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The night was dark.

Yan Jinyun opened his eyes suddenly. In the dark night, his pupils were light-colored, shining brightly like a cat.

Such a person has very strong night vision. He turned his head slightly, and saw the man in the next bed sleeping peacefully, breathing gently and long.

Sometimes he even envies He Taki, this kind of upright and good person can sleep soundly wherever he goes.

Yan Jinyun turned over and got out of bed, changed his shoes and went out quietly.

It was so late, and the hotel lobby was still brightly lit. Yan Jinyun had just taken two steps when he heard someone calling: "Handsome guy, handsome guy."

Sitting on the sofa was a handsome curly-haired boy who kept waving at him.

"What?" Yan Jinyun stopped.

"Well, can you borrow the room number and use the wifi for me." Curly scratched his head in embarrassment.

Yan Jinyun didn't understand: "What room number?"

"That's right—" Curly took the initiative to sit on the edge of the sofa to make room, and enthusiastically said, "Stop standing, sit!"

Yan Jinyun narrowed his eyes, bent his knees and sat down beside him thoughtfully, there was a laptop on the coffee table in front of Curly, and he was surfing the Internet.

"Only guests can use the wifi in this hotel, and you have to enter your surname and room number." Curly pointed to the login interface and said.

"Sit here at night and use wifi?"

"No, this one has the fastest internet speed in the entire service area." Curly said.

"Why don't you open a room?"

"Because—" Curly said awkwardly, "I have no money."

Yan Jinyun was taken aback, it was the first time he had heard of the concept of "money".

That's right, since entering this ghostly place, He Taki has arranged food and accommodation in advance, so he doesn't need to worry about it at all.

"Consumption here also needs currency?"

"Of course, the accounts here are linked to the reality, that is to say, what you spend is the real money you earned." Curly clasped his hands together: "Handsome guy, please, my project is almost finished , just spend half an hour online, okay?"

Anyway, it's He Long's welfare, Yan Jinyun didn't care, reported the room number and surname, Curly said happily while typing on the keyboard: "Thank you, my name is Sheng Xingchen, how about you?"

"Yan Jinyun."

"Oh? Your surname is not He?" Sheng Xingchen stared blankly at the tenant's name, and then suddenly said: "Oh yes, it's your boyfriend who opened the room."

Yan Jinyun almost choked on himself.

"He's not my boyfriend!"

"Impossible," Sheng Xingchen said without raising his head, "Why did he take you into a room because he's not your boyfriend? He's still talking about it, I've been staring at you two for a whole day."

"That's because—" Yan Jinyun was at a loss for words, thinking that he and He Long were murderers and policemen, so he could only gesture towards his neck: "Your boyfriend will bring you this kind of thing ?”

Sheng Xingchen glanced over, and he really showed surprise.

"Oh~~ I see! He brought you a collar and asked you to call him master?" He elbowed Yan Jinyun, and said narrowly, "Are you two from the letter circle?"

Yan Jinyun: "?"

Yan Jinyun: "..."

Sheng Xingchen was full of emotions: "I can't tell, your boyfriend has a very ascetic face, and his sexual fetish is like this—" He suddenly felt chills running down his spine, and turned his head to face Yan Jinyun's beautiful face. Looking at the person's face, he hurriedly smiled and said: "Don't talk, don't talk, er, you are new here, if you have any questions, just ask me, I know everything."

"Is there a funeral home nearby?" Yan Jinyun said with a deadpan expression.

"..."

Sheng Xingchen once suspected that Yan Jinyun was deliberately scaring him because of the letter circle.

"There is no funeral home, but what are you doing with the funeral home at night?" He said in horror.

"What do you think?" Yan Jinyun asked back.

Sheng Xingchen couldn't tell.

Yan Jinyun looked at him with cold eyes at some point, and the chandelier reflected in the light-toned pupils were white with teeth and claws, like a flower of bones in full bloom.

Sheng Xingchen's heart was beating wildly, and cold sweat was dripping down his back. He vaguely felt that he had asked too many questions, which made Yan Jinyun unhappy.

The clock strikes midnight.

Yan Jinyun looked away abruptly, said lightly, "Forget it if you don't know", and stood up on the sofa.

The oppressive feeling was relieved, Sheng Xingchen took a few breaths: "Wait a minute."

Yan Jinyun ignored him.

Sheng Xingchen got anxious, got up holding the computer and yelled, "There really isn't any funeral parlor here, I won't lie to you, but if there is a cemetery, would you go?"

Yan Jinyun paused slightly and looked back.

"go."

Sheng Xingchen felt aggrieved, he was an acquaintance, seeing Yan Jinyun's good looks, he wanted to hook up with him, but he didn't expect him to have such a personality.The look just now, as if it wants to pierce and peel people off, is absolutely unbearable for ordinary people.

"Look!" He turned on his laptop, and opened a MAP software on the desktop in a dignified manner: "This area is all service areas, and there is really no funeral parlor."

"Where is the cemetery you mentioned?" Yan Jinyun asked, "I can do anywhere with corpses."

"..."

This time Sheng Xingchen resisted the desire to complain, rubbed his hairy arm, and circled a piece on the edge of the map with the mouse: "This place is a cemetery, but you'd better not go there!"

"why?"

"Because it sometimes disappears on my simulation map." Sheng Xingchen stammered, "I don't know why."

According to the coordinates given by Sheng Xingchen, Yan Jinyun walked out of the area of ​​the pedestrian street. The two old iron sliding doors were closed tightly, behind was a dark mountain, and a stone monument stood in front.

