ID number 019

The ditch is dark, the air is hot and cold, and the two extremes are mixed together, making people feel a little suffocated.

"Aren't we a team?" The big-eyed girl stared at Ge Fei in disgust, "You caught the name fish of your teammate, why didn't you say it about such a big thing?"

Ge Fei said dryly, "Sorry."

"The person you are most sorry for will not be able to hear your apology." Zhuzhu was full of indignation, "Because of an experiment, you indirectly or directly killed two people and a cat."

Ge Fei arched his back and cried bitterly, not sure if it was guilt or anxiety.

Chen Yang looked at the crying young man: "Where is the cat's body?"

Ge Fei put down the hand holding his head, revealing his red eyes, he stared blankly at Chen Yang: "Ah?"

Chen Yang said: "I want to see it, can you take me there?"

Ge Fei said dully: "...Yes."

"Mr. Chen, I," he got up, his neck was choked and red, "I was just wondering why cats don't eat fish, and what would happen if they ate fish. At that time, my mind was full of that question. When I realized it, I I have done the experiment, I didn't expect such a thing to happen, I didn't know that the cat would die, and I didn't intend to harm Brother Ang, and I didn't know that he would turn into a cat, and then harm Mr. Xie, I... ..."

The fair-looking young man was at a loss, with teardrops on his eyelashes, and he looked harmless. The mother's love of the big-eyed girl ran out uncontrollably, and she couldn't help muttering: "He's not on purpose."

The three views that were upright just a moment ago are crooked.

Chen Yang took one more look at Ge Fei who was full of regret: "Let's go, take us to the cat's corpse."

"It's also pretending, Wen Qing is more pleasing to the eye, that kid is yin." When Xiangdong passed by Chen Yang, he rubbed his shoulder and dropped a sentence, the subtext was to tell him to be careful.

Chen Yang covered the back of his neck, wiped the mosquito blood on his trousers, and pulled Chao Jian away as if nothing had happened.

Ge Fei took everyone to the maple forest in the east.

"The cat's body is over there." Ge Fei used the flashlight of his mobile phone to shine a light on Lin Zi.

Where there is a small clump of white.

It's a white cat.

Qian Han tugged at Ge Fei's clothes, with some disapproval in his tone: "Didn't you bury it? Why did you just throw it there?"

Ge Fei blamed himself and said: "I was so scared at that time, I didn't dare to stay longer and ran away."

Chen Yang walked in the direction of the cat's corpse, but before he got close, a low voice came from above his head.

"Not dead." Chao Jian said, "He's breathing."

Chen Yang was not surprised by his partner's perception ability, he stepped forward quickly, squatted down to check the white cat: "It's still alive."

A few footsteps approached chaotically.

"It's just fainted, it's not dead!" the big-eyed girl said happily.

Ge Fei opened the corner of his mouth: "That's really great."

Qian Han thought that he didn't dispose of the cat's dead body in Ge Fei just now, and he couldn't help being afraid for a while: "Brother, it's a good thing you didn't bury the cat, otherwise..."

"The injury on the cat's head is very serious, it must be in pain." Zhuzhu interrupted Qian Han and said quietly.

The big-eyed girl only took one look and dared not look again. The cat's face was covered in blood, which was very scary. She said in a panic, "There is a pharmacy in the town, let's take the cat there quickly!"

"Go to Yang Erzhu's house." Chen Yang pondered, "After he and his wife died, the house is empty, we can keep the cat there."

As he spoke, he looked eastward.

Holding his head high with a cigarette in his mouth, Xiangdong strode out of the woods.

With the life and death of the mission world, a certain tacit understanding has been established between them.

Before Chen Yang made the next move, he noticed that his partner's aura had become sullen, and he held his breath and cast a questioning look over him.

Chao Jian sneered, turned and left on crutches.

Chen Yang: "..."

He was about to pick up the cat and chase after it, when an arm wrapped in white cloth stretched out: "Mr. Chen, let me do it."

Zhuzhu supported the white cat with a corner of her sun protection shirt, and hugged it gently.

Ms. Qiao, who was silent all the way, let out a chuckle: "Sister Zhuzhu likes cats."

