My very cool daughter-in-law

The Lake of Resentment has been in operation for nearly 20 years, and this place seems to have matured, with experience in how to attract victims.

In the impression of the villagers, those who would eventually enter the village in the past were mostly dusty and exhausted, and had been trapped on the outer mountain road for a long time, until their mental and physical strength was almost exhausted. People are extremely tired and the sun is about to set before the mountain village can be seen.

For those who are already very tired and know that they will not be able to go down the mountain today, let alone sleep in the wild, this suddenly seen village is like a bright future, and they will come over without hesitation.

The villagers have seen too many such people.

He is in charge of "receiving" at the head of the village full-time, and has experience in persuading pedestrians to stay in mountain villages.

In the past, as long as he appeared in a timely manner, greeted the tired guests warmly, grinned just right with his carefully drawn appearance, and smiled hospitablely, the tired guests would naturally trust him and be welcomed by him. Lead to the guest house in the village.

...but something doesn't seem quite right today.

Nothing is quite right.

When there was a sense of a stranger entering the village at the entrance of the village, he greeted the villagers and even made a long-lost move—he slowly raised his head to the sky, and looked at the still bright sky in confusion.

Today's guest came too early.

And then again, is it time for a new guest in the village so soon?

The villagers were puzzled, but it was a long time for him to think about it. He felt tired after thinking about it for a while, so he just followed the instructions and set off to pick up people at the entrance of the village as he did every time in the past.

Today's guest is a weirdo.

The villagers decided so when they saw the young man at first sight.

Because the other party not only came very early, but also didn't look tired at all. After entering the village, he also had a strange soft smile on his face, as if he had encountered a particularly interesting and comfortable thing.

The villagers have been in charge of escorting here for many years, and have never seen such a pervert.

"Hello." But the villagers still greeted the young man when he looked at him.

He grinned and showed his most standard smile: "You came from outside? Our mountain road is not easy to walk, isn't it a little tiring?"

Next, as long as the young people answer "yes" or "tired".

Villagers can take advantage of the situation and say, "Although our place is small, fortunately there is still a small guest house in the village. It's late today, or consider staying in our village. We haven't had guests here for a long time."

As a result, the young man said, "It's okay, I'm not tired."

Villager: "..."

Unable to continue the original words, the villager paused for a while, and then he said slowly: "Then you... have really good physical strength."

"Yes." The young man was affirmative again this time, making the villagers especially want to transfer his "yes" to the previous conversation.

The young man - Sheng Xun casually adjusted the strap on his shoulder.

He looked down at the villagers who would stop with enthusiastic smiles once they got stuck, and said in a casual chat: "I usually pay attention to exercise, so my physical fitness is not bad."

It took a while for the villagers to say again slowly: "...that's it."

The dialogue was not as expected at all, and the enthusiastic tone of the villagers seemed to be difficult to maintain. When he said all the words that did not conform to the preset, his tone was very flat, revealing an indescribable stiffness.

Sheng Xun deliberately chatted with him.

From Sheng Xun's eyes, the villagers in front of him looked like a set of programs, and his intentional small talk was to continuously create bugs for this program. The "hospitality" dignity will be suddenly suspended, and the image of the "ordinary villager" that the other party is trying to disguise will leak at that moment.

He would suddenly stare at Sheng Xun flatly, but the corner of his mouth was still curled into a smile, and his facial features seemed to be described, false and weird.

【he is. 】

Xiaoqiu had enough observations while Sheng Xun was "chatting" with the villagers, and he came to a conclusion and wrote in Sheng Xun's pocket:

【paper man. 】

This time Xiaoqiu only had to write it once, and Sheng Xun, who had experience, already understood what he meant.

The villagers are still working hard to fix the bug, and the conversation is constantly leading to the guest house.

Before Xiao Qiu came to a conclusion, the paper man villager tried to say to Sheng Xun: "Today is already late—"

Sheng Xun replied with a smile: "You are joking, look at this day, it's still early."

The villagers tried again: "We haven't had any guests in this village for a long time—"

Sheng Xun: "That's it, what a coincidence, are you busy now? Why don't you take me around the village, and I'll be a guest for the village—but you see, it's still so early today, I might take a look around Just go, or prepare to go down the mountain before the sun sets."

Villager: "..."

The living people and the paper figurines compete with "you" to "you".

How happily Sheng Xun answered the phone, how neatly he refused to be taken to the guest house.

Fortunately, this full-time guide paper man is not a hot-tempered paper man, otherwise, he might have become a paper balloon man.

Because he has never seen such a difficult guest!

Listen to what this is saying?

Still want to go down the same road?

Since the birth of this place, no one who has walked into the entrance of the village has been able to go back down the mountain and go back the same way!

