I eat candy in the horror world

The things on the pants were human excrement. Song Xi remembered that the short-cut pants before leaving had no such stains except that they were a little wet.

That's why Cun Tou changed his route halfway and came to the shower room.

Here, it is too easy to kill a person. The flower farmers did not choose a more direct and simple method, but they insisted on doing it in such a devious way... It shows that the punishment for the wrong person is likely to be related to a specific death. way corresponding.

Someone must have gotten it on him on his way back to change his trousers.

This correspondence cannot be easily broken, so the flower farmers secretly contribute to making the terrible death an accident.

Song Xi thought, is this what the script said, "Please don't take your seat according to the number"?

Make no mistake or you will be pushed to a certain death.

"...that shower that is still running, isn't it the one I took a shower before?!" Grandma Hui walked in. He was used to this kind of scene, and he didn't show much resistance to the bloody picture, but to the running water. The nozzle was very surprised, his face was blue and white, full of fear.

"Did you notice anything unusual after the lights went out that night?" Song Xi asked him.

"No." Grandma Hui seemed to think of something, and changed her words, "No, yes. It seemed that someone was walking towards me, but it was too dark at the time, so I wasn't sure."

Song Xi: "Is there anything else?"

"It's gone." Grandma Hui said, "Then I heard you tell me to go out."

Song Xi remembered very clearly that at that time, after washing well, the light suddenly went out. He wanted to reach out to pull Jiang Su, but he encountered a cold arm.Then, he told grandma to go out.

After going out, the light was turned on again, and the ceiling fan on the ceiling turned slower and slower... Combining what Grandma Hui said just now, the "person" standing next to him at that time should have gone to the opposite nozzle after the light went out, and also It was the place where Cun Tou took a bath before he died.

So, as long as you are strict with yourself and don't make mistakes, even if you hit a ghost, there will be no accidents?

As for the "person" hiding in the bathroom, will he be the real murderer who killed Bunny?

While thinking, there was a sudden weight on his shoulder.Jiang Su put his hand on Song Xi's shoulder and took him aside.

Immediately afterwards, a group of flower farmers rushed in.

They pushed each other, looked at the corpse on the ground with piercing eyes, and whispered something in each other's ears.

One of them turned his head and asked Han Xianfeng who was the closest, "He died and needs to be buried. Will you pay for the funeral expenses, or he will pay for it himself."

"Where can I get the money to pay him!" Han Xianfeng reflexively refused, not wanting anything to do with the dead.

"He pays by himself." Jiang Su said suddenly, and said to Han Xianfeng, "His red envelope is pressed under the pillow, and there is money in it."

It was only then that Han Xianfeng remembered that they were paid every day, and hurriedly ran back to the wooden house to get the money.

Song Xi turned his head, his lips were only a few millimeters away from the boy's ears, "How do you know it's under the pillow?"

The breath that the young man exhaled when he spoke brushed the ears, Jiang Su felt numb, tilted his head and touched the pinna, and said casually: "Guess."

Song Xi: "..."

Han Xianfeng went back to the wooden house and found the red envelope under the pillow.The envelope was the same thickness as the one in his hand, and he hadn't opened his own so far in order not to get in trouble.

After thinking about it, he plucked up his courage, tore off the top of the envelope, and poured out one ten yuan and one twenty yuan, which were the same as banknotes in the real world.

He ran back to the bathhouse with the envelope, and ran into a middle-aged man dragging a straw mat at the door.

When the man saw him, he hurriedly waved, "Wait."

Han Xianfeng stopped.

The middle-aged man threw the straw mat directly at his feet, "Give me the money."

Han Xianfeng handed over the envelope, only to see that the other party opened the envelope and looked in, and said, "It's just right." He raised his chin, "You collect the corpses of your temporary workers yourself, and we won't interfere. Roll it up." After the corpse, I took it to the cremator and burned it, and then carried the ashes back and put them away."

The mood of the flower growers seemed to be calm, but their eyes were full of excitement, and the smiles on their faces could hardly be hidden.

Song Xi looked at the distorted faces with complicated emotions. In the flower garden, death is a blessing to the living flower farmers.

Seeing Han Xianfeng who dragged the straw mat in, the flower farmers reluctantly left.Temporary workers sat in a circle at the entrance of the bathhouse, discussing how to deal with the corpse.

"Didn't you say take it and burn it?" Grandma Hui said indifferently, "Just burn it. On such a hot day, why don't you just let the corpse lie in the bathhouse?"