"Yes, I like it." Zhuzhu admitted frankly.

The big-eyed girl reminded, "Zhuzhu, hold it carefully, the blood on the cat's face and head has all touched your clothes."

Ge Fei wanted to come over and say "I'm sorry" to the cat, but when the words came to his lips, Zhuzhu hugged the cat and walked over him to the outside of the forest.

The big-eyed girl whispered to him: "Those who like cats and those who don't like cats, these two groups don't get along well, and Zhuzhu won't give you a good face. Besides, you are fully responsible for this matter. The cat is lucky. Take a breath, but Teacher Xie and Brother Wu are dead."

Ge Fei opened his mouth with a gloomy expression.

Qian Han wanted to comfort him, but felt that Ge Fei's behavior was not much different from the townspeople's life-snatching.

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, Ge Fei had two lives on his hands.

Qian Han's adam's apple twitched, and he drooped his head to think, his brother said that he must be on guard against others, he must remember, always remember.

Yang Erzhu's house is still the same, the overturned garbage is still spread beside the trash can, and small flying insects are spinning around.

Chen Yang didn't wait long, Xiang Dong came over with a bag, and he threw the bag on the table: "I took everything I could, damn it, I'm so hot."

To the east, find something to fan the house.

Chen Yang flicked the contents of the bag: "Xiangdong, treat the cat's wound."

"How can I know that!" Xiang Dong waved the rough round lotus fan vigorously, "It's so small, I'm afraid I won't be able to grasp the strength in my hand, so I'll crush it to death."

Chen Yang had no intention of persuading him at all, he accepted Xiang Dong's argument completely.

Xiangdong really couldn't do this job.

Then who will come?

Chen Yang glanced at the people in the room. The big-eyed girl didn't dare to look directly at the cat's wound. Zhuzhu's teeth were deep in her lips, and she clenched the phone tightly with her fingers. The eyes that fell on the cat were full of worry. She wanted to help, but she There is more than enough heart but not enough strength.

The painter stood far away, Miss Qiao was lighting a cigarette, Ge Fei didn't like cats, Qian Han was afraid of cats.

The corners of Chen Yang's mouth were pressed down. He neither loves nor rejects cats and dogs. He can have close contact with them. He can also clean wounds, but he can't stitch them.

All that's left in the house is...

Chen Yang peeked at the young man, who was hitting the ground with a cane, restraint mixed with the machine.

He rubbed his forehead, scratched his forehead with his fingertips, and still tried to get the doctor in the town...

A wisp of clear smoke puffed into Chen Yang's breath, and his thoughts were washed away. He turned his head and looked at the woman who was looking at the cat's wound, and a thought popped into his mind: "Miss Qiao, you..."

Ms. Qiao turned her back to everyone, her waist was bent, her hips and legs were mature and charming, her posture seemed to be seductive, but her tone was simple and flat: "I need a basin of clean water, a Scissors, some dry cloth."

Chen Yang stood up abruptly, and the movement woke up those who were stunned.

After a while, all the items Miss Qiao wanted were complete.

Miss Qiao coiled her long wavy hair, curled her fingers nimbly into a tug, her always red and plump lips held a slender cigarette butt, and her hands moved in an orderly manner.

Cut off the cat's hair, clean the wound, suture, bandage...

Ms. Qiao was very skilled in handling the wound, and her expression could be called gentle. At this time, she was completely different from her usual flirtatious and frivolous.

The room was filled with the smell of blood and medicine.

Except for Chao Jian, who was knocking on his crutches with his eyes closed, and Chen Yang, who was mentally prepared, the way everyone looked at Miss Qiao changed a lot.

The big-eyed girl whispered: "It turns out that she can only sleep with men."

Zhuzhu watched the cat's injury.

Seeing that she was quite nervous, the big-eyed girl closed her mouth tactfully.

Ms. Qiao crushed the pills, followed the cat's back with one hand, pinched the cat's jaw with the other, and pressed the nearly crushed pills into it.

No one paid attention to how she did it, she had already fed the cat.

"This cat can't die." Miss Qiao let down her long hair, flicked it casually a few times, and shook her cigarette, "I'll go back first."

