Don't force me to quit the group!

"Ah!"

He Wei only felt that the smell was too irritating, and the smell of rotten wood mixed with it made his nausea double.

Xing Zi hurried forward, took out a handkerchief and handed it to He Wei, "What's wrong?"

As he spoke, he moved forward curiously, but was stopped by Ye Yintang raising his arm.

He Wei also recovered, and persuaded: "Don't go, the smell is too disgusting."

Ye Yintang leaned over lightly, breathing into his nose, even though he was mentally prepared, he couldn't help frowning, slightly pursed his thin lips, and said displeasedly: "The smell is not left by the program crew."

"Oh?" He Wei wiped away tears, "Did you say that smell of disinfectant water?"

"Ah."

He Wei was puzzled: "This kind of thing is so volatile, how can it be kept for so long?"

Ye Yintang touched the shelf and thought for a moment, "This is made of camphor wood, which is easy to absorb the smell. I think it is because it has been left for a long time and the air here is not circulating."

"Oh."

He Wei only felt that there was still a disgusting smell in his nose, and as if he suddenly remembered something, he buried his head in Ye Yintang's clothes and took a sharp breath.

Ye Yintang didn't hide, but showed surprise on his face: "Huh?"

Only then did He Wei feel better, and smiled embarrassedly: "The smell just now was too strong, I'd better smell the captain's body to wake up my nose."

"Oh?" Ye Yintang's calm facial features were a little turbulent, "I have a taste?"

He Wei nodded, with a sincere face: "Of course!"

"What is the taste?"

"It's just..." He Wei thought for a long time, but he was too embarrassed to say it directly, so he lowered his head and said, "It smells good."

"Oh."

"One...you two, aren't you afraid to chat here?"

Sachiko who was standing by the side finally couldn't bear it anymore, interrupted and asked: "This is a haunted house! We can't find out yet!!"

She is not a timid type, but...the two in front of her are too laid back, right?

"Okay, okay," He Wei smiled apologetically, and then began to think seriously: "In this room, musical instruments are placed on the left, and clothes are placed on the right. There is such a large area in the middle that I don't know what to leave, but it is likely to be medical equipment. ...What is the owner of this house going to do?"

"There is too little information to infer." Ye Yintang looked around again, and after confirming that there was nothing he hadn't discovered, he walked out first, and then looked back at He Wei and Xingzi: "Don't be nervous."

The three of them came to the door of the opposite room together, only to notice that this door is much more elaborate than the previous one. Not only is it a strange "double door", but upon careful observation, there are many exquisite patterns carved on it. There are also two round glazed peek-in windows.

"The doors of the basement...does it have to be so luxurious?" He Wei said as he pushed open one of the doors, just stepped in, and was stunned when he saw the furnishings inside.

I saw rows of circular seats in front, all fixed to the ground, and what surrounded them was also the center of the room, and there was actually a small circular stage.

Ten years ago, almost no one had a private theater at home, but the owner of this house even designed a private theater in the basement!

Shocked, He Wei counted the number of seats. Twenty people can be seated here. The stage is already absurdly small, but with a distance of only a few square meters, two people standing on it will look very crowded. up.

The audience had to sit in a circle at such a close distance to watch the performance of the person in the center... Thinking of this, He Wei felt a little ridiculous.

Sachiko's eyes lit up, "Wow, this is so touching!"

He Wei looked at the wood slag falling from the seats around him, with a puzzled look on his face: "This is... what does it feel like?"

Sachiko excitedly pointed to the ceiling: "Look!"

He Wei raised his head when he heard the sound, and saw that the ceiling was covered with elaborate murals, he was shocked for a moment.

Even after more than ten years, the colors of the murals are still bright.He Wei often saw this kind of dome murals appearing in churches in documentaries, but after looking carefully for a long time, he found that the murals in this room had nothing to do with religion at all.

The content of the mural looks like some random, human-shaped but unrecognizable graffiti, spreading from the top of the stage to the surroundings.What puzzled He Wei was that these graffiti were almost all red-brown red, rose red, dark red... The farther away from the center of the stage, the lighter the red, which was obviously intentional.

But He Wei looked up for a long time and couldn't see why, so he simply walked to the front of the stage and carefully observed the things on the ground.

