I eat candy in the horror world

Archie's room is well-organized, and the cabinets and tables at home are clean and tidy, which can be seen at a glance.

The TV cabinet is a combination cabinet embedded with translucent glass. There are several decorations behind the glass. There is nothing like a notebook, not even ordinary paper and pen.

Song Xi took a rough look and went to the bookcase.

Jiang Su glanced at the half-closed bedroom door, his eyesight was excellent, and the legs wrapped in the quilt inside suddenly moved.Immediately afterwards, Archie turned over and sat up, resisted his sleepiness and got out of bed, opened the door and walked out.

Song Xi only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the boy had already pushed him against the wall next to the bookcase.

Jiang Su's voice blew into his ears, "Hush."

Song Xi saw Archie come out at some point, and the slippers made no sound when he stepped on the ground. After he entered the bathroom, he opened his pants and started to drain the water.

The sound of splashing water lasted for a few seconds. Archie pulled up his pants, washed his hands hastily, and came out again.

When he passed the living room, he gave a suspicious "Huh" and tilted his head to look at the open bay window.

"Did I not close the curtains?" He walked over to himself and closed the curtains with a snap.The only light in the room disappeared completely.

This time when he returned to his room, he did not close the door. After lying down, he could see the direction of the bookcase as soon as he opened his eyes.

Hearing the rustling sounds in the bedroom, Song Xi couldn't help swallowing, and looked straight ahead.At this moment, the distance between Jiang Su and him was only a few millimeters, and the tips of their noses would touch each other with a slight movement.

He staggered his head, looked up at the dark ceiling, and pushed twice with his hands, indicating that the danger was over, and he could start to act.

Jiang Su took a step back, opened his hands to Song Xi, and asked him to hand over the phone to him.

Song Xi hesitated, and saw the young man pointing to the slippers under his feet. Ordinary people would make a little noise when walking, but Jiang Su didn't. He could be truly silent.

After a short hesitation, he put the phone in Jiang Su's hand.

Jiang Su pinched the phone, motioned Song Xi to squat down in the corner and not move, then turned around and opened the door of the bookcase.

All kinds of books in the cabinet were neatly arranged. Jiang Su's fingertips slid across the spine of the books one by one. After failing to find what he wanted, he opened another cabinet door.

In the end, nothing.

Song Xi hugged his knees,

She raised her chin towards the bedroom.

From Jiang Su's point of view, the mature and gentle young man suddenly became much shorter. He raised his head, eagerly hoping that he would continue to search, like a child begging for candy.

Reaching out to rub the top of Song Xi's head, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, he turned around and walked into the bedroom.

Song Xi's heart was filled with tension, and he didn't care that his hair was messed up.He stared at Jiang Su's back, and saw him nimbly bypassing the end of the bed and going to the bedside table on the left.

I don't know how he managed it. When the bedside table was pulled open, the drawer and the cabinet didn't make the slightest friction sound.

Song Xi looked at the person on the bed, and the small snoring sound came out of Archie's nasal cavity, which meant that he had fallen asleep.

Not long after, Jiang Su's figure reappeared, he shook his head at Song Xi, went to the bedside table on the right, but still found nothing.

Song Xi wondered, maybe Archie didn't have another record book at all?As soon as the idea came up, the boy who was supposed to go out suddenly changed direction and bent over to the person on the bed.

"You..." The exclamation almost came out.

Song Xi covered his mouth and stared at Jiang Su's figure, his beating heart almost jumped out of his throat following Jiang Su's hand that fell on the pillow.

Archie was immersed in his sleep, and when he felt the movement on the pillow, he subconsciously turned sideways to the left.Jiang Su took advantage of the situation and turned the corner of the pillow, and there was a small notebook the size of a palm lying on it.

He took out his notebook and shook Song Xiong, then turned to the first page.

The numbers above are indeed the numbers of the flower farmers, and there are corresponding small photos under each number.Jiang Su quickly took a photo with his mobile phone, reset the things, and pulled Song Xi out of the room.

Outside the dormitory building, the rain had stopped, and Han Xianfeng was shivering while hiding in the bushes in his wet clothes.

Seeing two furtive figures coming out of the building, he quickly stood up and waved his hands desperately.

"I found something." As soon as he approached, Song Xi suppressed his excitement and said.

Han Xianfeng grinned, pressed his chest and panted several times, "It's worth the risk." Thinking of something in a flash, he returned to a nervous state, "He didn't notice you, did he?"

Song Xi: "Don't worry, Archie slept so hard that even Lei couldn't wake him up."

Han Xianfeng patted his chest, "That's good, that's good."

After the lights were turned off, the Huanong dormitory was pitch black, and the closed doors were like pairs of black eyes, which made people feel flustered.The three of them didn't stay long, carefully avoiding the puddles on the ground, and returned to the cabin.

The five wooden houses were brightly lit, and everyone stood by the window, waiting for them to go back.

Uncle Su propped his back and leaned against the window frame. He was the first to see them coming back, so he walked out holding the wall while enduring the pain in his back.

Seeing the old man faltering, Han Xianfeng remembered about the plaster, and hurriedly took it out and put it on for the old man.

Uncle Su put down the rolled up clothes, "Why have you been looking for a plaster for so long, we all thought something happened to you."

Cheng Yaya also came out of the room with a worried face: "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Han Xianfeng answered casually, and when he raised his eyes and saw that it was her who was speaking, he couldn't help remembering what she had done to Grandma Hui, and his face froze.

How could Cheng Yaya not notice such an obvious change, she bit her lip, and habitually wrung her fingers and stopped talking.