The bathroom is close to the boiler room, and the water supply pipes are full of hot water. The indoor temperature is relatively high, and the corpse may grow bugs if it is left for a long time.

Shen Tingyu seemed to have thought of this, and she showed disgust, "Death cannot be brought back to life. I really haven't seen anyone who died in this world and still come back to life."

"But..." Cheng Yaya whispered, "But didn't the little boy with the Barbie doll say that the dead will come back from the soil? Should we bury him in the soil?"

"Then you go and pick up the skull and press it back for Fang Xiaole. Isn't it necessary to bury the corpse? It must be neat and tidy." Shen Tingyu pointed to the entrance of the bathhouse, "You go now."

Cheng Yaya stopped talking, lowered her head, wringing her fingers in grievance.

Song Xi's eyes flicked back and forth between the two girls, "Bury the dead in the soil, are you sure the one who came back alive is the former Fang Xiaole?"

It is common sense that the dead cannot be brought back to life.

Even if the naked man in that night really came back from the earth, Song Xi believed that he was definitely different from ordinary people, otherwise the hostess of 208 would not be so flustered after seeing her husband.

And according to the reaction of the hostess that night, and the neighbors who asked for help, the naked man is definitely not the only one who "resurrected from the dead".

"Xiao Song, what are you thinking?" Uncle Su stretched out his crutch in front of Song Xi and nodded.

Song Xi came back to his senses, "Sorry, I was thinking about what Cheng Yaya said, what did you just say?"

Uncle Su: "Xiao Han said, will there be a time limit for the corpses piled up there? If we don't send the corpses to the cremation furnace later, the flower farmer may have to come and clean them up."

"Then wait for them to collect it themselves." After Jiang Su finished speaking, he picked up Song Xi and walked towards the greenhouse area.

Song Xi asked as he walked, "Do we really have to wait for the flower farmers to do it themselves?"

"Aren't you curious about their attitude towards the corpse?" Jiang Su let go of the young man's arm, put both hands in his trouser pocket, and took out a piece of candy.He peeled it off carefully, and stuffed it into Song Xi's mouth while Song Xi was not paying attention.

The candy is sour and sweet, with a milky aroma, Song Xi pushed it aside with his tongue, "Isn't there another one? You can eat it too."

Jiang Su pursed her lips and shook her head, staring at the young man's cheeks puffed up by the sugar for a moment.

Realizing that his behavior was a bit childish, Song Xi simply bit the candy into pieces and swallowed it directly.

Only then did Jiang Su look away.

The two walked side by side to the No. 1 greenhouse, took the tools and seeds, and went to the No. 2 greenhouse.

Jiang Su asked Song Xi to wait quietly, found a hoe and an iron rake and began to dig the soil.Although he is a young man, his shoulders and backs have a faint tendency to broaden, revealing a bit of maturity.

The weather in the Flower Garden was very hot, Song Xi didn't feel uncomfortable wearing silk pajamas, shorts and short sleeves, but Jiang Su, who was wearing long-sleeved trousers, was sweating profusely.

Song Xi sorted the broken seeds, "Take off your clothes when it's hot."

Jiang Su stopped, grabbed the hem and pulled the clothes off his body, and threw it to the young man in the air, "Brother, help me get it."

Song Xi hugged the boy's clothes, and a faint cold breath came to his nostrils. Song Xi glanced at Jiang Su, saw that he was still burying his head in the ground, like a thief, and lowered his head to smell it curiously.

It was a very cold fragrance, just like Jiang Su's, it was so faint and elusive, yet contradictory it had a strong sense of presence.

Song Xi folded his clothes and held them in his arms, propped his chin and stared at Jiang Su in a daze.

The young man's figure is very beautiful, with white and bright skin, and thin and firm muscles. With his movements of raising his arms, bending his body, and straightening his body, he showed smooth lines and a sense of strength.

Just this figure, coupled with that face, will be fine when I grow up.

I don't know which little girl will be cheaper in the future.

Jiang Su's movements were very quick, and within an hour, half of the huge greenhouse had been hoeed.

Song Xi got up, filled a bag with seeds, took a small shovel and a watering can, and started sowing.

Han Xianfeng and the others lingered at the entrance of the bathhouse for a long time before coming over. By the time they were about to start work, most of the work in the No. 2 shed had been completed.

Song Xi never asked why they came so late, but only asked, "The body is still in the bathhouse?"

"It's here." Han Xianfeng walked over with the guy in his arms, "We waited for almost two hours and didn't see the flower farmer coming. I guess they really didn't care about the corpse."