Compared with the wooden frame in the previous room, this stage has obviously been carefully maintained. Except for some dust, there are almost no traces of time on it, and it seems that you can smell a faint wax smell when you get close.

He Wei thought about it, felt it was really weird, and decided not to stand on the stage, but Xingzi seemed to regain his energy, relying on the fact that he graduated from an opera major, he walked up generously.

Maybe it's been a long time since I saw the stage, but even seeing a small one can feel novel enough.

Sachiko pretended that there was an audience below, and bowed: "Ladies! Gentlemen! Next, I will bring you a copy of "Red Detachment of Women". I hope you like it!"

As soon as Sachiko finished speaking, she stood on tiptoe very neatly, and was about to start spinning, but suddenly felt her foot slip and fell heavily on the stage.

And this stage started to rotate by itself under this momentum...

Xingzi hurriedly limped down, then bravely grabbed the side of the stage and turned around hard.

The stage was still a little frozen at first, but soon began to rotate, as if there was some driving force, and it took a long time to stop.

Sachiko looked surprised: "This kind of stage...is the first time I've seen it, it's quite creative."

He Wei didn't answer, he always felt that there was something strange.

Seeing that the two were thinking about something, Xingzi ignored her, so she stepped onto the stage again.This time, she slowly found her balance, and then slowly rotated her body following the stage.

He Wei wanted to stop him, but he was stunned for a moment when he saw Xingzi standing on tiptoe intoxicated, and felt that the scene in front of him was full of a strange beauty.

He has seen a lot of ballets, but none of them have the shock of watching them at close range. It's just that the strange feeling in his heart has been there all the time, which prevents him from fully devoting himself to it, otherwise he will definitely feel more.

He tried to stand a little further away, and then quietly looked at the revolving stage and Sachiko in the middle. After a long while, he suddenly realized the origin of his strange feeling.

The scene in front of me is not like watching a ballet performance, but like watching a music box.

A humanoid, live version of a music box.

Sachiko is like a villain performing in a music box, spinning to the rhythm of the music...

and many more!

music?Is there still some music missing?

He Wei was thinking, and didn't notice Xing Zi on the stage for a while.

She was almost fascinated, she didn't know why she chose to take the risk to stand on this stage, and why she turned faster and faster.She only knew that as soon as she entered this room, she was immediately attracted by the murals on the ceiling.At this moment, her body was spinning, and she raised her head suddenly, and was pleasantly surprised to see the ceiling murals that she thought were beautiful and novel just now, which seemed to be constantly changing in rotation.

Those unexplained red strokes gradually took shape and even evolved under the rapidly blurred perspective—they looked like embryos when she first rotated at a slow speed, and then gradually turned into an embryo as she got faster and faster. The little girl with braids, and when she was almost unable to stop, the combination of those red spots turned out to be like a ferocious skeleton!

And the skeleton seemed to be slowly approaching her, almost falling down...

Xingzi stared wide-eyed, and just about to shout out, she suddenly heard a "click" from her feet, and in an instant, a big hole was broken on the stage, and before the three of them could react, one of her legs was stuck. went in.

"what!"

A scream broke the silence.

Only then did He Wei come to his senses, and immediately rushed forward with Ye Yintang, dragging her out alone.

Fortunately, the inside of the stage was designed to be hollow, so Sachiko was not seriously injured.

He Wei was nervous: "Are you... all right?"

Sachiko gritted her teeth and nodded.

Ye Yintang checked her for a while, and then stood up again: "It seems that there is nothing wrong, can you move?"

Xingzi tried to turn her ankle, but found that she didn't feel anything strange, so she stood up, walked a few steps with He Wei's support, and finally said with certainty, "Hmm...no problem."

He Wei let out a long sigh of relief: "That's good!"

Ye Yintang looked at Xingzi fixedly, and asked, "What did you see just now?"

Sachiko hesitated for a moment, but still explained the changes in the mural in detail.After He Wei heard it, he gasped. He wanted to verify but didn't dare to stand on the stage, so he raised his head and spun around on the spot.

But even if he flew up by himself, he didn't see the so-called shape change of the graphics on the ceiling, he just felt dizzy.

"No... I can't bear it." He Wei supported his forehead and sat down on the ground: "You turned so fast just now, didn't you feel dizzy at all?"

Sachiko looked surprised: "Soon? I don't feel anything."