Miss Qiao went to Xiangdong and stroked his cheek ambiguously: "During my sister's treatment of the cat's wound, your eyes were very hot. Why, can you have a woman?"

"Do a few." Xiang Dong pinched the woman's hands, which felt soft and boneless, but there were calluses on the tiger's mouth, "If you want to have sex with the people in the team, just find a few others, why do you have to stare at me? ?”

Xiang Dong shook off the woman's hand, ignoring her eyes moving around his waist, and motioned her to look at Chen Yang and Chao Jian: "Why don't you provoke those two handsome and tall people?"

"Because," Miss Qiao whispered in his ear, "my sister doesn't want to be a mistress."

east:"……"

I was so fucking speechless.

After Miss Qiao left, Chen Yang and the others didn't stay any longer. They closed the window, prepared some water and put it next to it, and came back tomorrow morning.

On the way back, Chen Yang kept thinking that townspeople with no relatives at home would die if they ate the named fish, and those with relatives would successfully gain their lifespan if they ate the fish, but that was not the end, they would face many kinds of death crises.

For example, if one's own fish is caught and eaten, or one's relatives' fish is eaten, and one is left alone, one will still die.

And the cat will go crazy after eating the named fish, but will not die.

why?

Different races have different reactions to eating fish?

wrong……

No!

Chen Yang's footsteps froze suddenly, people ate them voluntarily, they were greedy and greedy in order to live longer, and cats were forced to eat.

Dimly, Chen Yang felt that he had touched something.

But there is still an obstacle.

Chen Yang walked all the way, thinking wildly all the way, and returned to the inn unknowingly. He walked last, with Chao Jian beside him.

Zhuzhu and the others all entered the back door in front of them.

When the big-eyed girl screamed, Chen Yang just walked under the door, and he rushed into the yard with a few strides.

At the door of the innermost room stood a tall figure with a slightly hunched back.

It's someone they know.

"Old Wu?" Chen Yang took a photo with the flashlight of his mobile phone.

"Hey." The figure at the door met the beam of light, "It's me, Mr. Chen, where have you all gone?"

The people in front all backed away one after another, and Chen Yang was pulled to the wall by Chao Jian, so he didn't get hit by them.

"What's the matter with you?" Old Wu wanted to come over.

Chen Yang quickly took a photo of his eyes with his mobile phone, and there was nothing unusual.

Not long after, a group of people stood in the courtyard covered by dark clouds. Old Wu took the initiative to give a set of explanations. He said that he was in a valley when he woke up, and he was frightened at that time.

As for why he appeared there, Lao Wu didn't remember anything.

"I just remember me," Old Wu coughed in embarrassment, "I didn't mean to be with Ms. Qiao, I was afraid that she would be bullied, she is a woman no matter what."

Old Wu reached into his shoes and scratched the insteps: "From the time I followed Ms. Qiao through the tofu shop to the moment I appeared in the valley, the memory in between is blank, like drinking fragments."

Chen Yang remembered that the ghost pretending to be Teacher Xie said "cats are very clean", and the other party said it twice.

However, the middle-aged man in front of him had a body odor, and his breath was cloudy and unpleasant.

He is Lao Wu.

Chen Yang stared into Old Wu's eyes: "Where is the valley?"

"It's late at night, I'm not sure about the exact location," Old Wu tried to recall, "It's probably in the southeast."

He added: "There are stones all around, the whole valley."

Chen Yang walked around the town with Chao Jian during the day, and which place in his impression could match the description of Old Wu. He asked, "Is the valley outside the town?"

"It should be." After Old Wu finished speaking, he remembered something and slapped his thigh, "Yes yes yes, it's outside the town!"

Chen Yang planned to go tomorrow, he lowered his eyelids to sort out the clues he had, and said abruptly: "Old Wu, there is no moon tonight, and there are few lights in the town, how did you come back?"

Old Wu was taken aback.

"There is a lantern." Old Wu showed a frightened expression, "At first I thought there was someone standing not far away with a lantern, but soon I discovered something."

Chen Yang asked: "What's the matter?"