Song Xi nodded, and sprayed water on the loose soil a couple of times, "Just wait and see."

Around noon, Archie arrived.

He was so angry that he kicked things to vent his emotions as soon as he entered the door, and then pointed to everyone's noses and cursed: "What's the matter with you, we specially left you an afternoon to clean up the corpses, and it turned out! If you want to eat, send the body to be cremated immediately!"

Putting down the tools in their hands, the eight people returned outside the bathhouse again.

There was silence in the bathhouse, only the sound of splashing water from the nozzle that was not turned off.The blood spread outside along with the flowing water, seeped into the ground, and dyed the soil black.

"Who are you going to pick up the bones?" The temporary workers behaved badly, so they were lazy, and Archie wanted to watch them collect the corpses.

In the past, those who died in the horror world were either dragged away by the natives, eaten by ghosts or disappeared inexplicably.None of the people present had any experience in picking up corpses.

Hearing this, the two girls immediately retreated to the end in fright.

Archie's fingers slid across every face, and finally stopped in front of Han Xianfeng.

"Just you, I remember you and him are roommates, you go and put the corpse together, wrap it in a straw mat and drag it out."

Han Xianfeng wished he could faint on the spot, all the pores of his body were clamoring to repel him, but he didn't dare to resist verbally, so he resisted vomiting and walked into the men's bathhouse.

Not long after, he raised his head, pinched his nose, and walked out with one hand dragging the straw mat.

After soaking in the water for two or three hours, his body was already a little swollen, much heavier than normal. Han Xianfeng dragged it very hard, and was about to ask for help when he heard Archie speak again.

"It stands to reason that sending the corpse to cremation should be done by the close relatives. Now he comes here to work alone. As a roommate, you can barely play the role of close relatives. The rest of the people can follow behind. You can move the corpse there alone."

Han Xianfeng: "..."

The cremation furnace was far away, and Han Xianfeng's arm couldn't support him after a while, so he had to use both hands together.

Just when his arm was about to dislocate, the group finally reached the woods.

The small house where the corpse was cremated stood quietly in it, with the door open, as if it had known that someone would come to deliver the corpse.

Han Xianfeng walked in while grabbing the edge of the straw mat. Looking at the blood-soaked straw mat, he stopped breathing, pulled and dragged, and sent the corpse to the metal table in one breath.

Archie casually pointed to someone, "The switch of the cremation furnace is inside, you go and turn it on."

Cheng Yaya didn't expect it to be herself, her body shrunk into a quail, she shook her head helplessly, "I...I..."

Shen Tingyu was so annoyed by her cowardly look, she grabbed her clothes and warned in a low voice: "Don't annoy Archie, otherwise there will be no good fruit for anyone!"

Cheng Yaya walked out with red eyes, followed the instructions to find the switch, held it with both hands and pulled it down.

The next second, the sound of the machine running sounded in the room, and the orange fire burst out from the stove, burning the head of the straw mat in an instant.

The metal plate holding the corpse began to move inward, and the tongue of flame grew rapidly, licking the sides of the straw mat.The flimsy straw mat was burnt black, and a large hole was torn open.

The corpse lying inside was silent, even though the skin was burnt by the fire, it didn't cry a word of pain.

This person is really dead.

The cremation went on for more than 20 minutes, and Archie said at the right time: "No. 2, go to the back of the cremation room and get an urn."

It took Han Xianfeng a while to realize that he was talking about himself. He walked around to the back of the house and saw white ceramic jars piled up in a mess.

Taking one casually and returning to the cremation furnace, Archie ordered him again: "Put the ashes in, all of them."

The last two words are emphasized, and the articulation is extremely heavy.

Han Xianfeng didn't dare to refuse, he squatted on the ground carefully, and put all the ash from the big iron pan into the jar.In the end, I still suppressed my fear and nausea, and stroked the ashes stuck to it with my hands.

Archie lowered his head and checked, "Okay, let's take the jar back."

As if Han Xianfeng had been granted an amnesty, he closed the lid and stood up, walking back without stopping.But when he returned to the cabin, the placement of the urn became a big problem.

It would be better to let him die if he lay in the same room with the ashes, so after putting the ashes on the cabinet, he immediately packed up and went to the next door, intending to squeeze with grandma's ashes for a while.

After tossing around for so long, the cafeteria has long been closed. Everyone resisted the hunger, took the basin to wash up, and wanted to go to bed early.

