I eat candy in the horror world

There was still a while before dinner, and everyone was not in the mood to eat, so they discussed having a casual bite in the small courtyard of the Han family.

The guide's mother cooked a bowl of noodles for everyone, and was about to leave when Song Xi stopped her, "Auntie, can you take me to the kitchen, a bowl of noodles is missing."

"...Yes." The guide's mother didn't like to look at people when she spoke, and her eyes always fell on the other person's face or chest, feeling absent-minded.

Song Xi pushed his bowl of noodles to Jiang Su, and followed him to the kitchen.As soon as he left on the front foot, Jiang Su also got in with the bowl and chopsticks on the back foot.

Seeing the young man standing in front of the stove preparing to boil noodles, he knocked the bottom of the bowl and said in a low voice, "Eat it, I don't want to eat it."

The blue flame after the natural gas was ignited was reflected in Song Xi's eyes, "I found that your sense of existence in the eyes of the indigenous people in this world is always weak, if you don't keep pace with us, others will doubt your identity. "

Jiang Su's eyes became a little strange, the dark eyes looked calm, but the eyes were terribly focused.

After a long time, he suddenly put down the bowl and leaned forward, hugging the young man's waist, "You are so kind to me."

Song Xi was embarrassed by this intimacy, and it took him a long time to put his hand in the air on the child's head, rubbing it gently, "Okay, don't act like a baby, the water is boiling."

"I'm not being coquettish." Jiang Su let go of her hand, and turned to face the other side while holding her bowl and chopsticks.

Song Xi stretched out his hand to pinch his red earlobe, and said with a smile, "I'm not being coquettish, I'm just a little shy."

Jiang Su turned around and glared at him, then said coldly, "I'm going out first."

"Oh." Song Xi dragged his tune on purpose, and looked at the back of the child leaving with a smile. Seeing the other party walking faster and faster, he couldn't help laughing happily.

The laughter was hearty and crisp, which seemed very abrupt in the heavy atmosphere of the small courtyard.

Jiang Su put the bowl on the table with a bang, buried her head in eating the noodles, the pink on her ears turned bright red and spread to her cheeks.

Song Xi came out slowly with his face in his hand, and said to the guide who was standing by while eating, "I hope you can emphasize with your mother that we are twelve people in total now."

The guide looked at everyone present, and his lips moved every time his eyes passed by someone.

Song Xi blocked it vigilantly so that others could not see the guide's expression, but he himself could hear the guide counting seriously.

The first two times were eleven each time, and Jiang Su was not counted until the third time, making a total of twelve people.

It seems that the previous feeling is not wrong, the natives of the horror world can easily ignore the existence of Jiang Su.Song Xi didn't know why this happened, but he knew that if other people knew this, Jiang Su's situation would be very bad.

They will try to explore the secrets from him, or use Jiang Su to do some dangerous things.

"How many people do we have now?" Song Xi asked the guide again.

"Twelve," said the guide.

Song Xi nodded, "We invite you to be a guide in order to have a pleasant tour experience, not to come hungry."

The guide has a very high professional ethics. Hearing this, he showed a guilty expression, "I didn't handle it well, and the same thing won't happen again."

Everyone didn't take this little matter to heart. After dinner, they sat in the yard and chatted.

The sky was gray, with thick clouds covering the sky vaguely.

The red dress glanced at Li Zhong's room and asked, "Brother Zhong, is Wu Chuan okay?"

In order to make up for the poor dinner reception, the guide contributed his fried sunflower seeds and some dried fruits. Song Xi was too lazy to peel them, but someone peeled them for him.

Jiang Su carefully peeled the melon seeds clean and beautiful, and then threw them into a paper cup.

When the melon seeds in the paper cup accumulated to a certain extent, Song Xi poured them all into the palm of his hand, opened his mouth and ate them all in one bite.