Old Wu's pupils trembled: "When I walked over, the lantern was still not far away. I kept walking, and the lantern was always some distance away from me."

"It's just like……"

He shuddered: "Show me the way."

The yard was silent.

Old Wu said tremblingly, "It's a good ghost in the town, who specializes in helping lost people find their way home."

After the words fell, he knelt down with a plop, and bowed and bowed to the void.

Chen Yang thought about the lantern, and a face of Xiaojiabiyu appeared in his mind, and then he heard Old Wu say "Huh", "Where is Mr. Xie?"

The atmosphere changed instantly.

The big-eyed girl said weakly: "Mr. Xie was turned into a monster and killed by you."

Old Wu was stunned: "I... I became a monster?" He looked at Chen Yang and the others asking for confirmation, his face full of panic, "I killed Teacher Xie? I don't know anything, how could this happen? ?”

"The reason why you became a monster..."

Only then did Zhuzhu coolly start, and Ge Fei, who was hiding in the dark, stood up, and he stated what happened, with his head down the whole time, as if he was embarrassed and had no face to look at Old Wu.

Old Wu's face turned extremely ugly, he resolutely refused to accept Ge Fei's apology, and slapped Ge Fei twice out of anger.

"Are you a murderer or a serial murderer? It's my luck that I didn't die!"

Chen Yangxin said, I'm afraid it's not luck, it's the cat who saved you.

When it was forced to eat fish by Ge Fei, it didn't have a trace of desire, so even though it and the owner of the named fish encountered strange things, they both saved their lives.

However, this is just Chen Yang's guess.

There wasn't enough evidence, and he hadn't figured out the wiring.

After knowing that Mr. Xie died in the room, Old Wu didn't dare to go in, he wanted to go to other people's rooms to make do.

A girl's room is definitely out of the question.

The painter is usually at least one zhang away from Lao Wu, he would never let him into the room, and neither can Chen Yang.

Old Wu had no choice but to go to Ge Fei, who killed him. Fortunately, there was a rich man, so the atmosphere could be relieved to some extent.

At one o'clock in the morning, Xiangdong sneaked into the inn with the painter, and climbed up to the second floor cautiously.

Chen Yang sat in the room without any sleepiness.

A candle was lit on the table, and halfway through it, Chen Yang stared at the orange fire and thought about something. Xiang Zimu came back around ten o'clock, and he called to stop him at that time, and told him what happened tonight.

Xiang Zimu entered the room without saying anything.

Chen Yang admitted that he was a little concerned about her characters and music scores, and couldn't figure it out at all.

This feeling is the same as seeing Chao Jian at the pier.

Chen Yang turned to self-denial, it was different.

At that time, everyone boarded the boat back and forth, and Chao Jian refused Zhang Yan's help and accepted his approach.

He was the one who pulled Chao Jian into the boat, and he was the one who helped her out of the boat alone.

Looking back now, Chao Jian actually showed emotion at that time.

And Xiang Zimu has not shown anything so far, she is like a gust of wind, giving him a feeling of being colorless, odorless, invisible, and colorful.

For some reason, Chen Yang once again thought of Xiangyue in the rehabilitation center during this task.

The way the little nurse smiled left a deep impression on him.

The curvature of the mouth seems to be carved out.

Chen Yang glanced at the boy on the bed. He was breathing heavily and sleeping deeply. He retracted his gaze, stretched out an index finger, and passed through the candlelight.

After wearing it back and forth three or five times, Chen Yang got up and walked to the door, paying attention to the movement, not knowing what was going on with Xiang Dong and the painter, but hoping to escape unscathed.

There is no light in the inn, and the darkness can inflate the fear in people's hearts to a terrible degree.

Xiangdong groped the stairs to go upstairs, he had the feeling that he could touch a hand at any time.

The painter walked behind him, his steps were lighter than his.

The two stopped in the corridor without any communication, and continued to climb slowly.

After climbing eastward for a while, their breath stopped, and they were going to the second floor.

Are the stairs that long?

"Damn it, the ghost is hitting the wall!" Xiang Dong deliberately lowered his voice with fierce anger.

The painter's panting voice sounded from behind: "I turned on the phone."