"Soon." Ye Yintang said concisely, "Then do you feel dizzy now?"

Xingzi let go of He Wei's hand supporting her, and took two steps forward alone: ​​"I'm really fine, you see, I can still walk in a straight line."

Although He Wei didn't believe it, but he was not lucky, seeing her really normal face, it was inconvenient to ask again.

"Let's go out quickly. We'll finish the last room." Sachiko still felt uneasy when he thought of the mural falling towards him. "After seeing the three rooms, it's considered as completing the task. This place is too scary, even if you can't find it." As far as the rose... it should be fine, right?"

"Yes. Safety is the most important thing." Ye Yintang agreed, opened the door, and made a gentleman's gesture to let Xingzi go first.

Although the corridor was pale, it was still bright. The three of them collected themselves before walking to the door of the last room on the basement floor.

This place is no stranger to Ye Yintang and He Wei, because this room is not only the place where they live broadcast for the first time, but also the place where they first know each other's identities.

Xingzi looked nervous: "I heard that the male owner of this villa died in this room... Nothing terrible will happen, right?"

"Well, this room is very small, let's get out as soon as we're finished," He Wei took two deep breaths to encourage himself, "Actually, we've been here before, it's not... too dangerous."

After all, there are only a few low-level brats.

"it is good."

Xingzi tidied up her clothes, knowing that the show was still being recorded, so she didn't want to be labeled as a delicate disease or a little princess, so she stepped forward decisively and opened the door.

The room was as cramped and dark as the last time I saw it.After the three of them poured in, they felt that the level of horror here was more than a star and a half compared to the previous two rooms.Moreover, there is nothing to explore in this room. It is square and square, and everything can be seen clearly at a glance with the help of the light in the corridor.

The program team also obviously found this place boring, so they hung roses and data cards on the roof in a mysterious way, hanging in the middle of the room.

Sachiko stepped forward, picked off the rose, and read the information card carefully.

"Where you are standing is the place where the owner of this room was found dead."

Sachiko hurriedly took half a step back before continuing.

"His name is Xiao Mingfeng, and he is the rumored fourth son of Fenglai International—even though he has never been publicly recognized. He was almost 40 years old when he died. According to rumors, he didn't take the initiative to ask for this house, but It was hidden here by the head of Fenglai International at that time - because he has some unique hobbies, or hobbies, which are not easy to make public."

"He lived in isolation all his life. But you have seen the first two rooms, whether it is the many instruments and costumes, or the auditorium on those stages, it is obviously not designed for one person to live. But according to those around him, he never invited anything. People come here."

"It is reported that Xiao Mingfeng once studied abroad in Italy when he was a teenager, majoring in ballet. Then he returned to China for unknown reasons and stayed here."

"His appearance was also sealed after the police investigation ended, and there is no way to find it. People around said that they often saw a long-haired person passing by the window of this house. It might be him."

"But, is it really 'he'?"

After Xingzi finished reading, she shuddered, and stuffed the data card into He Wei's hand: "What's all this, me, me, me, I don't understand..."

He Wei read it several times again, but also felt confused, "Maybe you have to combine information from other layers to understand it. At present, I only know that Xiao Mingfeng died here..."

Ye Yintang nodded: "Well, people who live in one place for a long time are prone to have problems in their minds, and may do some behaviors that are different from ordinary people, such as the decoration and decoration of the two rooms in front. As for the so-called rumors, it is not necessarily true. It’s true, it’s just the general public’s excessive reverie about the stories of the rich and powerful people under the fog. In the final analysis, we still have to believe in science.”

He Wei clapped his thumbs to express his agreement: "That's right! What's the age now, don't think about those gods and ghosts anymore!"

"Okay..." Xingzi felt relieved after hearing what the two said, and supported her heart: "Since the task is completed, although there are still many mysteries that have not been solved, can we go back?"

"Yes, let's do that for today!"

The three of them instantly relaxed at the thought of calling it a day.

Ye Yintang walked out of the room first, He Weiben was second, but before he could take a step, he suddenly froze.

because.

Suddenly he heard music.

It was the shapeless tune last night—but today it was heard very clearly, first it was a soft prelude, and then each strong tremolo immediately pierced He Wei's eardrum.

He Wei instantly concluded that this was definitely not an erhu, but a violin.