"What's the matter, I've been sleeping after eating." Li Zhong said enviously and looked at the ready-made Song Xi, "You enjoyed it too much, give me some too."

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Jiang Su took the paper cup away.

Li Zhong gave Song Xi a thumbs up, "Your brother didn't hurt in vain, and even helped you protect your food."

Song Xi showed a little complacency on his face, he pinched the child's face with his hands, it was warm and soft, and he couldn't put it down.

Jiang Su rarely waved away the young man's hand, instead he picked a plump plum and stuffed it into the young man's palm.

Song Xi grabbed it and threw it into his mouth. The sour taste spread in his mouth, followed by a delicate sweet taste.He narrowed his eyes, pushed the plum into his right cheek with his tongue, and asked vaguely about the allocation of accommodation for tonight.

"It's all discussed, Lan Kang will guard Wu Chuan with me tonight."

"Will Lankang fail?" Song Xi expressed concern, "He is too thin, if something happens, I'm afraid you two won't be able to restrain Wu Chuan."

"Brother Song,

They are also men, how can you say that I can't do it. "Lan Kang's pale face appeared behind the chair, startling Song Xi.

Song Xi hurriedly said, "I didn't mean that."

Jiang Su stopped peeling the shell, "Brother, why can't you say that men are not good?"

Song Xi: "..."

He held the child's head with both hands, turned to the other side, "Hey, you didn't hear anything."

Lan Kang squeezed the muscles on his arms, and he really didn't look good, "I'm a little thinner, and I'm not as tall as you, but I have practiced Taekwondo."

With this sentence, who dares to say that he is not at ease.

After the tea party ended, Lan Kang and Li Zhong moved their things to Wu Chuan's room, and swapped them with the two people who were originally staying in the room.

Song Xi leaned against the door frame on the right, Jiang Su leaned on the left, Song Xi said: "Call me at night if you have anything to do, I'll be right next door to you."

"Understood, go and rest." Li Zhong waved his hand to signal the young man to leave quickly, and turned to shake Wu Chuan's messy quilt.

The thick quilt flew up with his movements, and a white thing fell out of it.

Wu Chuan's pupils constricted, "It's a mask, a paper mask! I remember it was clearly hung on the door!"

Song Xi stopped the steps he was about to leave, walked into the room and picked up the mask from the ground. The mask was different from before, and there was a small green dot between his eyebrows.

Exactly like the green garnish on the pastry.

After looking at each other with Li Zhong and Lan Kang, he hung the mask on the nail behind the door, "Maybe when it was brought to bed, you forgot."

"I didn't! I haven't touched it since I came back!" Wu Chuan curled up at the foot of the bed, his lips trembling, "It must have gone to bed by itself! Brother Zhong, burn it!"

Seeing Li Zhong hesitated, he jumped from the bed to the floor, took off the mask from behind the door and ran to the kitchen.

The light in the kitchen was not turned on. Wu Chuan found the gas stove with the faint light outside, but he failed to turn on the gas stove after many attempts.

He panicked, and the hand holding the mask twitched. He felt as if his fingers were stuck on the mask, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake it off.

The small holes in the eyes of the mask turned white. Wu Chuan saw that the tightly pursed lips slowly curved out, and the eyes became bigger and bigger.

"Ah!" He yelled and stepped back, his body bumped into the cuboid water tank made of cement behind him, and he fell uncontrollably on his back and fell into it.

Water poured into his nose and mouth from all directions. While struggling in panic, Wu Chuan seemed to see the paper mask again through his hazy vision.

After the rain, the mask sank down and covered his face tightly.

"Wu Chuan!" Li Zhong ran fast, rushed into the kitchen and pulled him out of the water tank.

Wu Chuan was lying on the ground, panting violently, and the mask that almost choked him to death was still tightly held in his hands.

Song Xi rushed over one step later.He found the light switch, and when it came on, he saw water all over the ground.