When Xiaoqiu wrote and told Sheng Xun that it was a paper figurine, the paper figurine villagers stopped laughing.

He didn't turn into a paper balloon man, but his facial expression began to move closer to what a paper man should look like - straight eyes, dull face, not pale skin, but another weirder and sicker paper golden color, and blood red lips.

"This guest..." the paper figurine said in a miserable voice.

But he didn't finish.

The difficult guest glanced at the sky and then turned his eyes back to him.

Sheng Xun didn't seem to notice the changes in the villagers at all, so he just said nonchalantly: "I didn't expect to chat with you so well, it was a little late to talk with you, I changed my mind, where is the guest house? Please take me there. Seeing that there are people like you in the village, I will stay in your village tonight."

The paper man who was originally considering coercive measures: "..."

I don't care whether the sky is a little later, it will still be broad daylight, and the guests seem to be talking nonsense.

The villagers have unimaginable persistence and respect for their guiding tasks. Once he found that the topic was back on track and was finally able to connect to the program, his face changed back, and a hospitable and warm smile appeared on the hand-painted paper face.

"Alright, I'll take you there!"

Fearing that Sheng Xun would suddenly regret it again, the paper man villagers quickly finished the introduction to the guest house, and did not give Sheng Xun any chance to express their opinions at all.

The village was only a few steps away, so he brought Sheng Xun to the guest house in a blink of an eye.

"This is it." The paper man said to Sheng Xun in front of the gate of the guest house. He pushed the door for Sheng Xun and greeted him inside. Get your luggage inside.

"No need." Sheng Xun calmly avoided the hand of the paper figurine—mainly because he was afraid that he would accidentally burn it to ashes.

But what he said was naturally: "I can do it myself, you have been working enthusiastically for a long time, so let me do it myself."

Anyway, the paper doll villager brought him into the guest house, and his task was considered complete.

It's not uncommon for a guest to refuse his help. He withdrew his hand without forcing it, and finally felt a little bit at ease with today's reception.

"Then I'll go first." He said to Sheng Xun who had stepped into the guest house according to his previous words, "I will live in the fifth house from the village, and if you need anything, you can go there. Call me over there."

This is a cliché, which is added at the end of every conversation in order to maintain his image of a "enthusiastic villager".

In the past, most of the guests nodded or smiled politely, and no one would ask more about it.

No one has ever been able to successfully go to that room.

But before the villagers left, Sheng Xun stopped him.

"I almost forgot to ask." Sheng Xun said, "We've been chatting for a long time—what's the name?"

The paper figurine had already turned half of his body, his feet were hanging on the threshold before they landed, but he seemed to be stunned for a moment.

What should he be called, and what should he be called?

This question seems to be the same as looking up at the sky and thinking on your own. It has been too long, so that the villagers have to stay at the door for a long time, but they can't answer it.

"Taking advantage of the twilight of the moon, I went around the desolate path winding and winding, only to see that the courtyard was deserted and hurt me." (1*)

Suddenly there was the sound of singing in the guest house.

Behind the wooden counter, there was the female registrar who Lin Lang said had strange makeup, and she babbled and hoisted her voice as if no one was there.

"I heard that the Qiaolou has already reported the first change, Diao Dou is silent and silent, I am an orphan and widow, who knocked on my firewood door?" (2*)

The opera has a thin tone and a long transition, and the female registrar sings casually, and perhaps one or two of them are out of tune.

She didn't look at anyone, the old-fashioned register book with a brushed cover was spread out on the counter with peeling paint, she just shook the wooden rocking chair she was sitting on, as if using the "squeak" sound of the rocking chair to impress herself. choral chorus.

No one interrupted her, even Sheng Xun and Xiao Qiu couldn't help listening to her singing for a while.

After a long while, the villagers in front of the threshold came back to their senses first.

He said to Sheng Xun as if waking up from a dream, "Just call me Da Mao."

After speaking, the villagers stepped out of the threshold and quickly disappeared in front of the guest house.

The creaking sound of the wooden rocking chair stopped when the villagers disappeared. Sheng Xun turned around and saw the female registrar who had stopped singing and looked at the door, as if she was still looking at the direction in which the paper man villagers left.

For some reason, Sheng Xun suddenly had an intuition for no reason. He felt that the other party seemed to know more than the villager, but he couldn't say it for some reason.

[She is also a paper figure. 】Xiao Qiu wrote in Sheng Xun's pocket again.

Sheng Xun put his hand in his pocket naturally, and took Xiaoqiu's hardworking hand.

He took the initiative to say hello to the female registrar who was still immersed in his own world: "Hello."

Only then did the woman's eyes slowly fall back to him, as if she had finally taken a closer look at her today's guest for the first time.