An old violin.

And the only reason why he can hear clearly now is that they are very close to the sound source——

It was the sound coming from the first room.

He was about to tell Ye Yintang all this, but before he could leave the room, the door closed with a bang.

Immediately afterwards, the incandescent lights in this room suddenly turned on, and then began to flicker crazily.

Sachiko was instantly terrified, screamed unceasingly, and squatted down along the wall.

He Wei was also in a hurry, and slammed on the door with all his might, but it didn't move at all, as if it had been welded on by something.

"He Wei, what's going on inside?" Ye Yintang shouted from the door, "I can't see it."

"I don't know either." He Wei knew that Ye Yintang meant that he couldn't see it with his celestial eyes, so he calmed down in a panic and opened his celestial eyes, but when he looked back, he didn't find anything unusual. Going up, it seems that..."

Before the words were finished, the crazily flickering lights in the room stopped, but emitted a light that was brighter than the limit of incandescent lighting, illuminating the narrow room like daylight, almost hurting He Wei's eyes.

But he had to force himself to open his eyes, because he saw, in the middle of the room, Sachiko was lying on the ground moaning in pain.

"What's wrong?" He Wei rushed forward, letting Xingzi lean on him, "What's wrong with you?"

Sachiko wanted to speak, but the words that came to her mouth turned into a painful and inarticulate whimper, and she could only point to her feet.

Seeing this, He Wei didn't care about the etiquette of intimacy between men and women, and directly took off her shoes.

I saw that her white socks at the toes were already bright red.

He Wei remembered that it was her foot that fell into the stage in the last room.So she quickly took off her socks.I saw a wooden thorn wedged obliquely into her toenail, and the gurgling blood was gushing out.

In desperation, he didn't have time to think about when it was inserted, and why Xingzi only felt the pain now.I can only get started quickly, trying to pull out the wooden thorn.

But soon, He Wei saw that the wooden thorn seemed to be slowly getting bigger, swelling like a leech full of blood.He Wei rubbed his eyes before confirming that what he saw was true.

No matter how hard he tried, the wooden thorn seemed to grow on Sachiko's feet. Soon, Sachiko's blood flow stopped, and the next second, the wooden thorn disappeared.

He Wei looked at the sudden change in bewilderment, and then looked at Xingzi in surprise, she stopped crying and regained her calm.

It's just that his expression was much colder than usual.

Face as grey.

Then, Xingzi struggled to break away from He Wei's protection, took off her other shoe, and tapped her toes on the ground.

He Wei couldn't imagine the pain of the nails hitting the floor with wooden thorns, and almost wanted to close his eyes.

But Sachiko was very calm, and even tapped the floor lightly with her toes, making two "da da" sounds.

It was only then that He Wei noticed that the wooden thorn had turned into a whole piece of wood at some point, wrapping between Sachiko's toes, like a block in front of ballet shoes.

Soon, Sachiko nodded, bowed, raised her legs, and spun along with the sound of the violin coming from outside the house...

If it weren't for her being sober now, her movements would be considered graceful.

It's just that her hands were lifted up to the sky dully, as if she was holding the air.

He Wei was dumbfounded.He didn't come back to his senses until he heard the sound of breaking the door vigorously outside.

Ye Yintang must be trying to find a way to get in.

But he didn't want to rely on Ye Yintang's help to solve the problem, so he forced himself to analyze the situation and find a way.

It's a pity that he wasn't suffering by himself at the moment, and there wasn't much energy around his body, but he still urged the golden thread, trying to get between the ballet shoes, and separate the staves and Sachiko.

However, the skid almost grew on Sachiko's feet without a single gap.In desperation, He Wei could only force himself to control more qi, and wrapped Xingzi's foot completely, hoping to shatter the block.

This trick was obviously effective, because he could clearly feel that the block full of black air was resisting, and Sachiko's movements also slowed down.

But maintaining the stellar energy outside the body for a long time is obviously more difficult than he imagined. He could handle it for a few tens of seconds at first, but as time went on, he had to dodge Sachiko's movements while letting more stellar energy and That skid bumps.The loss of mana and physical strength was huge, and he soon felt chills all over his body.

Finally, with the sound of the door cracking, He Wei also felt that his stellar qi had finally suppressed the black qi of the wooden pad.