Scanning the dark surroundings, Song Xi cleared his throat, "Go into the room and talk."

"That's right, let's go in and talk." Han Xianfeng also realized that it was easy to be bugged outside, so he helped Uncle Su into the house.

Two minutes later, eight people gathered in the same wooden house.

Song Xi took out Han Xianfeng's mobile phone and clicked on the newly taken photo.Even when shooting at night, the clarity of the picture is still very high, with a total of five photos.

The total number of flower farmers is 54. The first five photos each have ten people, and the numbers are 1 to 10, 11 to 20, and so on; the last photo has only four people, and the numbers are 51 to 54.

The strange thing is that there is a row of numbers below 51 to 54, from 1 to 9, and there is a certain distance between each number.The numbers of the temporary workers are in another book, and these numbers are obviously not used to fill in Song Xi's names or post photos.

"Every time before killing someone for the dead ghost, the flower farmer has to give some guidance to the dying person. Only by writing this information in black and white, they will not make mistakes easily." Song Xi said, "So the number after the number is used Fill in the mode of death."

He asked Jiang Su to fetch some soil, dipped in water and wrote all the numbers on the table.

“208、303的男主人的编号分别为44号和36号，一个是死于呛水，一个死于风扇，娄桂芬是28号，死于锄刃。所以为尾号为4、6、8号的人可以暂时不用管。”

Shen Tingyu frowned: "What do you want to say, I can't hear it."

Han Xianfeng is the one who knows the story and the real situation best. He is responsible for connecting what Song Xilu told him with the previous clues.

In the end, I shared my hands and made a summary.

"To put it bluntly, it's just playing Lianliankan to find out the death methods corresponding to the people with tail numbers 1 to 0. Excluding the three tail numbers mentioned by Song Xi, there are still 38 flower farmers left. We still have eight people now. Calculated, each person is responsible for observing 4 or 5, and the task is not too heavy."

"That's not right." Uncle Su asked, "Archie's records are very clear, and the extra numbers are just a few numbers ending in 0. Let's just focus on these few numbers?"

"Not necessarily." Han Xianfeng said, "I have had the experience of having to fill in the murderer's name before to get the key to open the door. The blank may not be unintentional, but intentional."

"Take a step back, your judgment is correct," grandma scratched the hideous mark on her face, endured the abnormality under the skin, and said hoarsely, "But even if we observe the abnormality, we can't Judging his specific method of death, such as the number 44 you mentioned, the scope of choking on water is very wide, drinking water can choke to death, swimming can also choke to death.”

Song Xi, "The damage caused by death is irreversible. As long as we pay attention to the details, we will be able to make the most accurate judgment. Fill in the first 9 blanks, and the last remaining number 0 death method is the key to our departure."

"What do you mean?" Cheng Yaya, who had been keeping gentle and quiet all this time, was quite excited, "What is the key point? Is it to kill the No. 0 flower farmers in a specific way, or we kill ourselves!!"

Everyone's thoughts have been taken away without thinking too much, and now they have reacted when they heard it, and they all looked at Song Xi.

"I'm not sure." Song Xi's answer was very weak, he thought, there must be something else that he didn't discover.

尾号为0的花农有10号、20号、30号、40号、50号等5人，其中还包括了那个总是拿着芭比娃娃的小男孩，如果真要杀人，这里没有一个人能下得去手。

Another guess is even more terrifying. No one can guarantee whether they can wake up from the real world after killing themselves.

It's like gambling with your own life!

"These reasonings are all your conjectures. There is no factual basis at all. There must be other ways." Cheng Yaya showed unprecedented strength when her life was at stake. She clenched her fists and repeated with dazed eyes, " There must be another way."

"Is there anything I can do." Shen Tingyu couldn't understand her, so she wanted to confront her, "Didn't Brother Han just say it clearly enough? If the reasoning doesn't hold, then tell me why Fang Xiaole died, and why did he live after his death?" The serial number of the hostess No. 303 who came over all ends with the number 6!"

"I...I..." Cheng Yaya couldn't refute. She felt a mess before and couldn't find the rules. After listening to Han Xianfeng's explanation, she suddenly realized——

It turned out that their numbers were not random, but deliberate.

She looked at everyone present in a panic, her complexion was not very good, gloomy and full of entanglements.

They are thinking about which one to choose between killing and committing suicide.

Or, kill people first, and then commit suicide?

This is crazy.

"I don't believe it, there must be more than one way!" At this time, a person who has never been talkative spoke up.His hair was slightly long, covering his eyes, and the excited and frightened expression on his face broke his usual gloom.

Song Xi remembered that this person was called Wang Zheng.

In my memory, he has always been silent, whether it is working, eating, or discussing issues, he never makes a sound.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Wang Zheng calmly said: "Think about it carefully, when did you leave this world with such a radical method?!"

"That's right." Cheng Yaya didn't want to refute Song Xi, who made her fall in love with her, but she didn't want to die, she wanted to go back alive, "Brother Song Xi, your method is too risky, and I think, I think..."

Bai Lianhua's habitual hesitation to speak stopped and came again.

Before Shen Tingyu could speak up, Song Xi spoke first, "What do you think?"

"I think your thinking is fixed, and you are fascinated by numbers." Cheng Yaya finished in one breath, "Maybe we can find a new way by changing our thinking."

Song Xi never forced others, he believed in the prompts of the script, and also believed in his own judgment.

"Well, how about this," he suggested, "those who are willing to find other ways to leave should be in a group with Cheng Yaya; those who believe in me, should be in a group with me and Jiang Su. However, after the personnel are divided into two, the observation task may be aggravated." .”