the wrong illusion.

The one he entered, had no sister.

"She didn't ask for anything from you, did she?" Chen Yang said, "For example, asking you to tell her a story."

Chao Jane shook her head.

Chen Yang handed the cane to Chao Jian, and he suddenly remembered that before entering the illusion, the other party said a few words to him, and immediately withdrew the crutch he handed over.

"Did you already know that there are ghosts in the attic, which can pull people into illusions?"

Reminded him several times.

Chao Jian said: "When I went upstairs, I heard you calling me."

Chen Yang was shocked, he thought that Chao Jian was taking the medicine as a milk tablet, and when he became manic, he discovered the abnormality, but he didn't expect it to be earlier.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Chen Yang suppressed his temper, "If you said it earlier, wouldn't we be able to avoid it?"

"It's too late by then, and," Chao Jian paused for a moment, stretched out her hand, held her own crutch, rubbed her fingertips, and said, "You have to get used to it sooner or later."

Chen Yang was dumbfounded.

The partner's tone seems to be saying that children will only be supported by adults when they are just learning to walk, and they will not be supported for a lifetime.

You should try to go by yourself.

You have to get used to walking by yourself.

"Illusion is the most common and most terrifying thing." Chao Jian put her arm on the crutch, her voice was low and hoarse.

Chen Yang said: "Is it common? I've done a few missions, but it's the first time I went in, and I wasn't selected for the bathing place."

Chao Jian did not explain to him the elements of the illusion in detail, but only said: "Chen Yang, you are not lucky every time."

Chen Yang: "... Got it."

The first time is raw and the second time is familiar, and next time he goes in, he will face the things in his heart, those painful experiences that he uses selective amnesia to forget, and he doesn't want to think about.

Chen Yang recalled the illusion this time, it was the private part of his partner, he accidentally touched it, he asked tentatively: "Is everything in the illusion real?"

Zhao Jian walked forward on crutches, with her slightly bent back facing him: "It's true."

"Then you..." Chen Yang hesitated, "Your left leg..."

"It will be fine." Chao Jian tilted her head back, staring at him with eyes that knew nothing, and paused every word, "It will be fine."

Chen Yang's breathing stagnated, and the boy in the illusion seemed to coincide with Chao Jian, and he scratched the sweaty back of his neck: "Let's work hard together, keep training, and when you don't need crutches, I'll rent two bicycles , let's go out and play."

Chao Jian in front didn't make a sound.

Chen Yang walked up to Chao Jian, turned to face him, and smelled the smell of medicine in his breath: "Don't want to ride a bike?"

"No." Chao Jian seemed to be impatient, and her breath became a little heavier.

"..." Chen Yang said, "Then I will teach you."

Chao Jane frowned: "You don't need to teach."

Chen Yang followed him and said: "Okay, then you can learn by yourself, I only want your left leg to be good, don't be like in the illusion, to be honest, I am a little psychologically shadowed, but fortunately, the illusion is not all what happened in the real world, otherwise I I have to suspect you..."

Chao Jian suddenly sneered: "What do you doubt me?"

Chen Yang's sloppy thoughts closed instantly, and he smiled: "It's nothing."

Suspecting that you once had the idea of ​​smashing that leg, Chen Yang said in his heart.

At 09:30, everyone gathered in Qian Han and Ge Fei's room.

Qian Han had a few scratches on the back of his hand. He said that he was attacked by a lunatic woman from the Earth Temple. If it wasn't for Ge Fei, he would be cold now.

Facing Qian Han's gratitude, Ge Fei's reaction was mediocre, he didn't seem to think that it was nothing, it was just a little effort.

There was a scent in the room, emanating from the bodies of several girls. They had all bathed and changed their clothes, wearing the clothes given by Widow Zhou.

Miss Qiao is the most fragrant, but also the most lustful.

It was obviously a very ordinary gown and trousers, Xiangzimu, big-eyed girl, and Zhuzhu were wearing the girl next door, and Ms. Qiao was wearing it to seduce people everywhere.

The figure is too good.

The temperament is also very seductive, it floats out of the bones, and it can't be plain in a sack.

Old Wu looked at Ms. Qiao frequently, pulling at the hem of his clothes from time to time, and the ring on his hand was set off ironically by his wretched action.

Miss Qiao yawned lazily with a cigarette between her fingers: "I haven't made any progress, how about you?"

Chen Yang listened to the others.

The result disappointed him, except for the big-eyed girl and Zhuzhu, the rest were not found.

Of course it does not rule out that someone is lying.

It was like this every time, no matter what he said, the impromptu team composed of most strangers couldn't get together.

The big-eyed girl saw that Chen Yang was not in a good mood, so she told him about the old man Zhao and Li Erban sleeping in the same coffin.

Teacher Xie was puzzled and said, "Isn't the old man Zhao suffering from a terminal illness and will not live for half a year? His fish is eaten by others? Or am I remembering wrong?"

Ge Fei was leaning against the bed, holding a cattail leaf fan that he didn't know where it came from: "That's right, that's what I remember."

"Then who doesn't even let his fish go?" Mr. Xie said, "Isn't it just a few months of life, and you have to grab it?"

