Music Engine Singing Su the World [System]

Lan Huai looked at Meng Nie's expression.

Meng Nie frowned again.

If he was not mistaken, he felt as if he could see... sympathy from Lan Huai's eyes?

Lan Huai sniffed, turned his face to look at his grave, and then at the master in front of him, slowly wringing his hands together.

Hesitant to speak.

Meng Nie thought he was wondering whether he should hate or not.

"I'll cry for a while, and I'll hug you." He looked at Mengnie with tears in his eyes, his lips moved slightly, and his voice was thin and soft.

Oh, and he's debating whether to keep crying at the grave, or to comfort him.

Mengnie was silent for a while, he propped up his knees and wanted to stand up, but he hugged his neck, he was caught off guard and squatted down again, subconsciously opened his hands, and looked at the guy in his arms a little stiffly.

"Okay, I'll hug you first." Lan Huai coaxed him and said, "Don't be sad, when we find the murderer, we'll hand him over to the police."

Monnie sneered.

Almost 30 years later, who knows if the murderer is alive or dead.

The two stayed in front of Mengnie's grave for a while, but the river here was found. Lan Huai ran over to wash his face after crying enough, and then ran back and grabbed his hand and said to Mengnie in the grave: "I'm leaving, in vain."

Meng Nie was silent for a moment.

He actually had a very strange sense of joy.

Lan Huai turned her head to look while walking, and was about to cry again, but Meng Nie stared at her several times before she stopped crying.

Meng Nie dragged him back to the entrance of the village, hoping that the other party would take them to the place where he lived at that time, but this time no one was willing to take them there, and everyone shook their heads when they heard about it, only one old lady was mysterious Secretly said: "Oh, that place is haunted."

Meng Nie raised his eyebrows, haunted, what the hell?He became more curious in his heart, pondered for a moment, and said: "Then please tell us the approximate location, and we will find it ourselves."

People around persuaded them one after another, and finally told them the general location under Meng Nie's insistence.

Lan Huai looked a little excited, perhaps because he was able to go back to his "home".

That place was not far from Xianzi River, just downstream of the river, a wooden house looked decayed, Meng Nie walked over slowly, pushed lightly, and the wooden door opened directly.

With a creak, the wooden door made an unpleasant groan.

Lan Huai pulled the corner of Mengnie's clothes and shrank his neck, his eyes were a little wary.

"Nothing." Meng Nie waved his hand, and waved away the cobwebs in the house. The sunlight came in through the wooden door, taking a rough picture of the things in the house.

There are a pair of tables and chairs inside the hut, and a green bamboo bed is placed against the wall. The quilt on the bed has long been dilapidated and covered with a thick layer of dust.The room was filled with a musty smell that had been airtight for a long time. Meng Nie walked over and turned over the bed. With little force, the quilt was ripped open, and the moldy cotton wadding came out.

The house was obviously still leaking, the bed was damp, and there was a lot of wet underneath.

The table next to the window was made by someone, and there was a big hole. There were old manuscript papers piled up on the floor, and the handwriting on it was exactly the same as his own.

Meng Nie suddenly thought of the words on the tombstone just now, the handwriting was actually somewhat familiar.

He died on a stormy night 30 years ago. Someone knocked on his door that night, and the reason he used was to stay overnight.

Lan Huai looked at the word curiously, stretched out his hand to take it, and recognized it carefully. After a while, he raised his head excitedly: "It's mine, my song."

Meng Nie lowered his head to look at the manuscript paper, his expression suddenly shocked——

The title of the song on the manuscript paper was originally called "The Voice of the Fairy River", but it was later changed to "Blue Huai Shui".

A clear line was drawn on the first five characters, piercing through the back of the paper.

Lan Huai, Lan Huai... Why did Meng Nie change like this at that time?

Has he already named Lan Huai?

Suddenly there was a burst of music, and Meng Nie subconsciously looked towards Lan Huai, who waved his hands hastily: "It's not me."