Wu Chuan lay limp on the ground, his eyes lost focus, and he kept saying, "Mask, it's going to kill me, it's going to kill me..."

Song Xi looked at the paper mask, which was intact. In such a chaotic environment, it didn't get wet at all.

"You're safe now." Li Zhong couldn't find anything to say, so he could only comfort him dryly, "I'll take you back to your room first, it's cold at night, and you'll catch a cold wearing wet clothes."

Wu Chuan was still delirious, there was nothing he could do, Li Zhong picked him up from the ground and forcibly brought him back to the room.

As soon as he entered the room, the mask that he had been clutching tightly fell to the ground.

Li Zhong stared at the ground for a few seconds, picked it up again, hung it back on the door, and placed it side by side with the masks of the other two.

Although I don't know what happened to Wu Chuan in the kitchen, but the facts prove that the mask is not something that can be easily destroyed.

It was past ten o'clock in Li Zhong's room, and after making sure that the guide and his family were asleep, Song Xi called Zhang Qiulin and came to the wall again.

The two looked out from the holes respectively. It was probably a little late today. There was no one in the courtyard of the Baijia Painting Museum, only a brazier still radiating sparks was left there.

Zhang Qiulin: "Is this burning paper every day?"

Song Xi nodded. The fact that the brazier where the paper money was burned was only separated by a wall made him feel depressed and unlucky no matter how he thought about it.

"Nothing was found tonight." Zhang Qiulin said, "Let's go."

"Wait a minute." Song Xi took a step back. If splashing paint on the wall and burning paper were a matching activity, then the ground should leave traces of paint water like yesterday.

The light was not good, the two of them gave up their efforts, and finally found a few drops of green paint water on the ground.

Zhang Qiulin frowned: "Green again?"

"No." Song Xi looked at it from another angle, "This green is lighter, it should be yellow-green."

Zhang Qiulin was speechless: "That woman is really obsessed with green."

Song Xi deeply felt the same way, "Tell me, did the color change from dark green to yellow-green follow a certain pattern?"

Zhang Qiulin: "Gradient color?"

"The painting hall, the paint water, including the green dotted on the cakes and masks, are more or less related to painting." Song Xi didn't know much about painting, so he could only figure out a little connection, but couldn't really connect them.

"Tell me," Zhang Qiulin said, "does that painter know anything?"

Song Xi made a decision in his heart, and whispered: "Go back to the room first, let's talk about it tomorrow."

If he came secretly, he would naturally leave secretly. Zhang Qiulin turned around on tiptoe, and when he passed the guide's grandfather's room out of the corner of his eye, he froze and almost cried out.

Only then did Song Xi realize that the guide grandfather's room was always open a crack.

Seeing that the two young men found themselves, the wizard grandpa opened the door.

Just like last night, his clothes were stained with colorful things, Song Xi thought about it, and went straight up to smell it, "It doesn't smell like anything."

The grandfather of the guide backed away with a face of repulsion, "What are you doing!"

Song Xi bent down, picked up some blue powder at his feet, twirled his fingertips, some were rough, some were smooth, it was ore that had been ground into powder.

"Grandpa, what is this?" Song Xi asked him, "Mineral pigment?"

"It's none of your business!" Grandpa the guide said fiercely, "I found you guys peeking at the wall yesterday. Don't think that you can be elated if you find something, and you can escape. Let me tell you, Those who cannot escape, no one can escape..."

When it came to the second half, the old man's expression changed several times, and his spirit that was still vigorous just now collapsed all of a sudden.

He turned around unsteadily, still muttering the sentence: "No one can escape."

Before the door was completely closed, Song Xi poked his head in and saw the medicine twisters and mortars on the table, both of which were used to grind traditional Chinese medicine, and there were several stone-like things beside them.

With a bang, the door closed.

Zhang Qiulin hurriedly grabbed Song Xi and asked, "What did you see?"

"Stones and grinding devices." Song Xi looked at the blue powder on his fingertips, "He is grinding mineral pigments in the room."