Xingzi almost fell straight down, He Wei rushed forward instinctively, but fell because of loss of strength, in a daze, he felt Xingzi's body hit his back, and his chest was dragged by a pair of soft and gentle hands live……

The nose is similar, and it is the familiar pine fragrance.

He Wei smiled bleakly, letting his consciousness sink into darkness with ease.

He Chang Family, the largest private hospital chain in Beijing.

In the VIP ward of the Beijing West Branch, He Wei finally woke up and opened his eyes suddenly.

"How is it?" Song Yizhou immediately greeted him, and patted He Wei's face, "Are you injured?"

"should not?"

Ye Yintang handed over a glass of warm water, watched He Wei gulp and gulp before asking, "Does your head still hurt?"

He Wei felt it attentively, then shook his head blankly: "It doesn't hurt. What's wrong with me?"

Ye Yintang said expressionlessly, "It's a normal reaction when you use abilities beyond your own level."

"Oh……"

Song Yizhou immediately collapsed next to He Wei: "It's okay, it's okay, I almost thought we were going to hell to say goodbye to you."

He Wei had a black line on his face: "This...isn't it?"

"Too much!" Song Yizhou nodded He Wei's brows, "I only tried to be brave once when I was young! It's not as strong as yours, and I almost lost my life!"

"Oh." He Wei suddenly remembered, "How is Xing Zi?"

"It should be fine."

He Wei was startled by Bo Chen's sudden opening on the side of the room.

He Wei almost choked: "Brother Bobo Bochen, you're here too..."

Bo Chen raised his eyes and glanced at He Wei lightly, nodded slightly as a greeting, and continued to sit on the side like a statue.

He Wei thought, don't they all say that doctors are benevolent? Why is this person colder than Ah Piao...

"Tuk Tuk"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and the four of them hurriedly looked towards the door.

A man in a white coat came in. He had a stinky face, but when he saw He Wei, his face was instantly displeased, and he asked coldly, "How does this patient feel?"

He Wei smiled politely: "Very good, thank you doctor."

The doctor checked He Wei, and asked sharply, "Do you know how you passed out?"

"Hmm...er..." Naturally, He Wei couldn't tell the truth, but he didn't dare to lie in front of the doctor, he hesitated for a long time and couldn't find an excuse.

Song Yizhou punched the doctor on the shoulder reproachfully: "Brother, don't make us fearful!"

"Hey, good," the doctor broke his guard instantly, took two steps back in an exaggerated manner, and immediately raised a smiling face, "Xiao Song, your strength is getting stronger and stronger, what have you eaten?"

Then the doctor retreated to Pochen's side again, and squeezed his shoulder: "You're not bad, you've also grown stronger!"

Pochen still nodded lightly.

Song Yizhou looked at He Wei with a dazed expression, wrapped his arms around his neck, and introduced, "This is Doctor Bo Jun."

"Mr. Bo?" He Wei looked at Bo Chen in surprise, "This surname seems to be..."

"Hey, it's not what you think!" Bo Jun smiled and waved his hands, "I have no blood relationship with Ah Chen."

"Oh."

Song Yizhou helped him explain: "You know, the captain and I are children?"

"Ah."

"This Dr. Bo Jun is a good friend of the elders in our family, so he watched us grow up together," Song Yizhou continued to explain, "And Bo Chen grew up in the orphanage when he was young, because Bo Jun always supported him. In that orphanage, many of the children's surname is Bo, of course, we only found out about this relationship after Bo Chen joined."

"Oh..." He Wei looked at Bo Chen cautiously, and asked in a low voice, "Would he mind if you said that?"

Song Yizhou smiled heartily: "Achen...he won't mind anything."

"Oh." Although he knew that Song Yizhou must know Bo Chen better than himself, He Wei always felt that Bo Chen was a little scary.

Bo Jun took out two boxes of strawberry milk from his pocket, put in straws, and handed one box to Po Chen and the other to He Wei, and said with a smile: "With all these layers of fate, this kid is almost half me." a younger brother."

After finishing speaking, he also took He Wei's shoulders, and with a smirk on his face, he leaned into his ear: "How about it, don't we look very similar, as if we were biological!"

"Hmm..." He Wei saw Bo Chen sucking on strawberry milk with a cold expression on his face, and thought to himself, you two brothers really don't look like each other, you can't be biological at first glance.