There were people dead in the bathhouse, no one dared to enter alone, and every time they entered, there were three or two people together.

Song Xi was followed by Jiang Su, and he was not afraid at all, but felt very hungry.

He secretly asked Jiang Su, "Are you hungry, let's go to the cafeteria to find something to eat?"

Jiang Su glanced at the young man's shriveled stomach, "Okay."

Song Xi rubbed soap on himself, and asked Jiang Su to turn his back. Just as his fingertips touched the boy's back, the light went out.

The fan whirred and turned in the dark.

Song Xi frowned, and raised his eyes to look at the last nozzle diagonally opposite.By the moonlight, he seemed to see a thin man standing there.

Jiang Su turned around and covered his mouth, "Don't make a sound."

Song Xi nodded silently, seeing the figure move suddenly.

His walking posture was very strange, his upper body could not exert any strength, and his two arms hanging on both sides were shaking from side to side, accompanied by some kind of sticky sound, as if some sticky weight was flowing out.

As the opponent approached, Song Xi smelled a strong smell of blood.

The next moment, the man was in front of him, and he circled around the two of them, as if he was looking for something.Song Xi tapped the back of Jiang Su's hand, pointing at himself.

Jiang Su nodded, her wet hair brushed against the young man's temples.

His eyes gradually adapted to the dark light, and Song Xi saw that the other person's hair looked familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he was so surprised that he almost shouted, it was an inch cut.

After a while, the lights came on.

The water in the bathhouse was splashing, and in the huge space,

Apart from him and Jiang Su, there was no third person.

Jiang Su let go, "He's trapped here."

If the figure just now had a cut head, what about the "person" I met in the bathhouse before?Song Xi stared blankly at the last position, remembering the ghost story that Xiao Jiang forced to force him into before, the story of the dead ghost.

After a sudden death, the soul cannot be reincarnated, and is trapped in the same place. He needs to wait until the next unlucky person kills the other person with his own death method before he can break free and reincarnate.

"The previous 'person' killed Fang Xiaole, and Fang Xiaole stayed here instead of him?" Song Xi drew out an unclear line from his chaotic thoughts, "If this is the case, where did the previous 'person' go? ?”

The two looked at each other, and both saw a guess in the other's eyes.The young man's head was full of foam from rubbing. Jiang Su pressed his shoulders to make people turn around, and covered his face with a towel so that the water could wash away the remaining shampoo.

Song Xi was immersed in his thoughts, like a puppet, doing whatever he was asked to do.

After finishing, Jiang Su raised his hand and patted the back of the young man's neck. His fingertips happened to touch the end of the cervical spine. The upper part of the back of the neck was slender and beautiful, and the skin was moist and soft after being soaked in water.Out of curiosity, I put my finger on it and pinched it.

Stamina is Song Xi's sensitive point. He trembled all over, pressed the piece with his backhand, removed the towel covering his face, and glared at the troublesome boy.

Jiang Su looked at him, "What's wrong?"

The young man looked dazed and innocent, and Song Xi felt that he probably didn't do it on purpose, so he shook his head and said it was fine.Thinking of something in a flash, he suggested happily: "Don't sleep at night, let's go outside and watch, maybe we can see the resurrection of the dead."

After taking a bath, the two of them came out refreshed holding the basin, and met Han Xianfeng and Grandma Hui who were walking towards them.

Han Xianfeng's complexion was not very good, he hesitated to speak for a while, "Did you meet anything inside?"

Grandma Hui raised her eyelids and looked at Song Xi, "We seem to have run into a ghost."

Han Xianfeng and the two had already returned to the room, and after sitting down, the more they thought about it, the more something was wrong, so they ran over to discuss with Song Xi.

Song Xi: "I seem to see Fang Xiaole."

Han Xianfeng had a big head, "I seem to have seen it too!"

Song Xi: "And then?"

Han Xianfeng said: "Actually, I'm not sure if it's him. I just feel that someone is pulling me, trying to drag me to the last nozzle! I struggled desperately. If it wasn't for Lu Ming pulling me, I might have died. Became the soul of the dead under the fan."

"Probably not." Song Xi explained his conjecture about the rules of killing, and comforted the man who was still in shock, "You didn't make a mistake, even if you were dragged over, the fan wouldn't fall off."

"In case, I'm afraid of what happens." Now when Han Xianfeng closes his eyes, he will think of the bloody skull, the blood and slime all over the ground, and the upper body split in two.

This will be his nightmare for a long time.