I eat candy in the horror world

"Young man, pass me a few more flower pots." The woman's polite voice came into her ears.

Song Xi heard the sound and looked over. She was quick and quick, and she had already brought out several eustomas, which were piled up on the cleared ground by her feet.

"Okay, right away." Song Xi put down the shovel in his hand and went to the man.

The man's demeanor has returned to normal, and the area on his chest has healed well without any trace.When bending down to carry the flower pot, Song Xi paid attention to the back of the opponent's head, which looked intact.

Song Xi weighed whether to fall on the ground again, pretending to touch the opponent's head, to see if the skull would slide away.

"Why didn't you move? Do you want to help?" The man suddenly turned around with a smile in his eyes.

Song Xi shook his head, "I'm thinking about how many I want to take."

The man disliked him, Moji, "Any amount is fine."

So Song Xi moved more than 20 plastic flowerpots over at once, without the woman asking, and consciously squatted down to put the flowers with soil into the pots.

The shipment volume of this business today is very large, not only Song Xi's flower field, but all the flower farmers are not resting.

When Song Xi was halfway through his work, he straightened up and looked in Jiang Su's direction. The young man was bare-chested, and the sun was shining on his sweaty skin, as if it had been coated with a layer of light gold.

Sensing the gaze from a distance, the boy looked up.

The two looked at each other inexplicably for a while, Song Xi took the lead to look away, and continued to work hard.

After seven o'clock in the afternoon, the flower farmers finally finished their work for the day.In order to complete the shipment before nightfall, they not only brought in temporary workers to help, but also called the cafeteria aunt, so there was no food in the cafeteria.

The woman took off her thick gloves and said to Song Xi: "In the past, we used to get fresh vegetables from the cafeteria and cook them at home. There is no stove for your temporary workers. If you don't mind, come to my house Let's eat."

Don't be a fool when you get a good opportunity.

Song Xi said embarrassedly: "Then I will trouble you."

"No trouble." The woman said with a gentle smile, "If it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't be able to complete the task today. I should be the one to thank."

Song Xi looked into the distance and Jiang Su was also busy with handicrafts, and asked the woman cheekily: "Can I bring my brother?"

The woman followed his gaze, frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said, "Of course, but 208 probably won't agree."

It saves time and trouble to eat with one less mouth, so I should be happy.Song Xi was puzzled: "Why didn't you agree?"

"You have helped us, we should be grateful in return. Treating you to dinner is my way of gratitude, and treating your brother to dinner is their way of gratitude." The woman's expression became serious unknowingly, as if she was saying something very formal, "Know Entubao means that we should abide by the character, if we don't do it, it is morally flawed."

Song Xi was stunned, he thought that as long as the people here did not make mistakes in their work, it would be fine.It now appears that there are also requirements on the moral level.

That being the case, why do they still lead people to die?

Such viciousness simply tarnishes the word "morality".

"Sister, in our flower garden, will the best work performance and the best morals be rewarded at the end of the year?" Song Xi quickly collected his thoughts and asked with a smile.

"It's not the end of the year, it's every month." The woman said enviously, "The best employee selected at the end of the month can get a huge bonus. With the bonus, when there is an accident, you can buy better..."

While speaking, the words suddenly stopped.

"What's better?" Two words popped into Song Xi's mind: coffin.

"It's nothing." The woman seemed to have forgotten what she just said, and naturally changed the subject, "If you want your brother to come over for dinner, you can negotiate with the host of 208."

She covered her lips with one hand and reminded: "He has a bad temper, so you must pay attention to your tone when you speak."

Song Xi also wanted to meet the man with the scar, thanked the woman, and walked straight towards Jiang Su.

Just stepped into the flower field where the man with the scar was, the road ahead was blocked.

The man with the scar asked with a dark face: "What are you doing here, I remember you are helping 303."

Song Xi lowered his eyes and whispered as if being bullied: "I just came to see my brother."

He quickly searched the ground with his eyes, and soon found the shovel that belonged to the man with the scar. It was polished to a round and smooth handle, and 44 was written on it.

The scarred man glanced at the thin young man, and relaxed his vigilance a little, "Go, but hurry up, we're taking him home for dinner."

Song Xi thanked him repeatedly, and walked past the man in a cowardly manner.

Jiang Su looked at him from afar in his spare time, and slowly took off his gloves.

Before Song Xi could make a sound, he opened his mouth and said a number: "43."

The hostess was No. 43. Song Xi immediately realized, raised his eyebrows, and asked with great interest, "How did you know that I wanted to ask this?"

"You seemed to have been looking for his shovel on the ground just now." Jiang Su seemed unsure, "Brother, did I guess wrong?"

"That's right." Song Xi found it inconceivable that he and Jiang Su had such a tacit understanding that they knew what the other was thinking without even opening their mouths.

He stepped forward, reached out and squeezed Jiang Su's face, "You are such a clever little ghost."

Jiang Su: "..."

His face hurt a little from being pinched, but he didn't resist, letting the young man be happy.

Looking at the blushing face, Song Xi felt that his hands were a little heavy, rubbing the pinch marks with his fingertips, and talking about the arrangements for tonight: "Tonight we will separate, you go to room 208 for dinner, I will go to room 303, and we will find you in an hour. Opportunities to get out and converge."

