Forces of Temptation

A sharp scream came from the bathroom, making the people in the living room almost jump up.

The thin monkey took the lead and rushed to the door: "Sister Shen!"

He raised his hand to press the doorknob, only to find that the door was locked from the inside.

Shen Jie's voice trembled: "Don't..."

The thin monkey who entered without knowing it was full of enthusiasm and almost slammed into the door in a hurry, but fortunately he was stopped by Shen Jie who was inside the door in time.

"Don't use your brain..." Shen Jie gasped, "I locked the door myself... I didn't block you. I blocked myself."

"...What if I run out on impulse and the task is not completed?"

... Li Yinhang somewhat admired Shen Jie's ruthlessness towards him at this juncture.

She lay on the door and knocked carefully: "Sister, let me go in and accompany you."

Without saying anything, Shen Jie turned the lock and opened a crack for her.

after an hour.

Shen Jie was wrapped in a towel, and walked out of the bathroom in a cold sweat without any risk.

... This bath washes away the loneliness.

She described her experience as simply as possible.

Because those feet appeared too fast, and Shen Jie saw them with her head down, she didn't have time to see the whole picture of the person behind her.

She could only grasp the details and describe: "Those feet are not too big."

Nan Zhou asked her, "Is it a child's foot or an adult's foot?"

Shen Jie's face was pale and miserable: "It looks like...a woman's feet."

There was silence in the living room.

The second boot fell, but no one felt the slightest relief.

In horror games, once the plot develops to a certain critical point, or the investigation enters an important stage, ghosts will appear.

In ordinary games, this is an all-too-common routine.

However, no matter how difficult the game is, it can be infinitely reverted.

But for them now, if they take a wrong step, they may never go back.

When everyone fell into dead silence, Nan Zhou suddenly raised his head and asked, "Why is it a woman?"

Everyone else said in unison: "... Huh?"

Nan Zhou repeated: "Why is it a woman?"

Everyone: "..."

Is not this nonsensical?

At present, there is only one woman who has clearly died in this family.

The key point is that Nan Zhou's expression is very serious, it seems that he is really thinking about this problem.

Although I know that Nan Zhou is a smart person, and he is the person who has obtained the most points in this dungeon, but his thinking is really too jumpy and elusive.

The fitness trainer, who really couldn't keep up with his train of thought, was a little impatient: "Can you have fewer weird questions?"

"Where's Mr. Jiang?" He turned his head to find the Jiangfang translator, "Where did Mr. Jiang go?"

The thin monkey gave a "tsk", patted his head, and pointed to the door of the children's room.

...Jiang Fang had already gone in.

at this time.

Jiang Fang was lying alone on the bed in the children's room, with his hands folded in front of his chest, fiddling with his fingers repeatedly, so as to stimulate his thinking to run at a high speed.

Because of his height, he couldn't lie flat on the small children's bed, so he could only hang his feet down the side of the bed and step on the slippers beside the bed.

The voice of Nan Zhou outside the door came faintly through the door panel.

"Why is there a woman?"

Hearing this, Jiang Fang suddenly sat up from the bed.

A little inspiration flashed through his mind like a shooting star.

It's a pity that he didn't catch it in time. When he realized it, only the light tail of the meteor remained in his mind.

Jiang Fang frowned, feeling a little unhappy.

When he confirmed that he really failed to grasp the inspiration and had to lie back on the bed again, there was a knock on the door of the children's room.

Then, a figure slipped in through the crack of the door.

...It is Nanzhou holding the quilt and pillow.

Jiang Fang didn't move.

Like Nan Jixing squatting on Nan Zhou's shoulder, he watched intently as he made the quilt under the bed rustlingly.

"Miss Li is sleeping in the living room with 'Shunfeng' and the others. I'm here to sleep."

Nanzhou stated the facts: "They don't understand what I say."

...The tone was very flat, but Jiang Fang could hear a little grievance from it.

When Jiang Fang repeatedly tried to suppress the corners of his mouth, Nan Zhou reflected: "Also, it may be because I tore the wallpaper that Shen Jie encountered the incident in the bathroom. I think there may be something happening tonight." matter."

"So?" Jiang Fang looked at Nan Zhou in the dim light of the swimming night light, "You moved in because you want to protect me?"