The moonlight illuminates several large scarlet characters mottled.

Acacia Hill Cemetery.

Yan Jinyun narrowed his eyes.

If Inspector He, who has a red root, knows that he comes out to dig up people's corpses in the middle of the night, it is so indecent, maybe he will be so angry.

But when he thinks that such a delicate person like He Long will fall into the hands of a female boss and then be played to death, he will not be reconciled. I don't know if this trick will work, at least he has to try it.

Yan Jinyun sighed, jumped into the cemetery gate after a run-up.

The moment he landed, Yan Jinyun felt the wind blowing.

The dense trees on the hillside swayed, and the dead leaves were flying on the ground. Yan Jinyun looked back amidst the rustling sound in his ears, and found that the intersection where he came had disappeared, replaced by a dense fog that covered the sky and the ground.

Yan Jinyun smiled lightly.

——It seems that this is a hidden map. He had some doubts at first, but now he is more and more sure that there is an answer here.

The wind stopped, and the entire cemetery returned to silence. There were row upon row of pale tombstones. Yan Jinyun walked towards the mountain road, and took out a flashlight from his pocket to light it up.

The flashlight was bought from the front desk of the hotel, and the account was naturally placed under He Taki's name.

There are only some vague names and photos on the tombstone. It is gloomy, and the branches of the locust tree above hang down like ghosts. Yan Jinyun had to bend down to pass through. At this time, he heard a soft "poof" under his feet. "A sound, very permeating in the silence.

— as if something was about to break through the ground.

Yan Jinyun's movements stopped, and he hung down the flashlight to illuminate the front of his toes, and a white thing tremblingly drilled out of the soil, the area was getting bigger and bigger, with several cracks criss-crossing.

"click"

The thing leaned back slightly, shaking off the loose soil on its face, with two empty eye sockets facing Yan Jinyun, cracking the white teeth like a smile.

It's a living skeleton!

This is just the beginning. The pits in front of us are cracked one after another, and there are dense white bones protruding out. The wrists are swaying with the phalanges, loosening and tightening, like a sea of ​​pale flowers in full bloom. For a moment, giggling laughter floated into Yan Jinyun In his ears, there was an icy echo from time to time, and countless souls woke up, coveting the living people who inadvertently intruded in the dark cemetery.

"Come down with me," said the skeleton.

There was a strange smile floating in the air.

"Go down and accompany him!"

"Accompany him, hee hee!"

Yan Jinyun drooped his lower eyelids.

"There's nothing on your face, it's not what I'm looking for." He said nicely, as if discussing: "Can you get out of the way? Or shrink back into the soil, don't be mean."

The skeleton stretched out its bone claws from the soil, wrapped around Yan Jinyun's ankle, tightened it, and the bones seemed to be embedded in the flesh.

"Come down with me." It repeated without fear of death.

Yan Jinyun let out a breath, and the line of his lips was straight.

"I've slaughtered meat with the belt on, let alone you?" He stood up straight, raised his knees and landed.

"Clap"

The skull's head was crushed by his force, and the snow-white bone fragments were scattered around his feet. Yan Jinyun crushed it on the spot with his heels as if he was still puzzled.

The strange smile in the wind stopped as if stuck.

The bone claw that was holding onto his ankle twitched and loosened, Yan Jinyun stepped forward easily, his lazy eyes became cold and sharp at some point, more shura than the ghosts all over the place.

He is pocketing in one hand and holding a flashlight in the other. His walking posture is light and playful. Looking from a distance, the quiet cemetery, the swaying tree shadows, and the thin and tall silhouette of the young man are captured by the dim and flickering light beams. His long legs are spinning, It's like dancing a tap dance, every step has a crisp sound, every step is full of flowers, weird and romantic.

Skeletons are not romantic.

This uninvited guest's kicks and heads were a disaster for them, and they shrank back into the soil in a hurry.

The road is wide and smooth.

Yan Jinyun raised his head. There was a large semi-circular tomb on the top of the mountain. He was very stable at the moment when he was motionless. He directly passed through the area of ​​the tombs and walked up to him. The tombstone split from the middle and slowly separated, revealing coffin.

Yan Jinyun pulled out a dagger from his back.

He hid this dagger close to his body, and it has not been found since he came out of the prison. This is why he doesn't change clothes easily.

The short sharp blade fluttered at his fingertips, and plunged into the gap in the coffin.

He was never afraid of ghosts and gods, let alone karma, because those illusory long-term worries were nothing compared to near-term worries.

The coffin cover was pried open a crack, and a skinny hand protruded from the coffin, grabbing the raised edge of the coffin cover suddenly.

Yan Jinyun didn't use his hands, but the person in the coffin took the initiative to lift the lid and sat up straight.

The dust is scattered, with a rotten smell, the moonlight shines through the clouds, an old face gradually reveals the dew, the blood is all over the forehead, but the eyes are kind and sad.

Yan Jinyun's pupils trembled.

The old and gentle light image is the dead leaf butterfly that was suddenly released, and the constant flow across time and space flew into his mind. He vaguely saw the wooden house again, and the old man slowly walked out of the small courtyard pushing the old bicycle with horizontal bars. Disappeared at the end of the alley, never to return.

He froze in place, as if all the blood in his body had been drained, and he was so cold that all the sounds and images around him were far away from him, leaving only three words in his mind that kept repeating, faster and faster. hysteria.

sorry Sorry sorry……

"brush"

A big hand covered his eyes, and the sudden darkness cut him off from the inextricable past like a knife.

He Taki's voice was as dull as thunder above.

"Stay away from him!"