Zhang Qiulin was dumbfounded, and pointed to the room where Grandpa was in charge, and then pointed to the wall, "He... the paint in the paint water was provided by him?!"

"Maybe." Song Xi grabbed his trembling arm, "Let's go, go back first."

In the room, Jiang Su sat obediently by the bed and waited for him.

Song Xi cleaned up the two of them, then propped his chin, stood in front of the door, and stared at the mask for a moment.

Not long after, he was defeated, forced himself to ignore the feeling of being stared at coldly, got into bed and hugged Jiang Su tightly and said, "Go to sleep."

The child's body temperature was on the high side, and the warm bed had a hypnotic effect, but within three to five minutes, Song Xi fell asleep in this weird environment.

Half asleep and half awake, Jiang Su suddenly leaned into his ear and asked, "Song Xi, will you always be so nice to me?"

Song Xi scratched Susu's ear, and gave a vague hum.

Jiang Su smiled, tucked the quilt for the young man, and said with some satisfaction: "Then you go to sleep."

Song Xi fell into a deep sleep again until the next morning when he was awakened by a scream.

He sat up clutching his beating heart, saw that Jiang Su was still asleep, and quietly got out of bed and left the room.

Everyone in the house was woken up by the screaming, and most were standing in the doorway discussing what was going on.In doubt, Song Xi saw the door of the next door being pulled open, and Li Zhong and Lan Kang rushed out together, looking flustered.

Something happened to Wu Chuan.

As soon as the thought came to him, Song Xi heard Li Zhong say, "Wu Chuan is missing!"

Lan Kang added: "His mask is gone, too."

"Someone is dead! Someone died again!" At this time, a girl stumbled around from the small garden.

Seeing everyone come out, she was like a drowning person catching driftwood, running faster, shouting non-stop: "The dead person is Wu Chuan! It's at the gate of the small courtyard!"

Wu Chuan died in a strange manner. The paper mask firmly covered his face. On the mask that should have been white, there was a terrified face painted with paint.

But he was not suffocated to death by the mask, but because the aorta in the neck was cut and he lost too much blood.

He fell on the ground with his upper body, knees on the ground, one of his hands stretched forward, and the other rested on the ground at the position of his ribs.

This is a typical crawling posture. Anyone can see that before he died, he was desperately escaping.And from the point of his death to the direction of the small courtyard, blood gushed out from his neck all the way.

The gate of the small courtyard was full of people. Before Song Xi had time to see the situation outside, he heard a newcomer girl crying: "I don't want to stay here, I want to go home, I want to go home!"

"What did he meet before he died? Yes, is there really something chasing him?"

"The main artery was cut open again, exactly the same as the fat man's."

Song Xi suddenly thought of something, "It's different."

The man looked back at him, "Why is it different, isn't it all about wiping your neck?"

"Do you still remember the plastic bucket used to put Brother Lin's head when he died?" Song Xi said, "Except for the blood that was spilled on the bathroom floor, the rest of the blood was left in the bucket and most of it was taken away. "

He pushed aside the crowd, stood on the steps and looked at the corpse below: "Wu Chuan is the opposite of Brother Lin, his blood is all spilled on the ground."

After careful consideration, it really is.

Song Xi said: "And Brother Lin didn't wear a mask when he died."

"Are you trying to say that two different people might have killed them?" Zhang Qiulin stood on tiptoe to look at the blood on the ground, and took a step back, patting his chest.

Song Xi: "Just guess."

Everyone: "..."

Li Zhong cleared his throat and said, "Song Xi's point is a bit reasonable, but I want to correct it. It's possible that the person who killed them wasn't a human being."

As soon as the words came out, the newcomer girl cried even harder, "This place is too scary, what should we do, we can't beat them at all..."

The other newcomer who was with her didn't cry, but her expression was very bad. Ever since she saw Wu Chuan's death, she had been covering her mouth, as if she wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit.