Jiang Su: "I have no objection."

Song Xi stretched out his hand to hug him, and patted the young man's back with his big hand, "Be careful."

Jiang Su lowered his eyelashes and hugged back vigorously.Those arms were so strong that Song Xi almost died of strangulation.

Song Xi coughed twice, broke free from his arms, smiled timidly at the man with the scar who had been staring at them, and went back to another flower field.

On the way, he kept thinking.

刀疤男编号是44，他妻子是相邻数字43。那303号房女主人呢？丈夫是36号，妻子会不会是35？

Song Xi felt the wind blowing under his feet, and quickly returned to the field. At this time, the woman had already packed everything, and stretched out her hand to pick up her husband to go to the cafeteria to pick up the food.

Seeing the young man coming back, she asked enthusiastically, "What do you say over there?"

"My younger brother stayed at their house for dinner." Song Xi glanced at the man's feet, he was not standing very firmly, his legs were shaking slightly, and his sense of balance was not good.

"Let me just say, they won't let him go easily." The woman tucked her hair behind her ears, carried a bag, and walked forward holding her husband's hand.

Song Xi watched her shaking the bag in her hand and knew that it contained her working tools.

During the process of moving the flowers, the woman never let go of the shovel in her hand, let alone confirmed the number on it. Song Xi secretly prayed that the woman must not put the bag away immediately after returning home.

Room 303 was tidy and tidy.

The curtains were blown open by the breeze, and outside the window was a small hillside. The hillside was overgrown with greenery, dotted with wild flowers.

Song Xi was placed on the sofa by the woman after entering the door, and the bag was thrown on the shoe cabinet at the entrance, and then the couple went into the room to change clothes.

The mouth of the bag was wide open, silently inviting.

Song Xi glanced at the door of the room, and quickly rushed over, seeing that the number 35 was actually marked on the handle of the shovel.

To sum up, in the same family, women will have a lower number than men, so what about children?

Thinking of that nervous little boy, Song Xi was curious, not knowing what his serial number was.

With a click, the door opened.

Fortunately, Song Xi had already returned to sit on the sofa, covering his knees with his hands, and when he looked up, he saw a woman walking out with a smile.Nodding politely, she went to the kitchen.

The man sat next to Song Xi, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

The program on TV is boring, it is a flower growing program.

The expressionless host is interviewing a flower grower with an expressionless face. The flower farmer is like reading a book, talking about the precautions for growing flowers without emotion.

Song Xi asked the man: "Is the show good?"

The man said it looked good, and asked him, "What do you think?"

"I also think it looks pretty." Song Xi propped his chin with one hand, and tapped his face twice with his fingertips, "But I think we must have used more special methods for flowers in our flower garden, such as..."

He deliberately paused, observed the man's expression, and said word by word: "Special fertilizer."

"You know." The man didn't panic, his lips curled up slowly, "You guessed right, it's special fertilizer."

Song Xi didn't expect the other party to be so calm, "Aren't you curious how I know?"

"They dump fertilizers and never hide them. You know it's normal." The man leaned back on the sofa and folded his hands on his chest. "What's more, it's not a secret. Everyone here knows it."

Corpses don't rise from the ground for no reason.Song Xi couldn't think of the reason at first, until the early morning of the day Cun Tou died, he was taken into the flower field by children.

The child didn't have that much scheming. The reason why he guided Cun Tou to bury himself in the soil was obviously because he had seen adults do the same.

Song Xi tentatively asked: "How do you know that ashes can make flowers grow better?"

The man's face darkened suddenly, and he said in a rough voice, "It's none of your business! Young man, you ask too many questions, and knowing too much is not good for you." He changed his face drastically,

He laughed grimly, "Unless you want to be the same as me."

He stood up abruptly, putting his hands on both sides of Song Xi's head, trapping him in a small space.

Then he raised his hand and unbuttoned his shirt one by one, exposing his chest.

Song Xi: "...what are you going to do?"

The man's voice slowed down, like a smooth and warm tune, "After becoming the same kind, you will find that life is worthless now, and a brand new door will open for you... Do you want to see what it looks like inside the door?"

The more Song Xi listened, the more his scalp became numb. He was about to shake his head when he saw the man's eyes suddenly turn white.

There was an extra crack on his forehead, and the crack extended to both sides, blood gushing from the inside out, flowing down along the forehead, dripping all over Song Xi's chest and clothes.

The intact chest in front of his eyes made a strange tearing sound.

The skin cracked to reveal a scarlet red, which was reflected in Song Xi's eyes widened in shock.He could see clearly that the filling in the chest and abdominal cavity was not any kind of viscera, but a bunch of tangled black roots wriggling like worms.

Song Xi showed no fear.

He knew that fear would become a knife for the other party to hurt him at this time.

So, he looked up at the condescending face, "Aren't you afraid that your wife will see you looking like this?"

The man glanced at the kitchen, and the hem of his wife's clothes flashed by the door.The gloomy face twisted for a moment, and the weird and bloody scene returned to normal in the blink of an eye.