Sheng Xun smiled at the other party: "I'm sorry to interrupt you, but can you please register for me first?"

The female registrar is not as talkative as the villagers. Her duties seem to be as simple as "registration". She even communicates with outsiders during registration, and hardly speaks redundantly.

When she registered Sheng Xun's name, her lips were tightly closed, but she looked up at Sheng Xun several times.

She also thought this new guest named Sheng Xun was very weird.

The female registrar does know a little more than the villagers, and she can feel that the timing of welcoming new guests seems wrong. Her guest house clearly welcomed a couple of guests not long ago, but it didn’t take long at all. There are new customers in the village.

The new guest gave her a very indescribable feeling, she had a vague premonition that the other party would bring some unpredictable changes... But so what?

Anyway, she is a person who can't talk much.

Therefore, no one here can blame her for keeping silent and not issuing any warnings.

"Go upstairs and turn left, the room at the end." The female registrar pushed the key to Sheng Xun, and said this in the most relaxed tone since we met.

Sheng Xun's gaze never left the small registration office during registration.

He took all the decorations and furniture with a sense of age around him into his eyes, and then calmly paused his eyes on the face of the female registrar.

Xiaoqiu judged that the other party was also a paper figure, and Lin Lang once said that the other party's makeup was strange in the information.

Sheng Xun observed that face closely, but he felt that it might not be the "makeup" that really brought Lin Lang a sense of weirdness.

"Thank you." Sheng Xun gently squeezed the stainless steel ring of the key without touching the female registrar's hand.

He turned and went upstairs under the other party's watch.

There is a right-angled corner of the fence on the wooden stairs. When Sheng Xun passed by, he caught a glimpse of the downstairs from the corner of his eye, and could see the female registrar still looking up at him.

The other party just looked up at the facial features with clear traces of alteration, and used her artificially modified face on the original basis to keep looking at him quietly.

"Her face has been changed." Sheng Xun touched Xiao Qiu's hand after entering the room at the end of the corridor, and said.

Xiao Qiu shook Sheng Xun's hand, and wrote in his palm: [Yes. 】

This feeling of palm being painted should be subtle, even a little ambiguous.

But Sheng Xun was still thinking about other serious things, he only squeezed Xiao Qiu's fingertips after reading Xiao Qiu's answer.

"This village may be like the security gate and platform in a subway station." Sheng Xun said, "Being able to enter the village means that you have passed the 'security check' and entered the platform. Get on the corresponding car...for example, the room number '209'."

In the thick information book, the girl Feng Qiang also said in her recollection that she and Lin Lang lived in Room 209 of the guest house at that time.

And if room 209 is the correct "train" leading to Jiyuantan, then its "departure time" should be at night.

Sheng Xun took off his backpack and placed it on the chair at the entrance.

He planned to search the room thoroughly before the night fell, and if possible, he would go out and walk around the village to see if he could find more clues in the "platform".

"Boom."

It was the backpack that had just been placed on the chair that fell down.

The backpack was quite heavy, and it was Sheng Xun who put it away by himself. Logically speaking, it shouldn't have the possibility of being toppled over immediately.

But it did fall down again.

And soon, there was a rustling in the bag.

"..."

Sheng Xun stared at the bag that was making strange noises from inside for a while, and he found a problem, that is, after he found Xiaoqiu's hand in the bag, he felt that this was the limit of ghosts' disobedience, and he could not I haven't checked my bag completely.

During the period, he opened the bag several times to pick up and put things in, and the ghost hands were seamlessly connected in the bag. Xiaoqiu helped him take all the things that needed to be taken and put away.

So here comes the question:

Did Xiaoqiu really only put his own hand in the bag?

Sheng Xun suddenly didn't really want to know the answer to this question.

But 5 minutes later, the red ball and a small scarf of the same color as the bear's cloth body in front of him still told him the answer.

Sheng Xun: "..."

There is no one to three, life is a ruthless three to one.

Sure enough, the child will not fully support his father for no reason!

On the surface, she was unanimously suppressed by the whole family, but in fact she received all the support behind her back, and the "mother" did not hesitate to waste her strength, showing her appearance again.

Xiaoqiu explained: "I finally gave up the idea of ​​dismantling an extra part of myself, but I was worried that only one hand would be too small, so the little ball was given to Andy again by the little bear, and the little bear is a yin Cloth scarves, bring them here too, just to give you an extra boost."

The author has something to say: Sheng Xun: Are we here for a family autumn outing?

Other family members: Yes, the air here is super good, the yin is super strong, and the ghosts are also very interesting. We like it very much!

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Note 1&2:

Excerpts from Peking Opera "Zhong Kui Marries a Sister"