"Okay, Brother Jun, let's get down to business." Ye Yintang was not as restrained as before in an environment full of acquaintances, leaning against the window sill, "How is Xingzi?"

Bo Jun switched to a serious form in a second, and asked He Wei: "Did you see that she was controlled by something?"

He Wei knew that the other party was not a celestial master, because he had just opened his celestial eyes and didn't see any real energy surging in Bo Jun's body. He was struggling with how to speak, and Song Yizhou patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, just tell the truth, this This is a congratulatory non-staff member, after all, we always come into contact with people who are victims of various supernatural events, and it is more convenient for us to have a doctor."

Only then did He Wei heaved a sigh of relief, and described what he had seen in detail.

"That's it..." Bo Jun rubbed his chin and spoke after a while: "Then I really don't know why this happened. According to modern medicine, the reason for Xingzi's coma is excessive blood loss."

"Excessive blood loss?" He Wei was amazed.

"Yes," Mr. Bo took out the medical records and handed them to Ye Yintang, "We are also very surprised, she has no wounds on her body, even the wounds on her feet you just mentioned have healed, but when we sent them, we found that her blood pressure was very low. Low, shortness of breath, fast and low pulse, after a long time of looking for the cause, we deduced that she lost about [-] milliliters of blood."

"so much?"

He Wei thought about the pool of blood on the ground before, it was impossible for it to contain a thousand milliliters...

"Of course, we have already contacted the blood bank, and we will do some other tests while the blood is being transfused. If there is no problem, Xingzi will be fine." Bo Jun sighed, "We are now saying that hypoglycemia and anemia are the cause. Coma, the real reason needs to be investigated by you.”

"Okay!" He Wei rolled over and got off the bed, "Is our show still going on?"

Song Yizhou sighed: "Continue, but because of Xingzi's accident, many artists have gone to the hotel tonight."

"That's right, let's go back quickly! Fewer people make it easier for us to do things!"

"Okay, I'll let Chang Long arrange the car." Mr. Bo walked away, as if remembering something, he turned around and said, "By the way, do you still remember the two comatose cameramen and the director yesterday?"

He Wei was immediately alert: "Huh?"

"I've heard from my colleagues in the ambulance that they also seem to be somewhat, uh, 'anemic'."

By the time He Wei and the four of them returned to Miaomiao House, it was already evening.It turned out that the artists and assistants were all gone, only Huang Doudou and a few staff were left setting up the cameras and preparing for tomorrow's shooting.

Huang Doudou was very surprised to see them: "Ah, you are still staying here tonight!"

Song Yizhou smiled: "Of course, it's free accommodation after all hahaha."

"That's good," Huang Doudou took He Wei's hand, "Thank you so much today, if you didn't stay in the room to help Xingzi, we don't know how much insurance we would have to pay!"

He Wei scratched his head: "You are too honest, I actually didn't do anything..."

"Don't say that! Huang Doudou has written down your kindness, and I will definitely repay you!"

"Okay, thank you, Brother Huang."

Huang Doudou turned to Ye Yintang again: "Can you still sleep in yesterday's room tonight?"

Ye Yintang said politely: "Okay, I'm sorry."

"No trouble," Huang Doudou saw that the staff had almost cleaned up, "do you need us to keep a few staff in the room?"

"No need."

"Okay, then go to bed early, we can finish it in half an hour, so don't disturb you?"

"Don't disturb, don't disturb."

After exchanging greetings with chatterbox Huang Doudou for a while, they left.

Because there are still staff downstairs, it is obviously unreasonable for them to go to the basement floor to check now, so they had to go back to the room first, wash up separately, and lie on the bed pretending to be going to sleep.

There was no bed for Bochen in the room, so he had no choice but to sit on Song Yizhou's bed, enduring Song Yizhou's tossing and turning back and forth without any complaints.

Song Yizhou: "Weiwei, have you recovered? No matter what we do for a while, you will hide at the back!"

"Okay." He Wei concentrated his attention and found that he could still control a lot of stellar energy, so he was relieved, "I seem to be okay."

Song Yizhou smiled: "Thanks to your good physique, and Bo Chen's two hours of solid scriptures for you, you can recover like this!"