"Wait." Xiang Dong yelled, "Don't drive."

Maybe as soon as the phone is turned on, there will be a face in front of them.

Xiang Dong wiped his face: "Listen to me, crawl in the dark, don't stop and look back, keep crawling."

The painter didn't hesitate much: "OK."

Xiangdong raised his foot again, the painter was a little bit better, no nonsense, he stepped up a few steps, and suddenly stopped.

The painter didn't ask Xiang Dong why he stopped, and he stopped too.

On the stairs in the dark, the two breathing sounds were controlled very softly, and the heartbeat hardly accelerated, which was almost the same as normal.

After one or two minutes, he moved to the east. He seemed to avoid something in front of him. He moved his feet to the left and climbed the stairs against the wall.

The painter listened to him and followed him.

When Xiangdong stopped with the painter, they were already standing on the second floor, and their vision was dark.

After standing eastward for a while, I didn't hear any sound. The merchants were all asleep, snoring, grinding their teeth, talking in sleep and so on.

"It's too fucking dark here, turn on your phone, let's be careful, if the situation is not good, we will retreat." Xiang Dong whispered.

The painter fumbled to press the phone, and a halo suddenly lit up in the aisle.

Xiangdong's mobile phone is out of battery, he didn't take it with him, and left it in the room, it will all depend on the artist.

There are also six rooms on the second floor, which are exactly the same as the backyard.

Include the sequence of room numbers.

This gave them a weird illusion, as if they were also in the room on the second floor.

"There are people living in two rooms." The painter checked the traces on the door next to each other.

Xiangdong's answer was the same as that of the painter. He found something by accident and called him to the stairs.

There's an object embedded in the wall there.

When they came up just now, they groped all the way, but they didn't see this thing.

Xiangdong asked the painter to bring the phone closer, and he leaned over to take a look: "There are only two eyeballs, what are these?"

The painter shook his head.

Xiang Dong mocked him mercilessly: "Aren't you a painter, what about your imagination and artistic skills?"

The painter said: "It's all useless."

He can't even guarantee sleep, he is a dying person, he hangs his breath, and talks about creating art.

Staring at that thing to the east, he stretched out his hand to cover those two eyeballs.

At that moment, a white light struck him.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang outside, and the dark night sky was thundered and thundered.

It's raining.

Xiang Dong was frightened, damn it, it was just raining, it almost scared him to death.

In the backyard downstairs, Chen Yang was also startled, he turned around suddenly, and the boy on the bed woke up.

"You were woken up by the thunder, it was raining heavily." Chen Yang said, "You should have been scared after a boring night."

Chao Jian got out of bed on crutches, Chen Yang was stunned: "Go to the toilet?"

"Don't go, come here, don't stand at the door." Chao Jian's voice was hoarse after waking up, and there was something else, almost urgent.

Chen Yang realized something was wrong from Chao Jian's words, he quickly aimed at the target, there was something wrong with this rain.

Chao Jian sat on the chair, took a sip of water from the bottle, and pointed to the bed: "Sit there, don't move around, and don't look around."

Chen Yang sat on the edge of the bed, outside was the sound of raindrops hitting the ground.

Heavy rain, Chen Yang thought about it one second before, and the next second there was a miserable cry from outside the window.

Meow like a cat, and cry like a baby.

Chen Yang got goosebumps, he wanted to go to the window to have a look, and stretched out a crutch to Jane.

"Sit down." Chao Jian glared at him with blood in her eyes.

Chen Yang's Adam's apple rolled, why did the boy look like he didn't sleep for a while?Is steady breathing fake?

The horrific cries continued. I don't know if it was an auditory hallucination, but Chen Yang even heard the cries of mice, and the sound of live fish being thrown into the oil pan and struggling.

and human screams.

It was messy and chaotic, and Chen Yang couldn't tell what the sound outside was coming from.

What's the situation outside?

The candle flickered for a while, and the wind came in, accompanied by gusts of hot air, which kept getting in through the cracks in the wooden windows and doors.

Chen Yang soon felt like he had entered a sauna room, more and more hot sweat oozed from his back, he stretched his hand back, and scratched the back of his heart through the wet clothes.