"Yes." Nan Zhou didn't even think about it, "Protecting teammates will give you points."

This is the valuable gaming experience Nanzhou accumulated on the bus.

If you protect teammates on the same side, one person is worth 100 points.

Jiang Fang: "..."

Nan Zhou: "Why don't you talk anymore?"

Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, Jiang Fang stretched out his hand under the bed: "Your 100 points want to say good night to you."

Nan Zhou looked at the hand stretched out in front of his eyes, and lightly placed it on his palm: "Wan..."

Jiang Fang suddenly grabbed his hand.

It's not a strong sense of control and aggression, but hugging and holding, the movements are light but firm.

He didn't hold it for a long time, and after touching it for a while, he let go naturally.

Jiang Fang laughed and said, "Today I'm a bit overworked, so I'll get my blood back."

Nan Zhou didn't quite understand why the blood returned when he held his hand, but he still gave a low "huh" to indicate that he knew.

Turning over on his back, Nan Zhou thought, Jiang Fang's palms were really soft, just as he thought.

After thinking about it, Nan Zhou fell asleep.

He had a dream.

Nan Zhou couldn't remember how long he hadn't had a dream.

In his dream, he was riding a bicycle on the central street of a small town.

Surrounded by people passing by, there are familiar children waving at him and calling him "Teacher Nan".

He nodded to the child, kept on riding, and rode forward until he reached the end of the road and the end of the road, and then suddenly stopped the bike.

The sunset in the sky is the same iron red, the pale black mountains stretch to the sky, and the dead tree branches beside the road are like slender ghost hands, grabbing straight to the sky.

He sat on the bicycle seat, quietly watching the blood-stained sunset disappearing in the sky, and slowly ate a whole apple before turning around and returning to the small town in the dim moonlight against which the bright stars were shining. A brightly lit home.

Mother smiled: "Are you back?"

Nan Zhou: "Yes."

The younger sister poked her head out: "Are you back?"

Nan Zhou: "Yes."

The father is gentle and loving: "Are you back?"

Nan Zhou: "Yes."

After responding one by one, he put down his schoolbag full of paints, rolled up his sleeves, and walked into the kitchen.

But he discovered that a stranger was actually in his kitchen, serving a steaming cake from the oven.

Probably hearing the noise, the man turned around and said with a smile, "... are you back?"

In the dream, Nan Zhou couldn't see his face clearly.

He tried every means and tried his best to find out who he was.

Go around in front of him.

grab his shoulders.

Try to cup his face.

But he just couldn't see who he was.

Nan Zhou asked, "Who are you?"

The man was always smiling in the cloud, and refused to tell him no matter what.

Nan Zhou woke up suddenly with the sound of rapid breathing.

A warm light shone through the window.

The sky is clear.

The elevated body temperature gradually normalized, and the disordered breathing gradually stabilized.

But his spirit is still in a trance.

Nan Zhou has a little problem with dreaming.

... It is not easy for him to escape from the dream.

Nan Zhou stared at the ceiling in front of him, trying to focus on something realistic and speed up the process of sorting out his thoughts.

However, he watched and frowned.

...He felt as if something was wrong.

At this moment, a classic national curse from the fitness coach came from outside: "Damn it!!"

Nan Zhou jumped up from the ground.

It wasn't until he sat down firmly that he was convinced that everything in front of him was not his illusion.

The house in front of them had a strange...no, treacherous distortion.

. . . the whole house has become smaller.

When Nan Zhou stood up, the top of his head could almost touch the ceiling.

He had a dream all night, and was hit hard by the ceiling again, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he fell back and sat on the bed.

When Nan Zhou couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, he was held by one hand and rubbed the top of his hair.

Nan Zhou looked at Jiang Fang who was awake beside him, and suddenly felt that he was very familiar.

But the content of the dream, within a few minutes of waking up, had gradually faded away.

After Nan Zhou stared straight at him for a while, he pointed to the ceiling and whispered, "...it fell."

"It's okay." Jiang Fang patted him on the back, soothing him gently, "Even if the sky falls, fortunately, I'm still tall."

The author has something to say:

Nanzhou student's garbled san value has been answered

——A violent crispy dps who is not afraid of ghosts at all, but is vulnerable and sensitive to mental attacks ①

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①dps: refers to the output, attacking the opponent's main force