Following the prestige, Mengnie was shocked.

A person slowly came out from the dark corner beside the bed, and there were bursts of babbling and babbling sounds from his body. The sound was ethereal, even terrifying.

The man slowly passed a corner of a huge cabinet, and then slowly turned around——

"Ahhh!" Lan Huai covered his face and yelled, turned his face and ran out.

The noon sun shone on the small house, making a biting cold sound.

Lan Huai's heart was beating fast, tears were falling, and from time to time he turned his face and glanced at the wooden house quickly, covering his cold face with his hands, he sucked his nose quickly, the music on his body was so horrifying that it made people's spine numb.

Mengnie never came out.

Lan Huai stood outside for a while, then walked back with weak legs, and called him timidly: "Master...?"

There was no sound from inside.

Lan Huai was anxious in his heart, so he plucked up his courage and walked in suddenly, but suddenly bumped into a terrifying face, his face suddenly turned pale, and he fell backwards.

It was already night when Lan Huai woke up. Looking around, he found that it was Kang, and the face before he passed out suddenly came into his mind again. He hugged his head and shouted: "Master?!"

When he jumped out of the bed and was about to run out to find Mengnie, the other party suddenly lifted the cotton curtain and came in, colliding with him, Lan Huai took a step back, and when he saw clearly that it was Mengnie, he immediately rushed Come over: "Master..."

"Are you hungry?"

Meng Nie raised the plate, patted his head lightly, and said: "I brought the food in, you eat first."

Lan Huai obediently sat on the kang to eat, looked at him from time to time, and whispered: "There is a ghost there."

"Yeah." Meng Nie wiped the corner of his mouth for him, and said, "It's a ghost, I already took it away."

Lan Huai breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Why are there ghosts?"

And it's still such a scary ghost...

Lan Huai covered her face in fear.

That ghost's face was pale, with a huge hole in its face, its eyeballs were hanging down on its face, and it made clanking noises when it walked around... Thousand-eyed ghosts are prettier than him!

Monnie smiled.

Lan Huai ate silently, not noticing the reluctance on his smiling face.

Lan Huai was so scared that he didn't see it clearly, but Meng Nie saw it clearly. That ghost...it wasn't actually a ghost, it was a puppet.Lan Huai is seldom frightened by anything, but he was frightened by that doll because the doll was dilapidated and the speaker on it was a little dumb because of the time. Yes, that is Lan Huai.

A very realistic doll that resembles Lan Huai.

Anyone who sees their own eyeballs fall out will be frightened to death.

But Meng Nie didn't understand why there was such a puppet.

30 years ago, it was fine for Meng Nie to play music, but did he still specialize in doing it?It's not funny at all.

Moreover, from Lan Huai's narration, when he was killed, Lan Huai's character design hadn't been perfected at all, so how could there be such a puppet?

...The future self and Lan Huai ran back to do it?

Meng Nie tapped his forehead, and looked helplessly at Lan Huai who was looking around.

As expected, he was frightened, and kept squeezing into his arms when he was sleeping at night, the music on his body was playing softly, and when he found Mengnie, he trembled and trembled when he moved.

Mengnie looked at the tiles on the roof and sighed: "Do you still want to participate in the finals?"

"Think!" He was very distracted, and immediately raised his small face. Seeing that his face was unhappy, he shrank back and said in a low voice, "It's okay if you don't want to."

"I can think about it, but I definitely can't be a judge."

"why?"

"I told the show crew about this from the first match, and I won't be there in the finals."

"I want the master to see me win the championship..."

His weak expectation made Meng Nie's heart jump slightly, he patted Lan Huai's head, turned over and hugged him in his arms, and said softly: "Really think that way?"

"Think about it, think about it."

Meng Nie laughed, "As you wish."

He made the promise so easily.