After the sweltering heat of summer, there will be heavy rain, and the ground will smoke, but it is impossible to have this heat.

Chen Yang's pupils shrank in vain: "Is the rain hot?"

"Boiling water." Chao Jian frowned at the heat coming in through the crack of the door.

Chen Yang's eyelids twitched wildly.

Chao Jian rubbed the swollen forehead, he turned the chair aside, lay his upper body on the back of the chair, resting his head on his arm, and closed his eyes facing Chen Yang.

"When it rains, the room is another space. You can't open the door or open the window, otherwise the barrier will be lost."

Chen Yang squeezed his fingers, just like the tents in the bathing place.

"Rain is boiling water, you will be scalded to death if you go out, don't open the doors and windows!" Chen Yang stood up and shouted.

The other rooms that were opened by the mouse hole were dead silent, as if they could not hear, and there was no response.

Chen Yang thought it was because of the barrier, and the next moment he heard Old Wu's scream.

This room blocked his reminders, but did not block the painful cries of others.

"what--"

"Ahhh!"

"Help! Help..."

Not only Old Wu, but also Qian Han and Big Eyed Girl.

Chen Yang heard his temples throbbing, did they open the door or the window?

On the second floor of the inn, Xiangdong's two sword eyebrows frowned: "What's wrong with the backyard?"

The ending sound was still on the tip of his tongue, and a series of footsteps sounded downstairs, made of cloth shoes rubbing against the ground.

It's Widow Zhou!

Only then did Xiang Dong realize that his hands had been covering the eyeballs, he quickly put down his hands, carried the painter on his shoulders and hid in an empty room.

Now is not the time to retreat.

The rain stopped.

The inside and outside of the inn were covered by a dead breath.

Xiangdong and the painter are right at the door. Their hiding place is not safe enough, but they can perceive the situation outside the door.

Widow Zhou didn't go downstairs, nor did she check the rooms one by one. She seemed to be standing there looking at something, and she fell into a certain situation, which was no different from being in a daze.

Xiang Dong suspected that the widow was at the stairs, looking at those two eyeballs.

"Wait a little longer, there must be a major event later." Xiang Dong said in a breathy voice.

The painter is hard from head to toe, and cannot be sprayed with disinfectant spray. His time is like a year, and life is worse than death.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a knock on the door downstairs, and Widow Zhou went downstairs.

Someone hurried into the inn, and she led her to the second floor.

After that, the door of a room opened and then closed softly.

Not long after, Xiangdong met the painter's eyes in the dark, and the widow seems not to be in the aisle now, shall we go out?Bet or not?

The painter carefully opened the door, and used this action to answer Xiang Dong. He must bet that he would not stay in that small corner even if he died, because his whole body was dirty.

The painter pulled the door open a crack and was the first to leave the room.

Xiangdong is not as tall as the painter, but he is much stronger and stronger. The crack in the door is not big enough, so he has to widen it and hold his breath to get out.

There is a faint light in the corridor, which comes from Teacher Xie's room corresponding to the backyard.

There were indistinct voices inside.

Xiang Dong waved to the painter, he approached directly, eavesdropped with his ears up, and vaguely heard something like "Master Yun" and "Master Zhu".

What are the heads of the two major families in the town looking for a merchant?

Looks like an old acquaintance.

Do business?

Receive the name fish, receive the life span?

Xiang Dong listened intently. He maintained a posture and remained motionless until his legs became a little numb. Only then did a few words float into his ears.

"Fish", "Curse", "Yijiazi", "Rocky Valley".

There was the sound of chairs falling to the ground in the room, mixed with the crisp sound of teacups being smashed hard, and there was a fierce dispute among the people inside.

After a while, all those voices stopped abruptly.

After a dead silence that couldn't be concealed, Xiangdong smelled blood.

Someone died inside.

Didn't negotiate?

There was the sound of footsteps approaching the door, like a duet, and there was also the sound of walking downstairs. Xiangdong hurriedly followed the painter and jumped out of the window on the second floor.

One will run when it hits the ground, and one will be disabled when it hits the ground.