He Wei quickly jumped out of bed, and bowed to Bo Chen: "Thank you, Brother Bo Chen!"

Pochen nodded slightly: "No need."

To pass the time, Song Yizhou started to do sit-ups, Bo Chen helped him stretch his legs, and Ye Yintang was concentrating on practicing his internal skills, leaving He Wei lying on the bed and letting his thoughts wander freely——

He thought about it for a moment, but today's incident suddenly revealed that everything was weird, let alone the strange things in those two rooms, why was Sachiko suddenly controlled?Why did all three of them lose blood without wounds?Why did that faceless uncle appear in the cemetery and warn them that no one should be in the house today?

In the final analysis, it is a question, what happened in this house?

"puff"

When He Wei was thinking about things, his hands tended to make small movements, and only now did he realize that he was holding on to the wall, and he obviously touched a foam-like material, and poked a hole out.

He Wei immediately sensed something was wrong, so he tore lightly along the hole just opened, only to see that there was a faint pink glow under a layer of blue-gray wallpaper.

In an instant, the remaining three people also came together, and the four of them looked at each other for a moment, and immediately acted independently without communicating.

Ye Yintang went out to check if the staff were gone, Bo Chen stood up and pretended to knock off the camera inadvertently, and Song Yizhou immediately took out a stack of oil paper figurines from his pocket, said a formula and threw them into the sky, and they immediately started to move Help tear up the wallpaper.

In less than 5 minutes, the wallpaper on the four walls was removed, and the original appearance of the room was restored——

The pink in the wallpaper turned out to be the color of the wall itself, indicating that the room was originally painted pink, and the walls were painted with cute patterns such as rainbows, balloons, ponies, etc...

"This was originally... a nursery room?" He Wei guessed, "Didn't it mean that Xiao Mingfeng lived alone all the time?"

Ye Yintang took out his mobile phone and checked it for a long time before saying: "The police report said that he does not live with his family, but the interviews with the residents said that he has a housekeeper who has been helping him live."

"The housekeeper? Does the housekeeper have children?" He Wei looked at the wall, it really didn't look like an adult's residence.

Ye Yintang waited for a while: "The housekeeper's information is kept confidential, but I asked for information through some other channels. The housekeeper once had a daughter, but she died before she was five years old, and the housekeeper also divorced. After that, I followed Xiao Mingfeng all the time, and disappeared after Xiao Mingfeng died."

"I had a daughter... Could it be that he lived with his daughter before his daughter was alive?"

"Inside, I think... maybe not..." Song Yizhou suddenly said, pointing to the window, he saw a little paper figurine stuck on the window sill, "Everyone, do you think there will be such a thing in the children's room?" Is it something?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the little paper figurines, and saw a few metal strips outside the window sill, less than half of them were left, obviously sawed open.

In other words, once, the windows here were sealed by metal railings.

He Wei instantly felt goosebumps on his arms, and felt that the house was more confusing.

The four of them were thinking, and He Wei was also walking around the room, muttering back and forth the information he knew so far, trying to figure out why: "The basement is a storage room for musical instruments and clothes, and there is a I don’t know why the room is used, there is a children’s room upstairs with an iron fence... The owner once learned ballet, and there is a small theater like a music box..."

Suddenly, he stopped and stopped talking, which attracted the surprised eyes of the three people.

He Wei clapped his hands and asked, "Is this room the innermost one on the left hand side of the corridor?"

"Yeah." Ye Yintang looked at him suspiciously, "Why..."

He Wei completely ignored Ye Yintang, just walked from one side of the wall to the other, counting "one...two...three..."

Then, he showed a triumphant smile and asked Ye Yintang: "There is a theater downstairs and a storage room. If you want to do performances, don't you think there is still a lack of room?"

After asking, he didn't wait for Ye Yintang to answer, he directly took Song Yizhou's arm, ran out of the room, and ran towards the basement floor.

Ye Yintang and Bo Chen didn't know what name he was playing, they looked at each other for a moment, and then ran off.

He Wei took Song Yizhou to the door of the room where Xingzi's accident happened, which was the hut where they broadcast live for the first time.

Pushing open the door, He Wei walked from one end of the room to the other, then grinned: "That's right!"

Song Yizhou looked confused: "Weiwei, what are you doing?"

"Here, this room is in the same location as the one we live in, right?"

Song Yizhou