"Mr. Xie, what do you not understand? The fish swims to your hand, can you not catch it?" Old Wu was still angry that he exposed his desire on the spot, and his tone was not very good, "Don't say a few months, just a few days Life, that will not let go."

Old Wu snorted: "Haven't you heard an old saying, no matter how small a fly's leg is, it's still meat."

The room was silent.

"It's terrible..." the big-eyed girl whimpered.

Xiang Dong yelled fiercely: "Why are you crying? This is where you are. Hold on!"

The big-eyed girl twitched and covered her mouth.

This man is super handsome, with a super masculine physique, but he turned out to be gay.

A gay who doesn't show mercy.

Zhuzhu revealed the matter of Yang Erzhu, and everyone chatted for a while, and the smell in the room was unbearable.

None of the eight men took a shower.

Only the painter's clothes didn't smell of sweat, and the other seven...

"let's talk tomorrow!"

The big-eyed girl was so smelly of sweat that she opened the door, pointed and said, "The hut over there is a place for bathing, so I fetch water from the well and pour some warm water on my body."

At ten o'clock, Widow Zhou came back with a lantern and closed the back door.

Just after taking a shower, Chen Yang greeted her with his dirty clothes in his arms.

Widow Zhou said: "Mr. Chen, give me the clothes. I'll go to the river tomorrow morning..."

"No need, mine won't be washed." Chen Yang declined.

Widow Zhou said incomprehensibly, "Don't you wash it? It smells very strong if you wear it in summer. It doesn't smell good and it will attract mosquitoes."

"It's okay, I'm away from home, and I'm used to packing up my dirty clothes and taking them back to wash."

Chen Yang gathered up the dirty clothes.

The old mission worker at the rest station had severe PTSD. Before he died, he smelled the scent of incense on him and Chao Jian, and it seemed like he was going crazy.

Chao Jian lighted that incense every day to sleep, he also suffered from post-traumatic disease, and his condition was very bad during this mission, Chen Yang wanted to keep his clothes, as there was residual incense smell on them.

"Sleep." Chao Jian approached with a body of water vapor.

Chen Yang said to Widow Zhou: "Good night."

Widow Zhou stood quietly in the courtyard for a while, then blew out the lantern, the courtyard became dark, and a waning moon hung in the sky.

The entire inn became blurred.

In the room, Chen Yang leaned his mobile phone against the wall behind the table and put it vertically. He took out the evening scent in the light, and planned to put some at the head and foot of the bed.

Chao Jian stopped and said, "Put it away and throw it by the door."

Chen Yang asked with his eyes.

"Otherwise you will get dizzy and it will be bad for your respiratory tract." Chao Jian said.

Chen Yang could only cancel his action.

"It's very hot." Chen Yang glanced at the wooden window in the room, and resisted moving it. There was no screen window there, and once the window was opened, they would be engulfed by mosquitoes.

As soon as Chen Yang lay on the bed, he felt sparks rising from his back. As soon as he leaned towards Jian, the sparks ignited into a raging fire, which made him sweat profusely, and the bath was wasted.

Back then in Chen Xishuang's hometown, they slept in small beds, but it was April, not as hot as it is now.

Now really...

Chen Yang sat up: "Let's take turns tomorrow night, one person sleeps on the chair, one person sleeps on the bed, it's better."

A cool breeze responded to him.

Chao Jian took Chen Yang's small notebook and fanned it casually.

Chen Yang lay down silently, allowing himself to completely hide in the wind. He closed his eyes to get sleepy, and suddenly asked, "When I came out of the illusion, why did you hug me?" Still hugging so... pitifully?

There was a barely noticeable pause in the movement of fanning toward Jane.

"Do you think I can't get out?" Chen Yang turned his head and stroked his wet hair, "No, your partner is not that good."

Chao Jian continued to fan the wind without saying a word.

Chen Yang peeked at the boy's left leg which was bent casually. It seems that the knot in his heart about this leg is the "brother".

Chao Jian said that the things in the illusion are true and false. If the assumptions are true, then the reason why he doesn't use his left leg is because he thinks that his leg is a drag on that person, and he doesn't want to be left behind by the other party.

That was Chao Jian's fear.

Speaking of which, can the ghosts in the illusion recognize the wrong person?

Or, in the eyes of that boy, his face became another person?

Just like Chao Jian, the younger sister also regards him as herself?

There seems to be something wrong.

Chen Yang sat up again, he moved his body, leaning his back against the cool wall, facing Chao Jian.

"You..." Chen Yang wanted to say something, but he got stuck at the beginning, he didn't know what to say, he didn't know what to say, he "you" for a long time, his heart was inexplicably blocked, and he still felt a little dull pain, "Forget it, go to sleep."

"The time for the fourth fish tide is getting closer. We need to find clues. Which houses to visit for funerals tomorrow morning? People in the town will know about Old Man Zhao. We will see their reactions when the time comes, as well as the mayor. We want……"

Chen Yang's words were covered by a hand.

He leaned over to Jane, put his cool lips close to his ear, and said in a breathy voice: "There are mice in the room, please be quiet."

Chen Yang: "..."

Chao Jian said again: "Don't disturb them."

Chen Yang: "..."

It's not it, it's them? ? ?