"Can you shut up!" The red dress yelled, glaring at the newcomer irritably, "What else can you do but cry! Have you forgotten how the fat man died?!"

The newlywed girl hurriedly covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes full of fear, for fear that she would be the next person to be "forced to shut up".

"There were thirteen of us when we came here, and now there are eleven left." Someone was counting with his fingers.

"We'll stay here for another five days." The person next to him broke down and hugged his head.

"Wait." The red dress suddenly said seriously, "Li Zhong, didn't you share a room with him last night, don't you know when he came out?"

"I really don't know." The tone of the other party's questioning was uncomfortable, and Li Zhong said coldly, "Are you suspecting that I concealed it deliberately?"

"You said it yourself." The red dress folded her arms and raised her eyebrows, "The blood is almost congealed on the ground, which means that he probably ran out of the room in the early morning, don't you think you Should I give everyone an explanation?"

"I told you, I don't know!" Li Zhong was a little angry.

"I haven't heard anything about Wu Chuan either." Lan Kang and Li Zhong stood together, expressing their positions.

"Two people failed to defend one of them, whoever tells it will believe it." Some people in the team were eccentric and very capable of fighting.

"I've already said what should be said, believe it or not!" After Li Zhong finished speaking, he pulled Lan Kang to the corner.

Everyone chattered and glanced in Li Zhong's direction from time to time, it's fine if one didn't hear Wu Chuan's movement, why didn't both of them hear.When the wooden door is pushed and pulled, there will always be an old creaking sound. Are the two people in the room deaf?

It was clear that the two of them let him out on purpose!

"Actually..." A faint voice remembered, everyone looked back, and the last girl in the crowd raised her hand, "I saw it."

The red dress walked over forcefully, grabbed the girl's arm, and asked sharply, "What did you see?"

"I saw Wu Chuan go out of the room...he...he..."

"What is he, tell me quickly!"

"His feet were standing on tiptoe, as if someone picked him up from behind. I couldn't sleep at the time, and wanted to go to the kitchen to find water. I saw it as soon as I opened the door!" Started to fear, "He squeezed out of the door sideways, then locked the door, and walked towards the gate step by step..."

"Why didn't you stop him!" the red dress asked urgently.

"I don't dare!" The girl was about to cry, tugging at the hem of her skirt, "and it was too late, he was walking so fast, when I chased him out it was very dark outside, for some reason the lanterns were all out."

"Then you killed him!" The red dress let go of her hand and pushed the girl.

"I didn't, it wasn't me, I didn't want to kill him!" The girl shook her head helplessly, looking around in panic, hoping that someone would stand up to help her and believe her.

"That's enough!" Li Zhong came out and pulled the girl aside, and glanced coldly, "If it were you, would you dare to stop Wu Chuan who is obviously not quite right in the middle of the night?"

"Why not?" Someone retorted loudly.

"Then aren't you afraid of being taken away too?" Song Xi's expression was frank and sincere, as if he was really asking a question sincerely, not sarcastically.

The man's eyes dodged, his lips moved, and he turned his face to the other side.He frowned and saw someone coming from the other side of the street.

"Tsk tsk, another one died."

A townsman came over and took a look, then turned and left.When he came back, there were two people behind him.

The three of them worked together to lift the corpse and threw it into the river. Then they found a towel and a brush from the cloth pocket they brought to clean up the blood on the bluestone board.

Looking up at the new "tourists", one of them smiled and said, "It's getting late, let's have breakfast first, after dinner we prepared small pastries for everyone."

"We don't want to eat." Everyone said in unison.

The townspeople didn't seem to hear it, and introduced them earnestly: "The fillings are all organic and natural, very healthy, and you can't eat them outside." He counted the number of people, frowned and said, "If there are eleven people, there is one person You have to take two."

The townspeople left after speaking. The guide greeted everyone to have breakfast, and then stood alone at the gate of the courtyard.