Seeing his eyes light up instantly, Meng Nie's heart jumped a little, and he said, "Go to sleep."

Under his deliberate patting and coaxing, Lan Huai really fell asleep very quickly, and when he fell asleep, he was not afraid of anything, hugged him in his arms, and rolled out gently.

At this moment Mengnie lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

He left the room silently and came to the cabin again.

The puppet retreated obediently behind the door. When it sensed that someone was approaching the table, it began to sing regardless of the environment and time. The dumb speaker sounded very strange. Mengnie walked over to it when it was walking , reached out and stuffed its eyeballs back, and then pressed it on the table, directly pulling away the junction between his neck and head.

The music stopped abruptly.

He turned the doll over and looked at the large hole in its face.

What happened in the past few days gradually left a series of impressions in his mind, all the assumptions were gradually laid out, and the murderer pointed directly at one person.

Standing in front of the dilapidated table, Meng Nie looked at the face in front of him that was still outstanding even though it was broken—it was just because it was so beautiful that it was even more terrifying.

He was suddenly filled with anxiety and irritability.

This is simply, unbelievable!

He put the doll back on and installed the player.

The figure disappeared into the wooden house.

The tomb has been repaired very well, and the writing is excellent.

The villagers said that they didn't know who buried him. They had never seen that person before, and it seemed that the grave appeared all of a sudden.

Meng Nie slowly squatted in front of the tombstone, sliding her fingers over the words above.

He waved his hand suddenly, and the tombstone rose from the ground, and was ruthlessly thrown not far away, and there was a dull sound when it fell to the ground.

Meng Nie opened the grave with bare hands.

"Let me see how you died..."

Lan Huai slept very comfortably this time, and when he woke up, the sky was already bright.

He touched the temperature around him, it was cold.

Master woke up so early?Lan Huai scratched his head, changed his clothes and got out of bed, yawned and walked out the door.

It was raining today, and when Lan Huai walked out, he saw someone talking outside with an umbrella.

There is a pergola outside this small guest house, and those who come and go to shelter from the rain are crowded under it. Lan Huai looked around, but he didn't see Meng Nie, so he was puzzled, so he ordered a bowl of sweet soy milk and sat down obediently at the table.

"The rain seems to have just fallen in the early morning. I went out to collect firewood in the morning."

"Speaking of this, I see that fairy's grave by the river seems to have been dug."

"What are you talking about? The person who died there is a bachelor. What good things can there be?"

"That's right, whoever digs it, it's so evil."

……

The villagers talked to each other, but Lan Huai stood up suddenly, looked around in a panic, ran over and asked, "Which one, which grave?"

"It's the one my baby took you to yesterday."

Lan Huai immediately sent a voice transmission: "Master? Master?"

No one responded.

He stepped anxiously on the spot twice, and suddenly rushed into the rain.

Which villain dares to dig the master's grave!He must bite him to death!

Lan Huai's eyes turned red unconsciously as he ran, feeling that his master was really pitiful, the grave had been dug before his murderer was caught.

He was running and suddenly cried out, the hair on the melon seed of his head was soaked, it was jet black, and his small face was exceptionally white.

Running in the rain like this doesn't look like a mess, but rather pitiful.Several people on the side of the road looked at him one after another, dazzled by the painting-like face, and forgot to hide from the rain.

Lan Huai rushed to the place wiping his face, and saw the tombstone thrown aside.

He stomped his feet angrily, and he didn't know where he learned the swear words, so he cursed: "Great wickedness! Digging my master's grave, you bastard..."

He ran over crying and tried to move the tombstone, but he couldn't lift it even though his arms were useless. He was angry, anxious and distressed, and his tears flowed even more fiercely.

With tears in his eyes, he suddenly saw a hand full of mud protruding from the mound of the grave.

He got up with a grunt, ran over quickly, and was about to step on that hand——

"What?!"

Meng Nie sat in the coffin and looked over with a blue face.