Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

"What's going on?" Zhang Haifeng seemed to feel that his expression was wrong, and asked, "Is it sick?"

Ding Mu shook his head and said, "It suddenly occurred to me that I have a bad stomach recently, and I can't eat cold things. I can't eat this watermelon."

Zhang Haifeng glanced at him, hesitated, and said, "Can't you eat it? Give it to me."

Ding Mu nodded, not knowing what kind of expression to make, so he simply sat expressionlessly, suppressing the waves in his heart.

Where did the real Zhang Haifeng go?Who is this person in front of me?What is his purpose?Why pretend to be Zhang Haifeng?

Ding Mu knew the people's skin masks, disguise techniques and other camouflage techniques, but he had never heard of any disguise technique so delicate that it was almost fake. If he and Zhang Haifeng were not in the same office at ordinary times, they knew If she knew a little about his family affairs, she might really be fooled by him.

But it still didn't let him get over it, Ding Mu could see it.

With this understanding, he didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he always felt that there was something wrong with this "Zhang Haifeng".

Why didn't I notice such an obvious difference before?This "Zhang Haifeng" sits well, is dull and boring, and is not good at talking; while the real Zhang Haifeng is sloppy, unconstrained, bragging when he drinks, and there is no correct shape in his body.

Zhang Haifeng suddenly put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked up at him: "Why don't you eat it?"

Ding Mu's heart tightened, and he secretly scolded himself that the temptation was too obvious, and perhaps he had already startled the snake.

He shook his head: "I don't have any appetite. Seeing that you eat deliciously, I feel a little envious."

"Zhang Haifeng" stared at him for a while, then lowered his head: "Let's eat, there are still arrangements for tomorrow."

Only then did Ding Mu realize that before eating, the tour guide explained that he would gather up the mountain at 04:30 tomorrow morning.

It was exactly the same as last time, but this time there were fewer people and more empty seats.

Ding Mu and he did not continue to talk, and ate in silence.

When Ding Mu was about to finish his meal, he was torn and tormented: should he eat faster and not go with him, or should he eat slower and go with him, to see what else was wrong with him.

Just as he was struggling, "Zhang Haifeng" finished eating, so he just said hello: "Let's go first." He left without giving Ding Mu any chance to talk.

Come on, there is always something that forces you to choose.

Ding Mu had almost finished eating, and stood up, wanting to follow "Zhang Haifeng", because this person seldom returns to his room. He wanted to find out what this person was doing and see if he could take the opportunity to rescue the real Zhang Haifeng.

He followed "Zhang Haifeng" from a distance, all the way to the corner of the hotel.

The construction of this hotel is very strange. The building is built in a barrel, with a "mouth" shape, and there is a tree in the center of the "mouth", which just makes the layout of this building "sleepy", which feels very unlucky.

"Zhang Haifeng" walked all the way, looking around, as if he was hiding something, sneaky, not like a good thing.

He walked to the door in the corner of the hotel and entered a corridor. The corridor was a room facing each other. The doors were dilapidated. Most of the doors only had the bottom half left, and in some rooms the entire door was missing.

Because the hotel has been in disrepair for a long time, the lamps on the wall flicker on and off, providing a weird atmosphere to the dim environment around. Ding Mu followed him while paying attention to the road under his feet, so as not to kick something to startle him. people in front.

Dust was startled by two people one behind the other in the dark environment, floated in the air, and hit Ding Mu's nasal cavity, making him want to sneeze, but he had to hold back, rubbed his nose, and continued follow up.Under the gray conditions, he could only see a figure far in front of him, and he felt a little restless.

Unexpectedly, "Zhang Haifeng" suddenly turned his head 180 degrees at an angle that normal people cannot achieve!

He turned his head and stared behind him—only dust floating in the air, no one else.

He frowned, seemingly surprised.

Ding Mu was abruptly covered his mouth and nose and led into a side room. He was startled and wanted to struggle, but he heard a familiar voice whispering in his ear: "Don't move."

Ding Mu felt relieved, thinking of the scene just now, he couldn't help feeling chills down his spine and his limbs.

If Zhang Haifeng turned around and saw him, he might be cold here.

From that angle, the identity of "Zhang Haifeng" can almost be ruled out.Ding Mu couldn't think of anything other than an owl could do this kind of action.

Hearing the footsteps gradually moving away, Ding Mu breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his head to say thank you to him.

"Don't move." Qin Ying suddenly covered his mouth tightly again, wrapped his arms around his waist and kicked to the side, soared into the air, and moved to this dusty place without making any sound. On the cabinet in the house.

The cabinet was made of iron, rusty, tall and large, but obviously not enough to block two grown men.

Ding Mu was a little puzzled, and before he could ask, Qin Ying hugged him tightly to his body.His chest was pressed against the wall, and his legs were bent against the corner of the wall. Qin Ying inserted his legs between his legs, trying to compress the protruding part of his body, contracting all the muscles, so that the two of them stuck to the wall like wallpaper.

That's enough.

Ding Mu looked at the door, too nervous to breathe loudly.

The upper body of "Zhang Haifeng" poked in like a snake, which made Ding Mu's heart shudder.

The footsteps on the other side of the corridor were still clearly audible.

In his mind, he imagined a monster whose waist was infinitely elongated, whose upper body leaned back, and whose lower body continued to move forward in order to confuse them.

He may have made a mistake just now, "Zhang Haifeng" is not an owl spirit, but a snake spirit.