After about 10 minutes, the courtyard was once again surrounded by townspeople.

The old man who made the pastry came forward with a basket and said, "This is today's pastry."

What was contained in that box was not delicacies, but deadly poisons, Li Zhong didn't dare to take it, and the rest were even more afraid.

Finally, the old man and the guide looked at each other, and he distributed the pastries inside to everyone.

"This is yours, this is yours, this is yours..."

The pastry fell heavily on the palm, and it was still hot, but everyone's hearts were half cold, and the hand holding the pastry couldn't stop trembling.

During the meal, Song Xi had already told everyone that someone had splashed paint water on the walls of the Baijia Painting Gallery last night.

This time, it was yellow-green.

Therefore, everyone who got the pastries before was very fortunate that the pastries in their hands were decorated with other colors.

"This is yours." The old man put a pastry dotted with red into Song Xi's hand, before the other party could make another move, the quiet Jiang Su said, "Grandpa, where's mine?"

Everyone looked at the child with the eyes of a monster, thinking that he was either crazy or didn't know how to write dead characters.

What they wished for was ignored, but it was better for him to take the initiative to ask for it!

The old man paused, narrowed his cloudy eyes, took one out of the basket and put it in Jiang Su's hand: "Your."

What Jiang Su got was a purple-red pastry, and Song Xi heaved a sigh of relief.

Send them out one by one, but there is no yellow-green.

Everyone couldn't help but chuckle. Could it be that Song Xi's guess was wrong? It was just a coincidence that the color of the pastry was the same as the color of the paint splashed on the wall next door. These things had nothing to do with death.

However, in the next second, the old man took out the last one from the basket.

The bright yellow-green color was like a bloody knife stuck in the pastry, scaring everyone back again and again, but the guide's family of four blocked them behind, preventing them from escaping.

The old man took the pastry and wondered who he should give the extra one to.

Everyone you push me, I push you, because I am afraid that he will take a fancy to me.

The old man's eyes lit up suddenly, he took a step forward, and firmly grabbed the bearded hand.

The bearded man wanted to break free, but found that the old man was stronger than him. His five fingers clasped him firmly like an iron ring, and then put the pastry in his hand.

"I don't want it!" The bearded man threw the pastry far away, turned around and ran back to the room, and locked the door behind him.

No matter how much his roommates knocked on the door, he wouldn't open it. The two of them happened to be sitting on the steps outside.

The guide came over, wrapped the smashed pastry in paper, and placed it in front of the two of them: "Please pass it on to him."

Two people: "..."

"Can't you get in?" The guide didn't seem to intend to get an answer from the two of them. He took out the key on his own, opened the door and stood aside, staring at the two of them to go in.

"The guide asked me to hand it over to you." The roommate put the pastry on the bearded bed, shrinking his hands quickly.

"I said I don't want it! Damn it's not me, I will definitely not be the next one!" The bearded man roared a few words in fear, as if remembering something, his eyes burst into golden light.

He grabbed the pastry and quickly left the room.

There was no one in the yard or in the direction of the small garden. He squatted behind the large potted plant, and waited quietly under the cover of leaves.

Soon, he saw Song Xi come out of the room and went to the next door to look for Li Zhong.

He quickly slipped out from behind the potted plant and found Jiang Su who was sitting alone by the bed.

Seeing the man who suddenly appeared, Jiang Su was in a very calm mood, with a little coldness hanging from the corners of his eyes and brows.

The bearded man had never done anything wrong, so he was at a loss for words.

Jiang Su lost his patience with that trembling and chattering look. He tilted his head and smiled cutely, "Uncle, are you looking for me?"

"Yes, yes, uncle is looking for you." The bearded man showed the pastry that was almost shattered in his palm, suppressed his guilty conscience, and coaxed, "Little friend, this snack is very sweet and delicious. Uncle gave it to you Eat, okay?"