God of unknown origin, please don't ask [criminal investigation]

Wen Xichun stared wide-eyed, looking at Yun Muyao in disbelief.

Although I said "give it to him if it doesn't work", but the conscience of heaven and earth, is this really? It's just an exaggeration? The description is unimaginable, Yun Muyao is actually a practical player...

Wen Xichun leaned over and pawed Yao Jingrong's head twice. Before they were covered by a wine bottle, they bulged again. A small bag.

Poor? Head, it hurts in this position every time.

For some reason, Wen Xichun raised his hand and gently rubbed the bump on Yao Jingrong's head.

After confirming that there was no bleeding, he put on his jacket and exchanged glances with Yun Muyao. The two of them looked heroic and righteous, and quietly left the ancestral hall in the dark.

Wen Xichun was familiar with the road, and took Yun Muyao to the seventh floor downstairs.

Yun Muyao: "It seems that this is not the first time you have committed a crime?"

Wen Xichun ignored him, quietly hid on the side of the building, and called softly: "A Ming?"

In the dark night, a chubby head popped out from the back of the building, and then waved its small hands wildly at the two: "Come here, this way!"

Seeing that A Ming, as a local aborigine, has a guilty conscience, Wen Xichun is curious: "What can't be known about this seven-story building?"

He? He glanced at him, and his voice was extremely low: "I can't let others know? There are too many? Go."

As the little girl said, she glanced at Yun Muyao who followed her closely, and the corner of her mouth twitched: "Why, I'm afraid I'll hurt you, and I'll bring a big fool."

Wen Xichun took a deep breath, and slowly looked at Yun Muyao.

Yun Muyao smiled at A Ming: "I was worried about this brother and followed me, and? Besides, I'm not a big fool."

A Ming curled his lips and waved his hands: "Stop talking nonsense? Don't you want to know where the missing girl is? Come with me."

The little girl looked around and skillfully picked the door lock.

I vaguely remember that it didn't seem to be locked before...

As soon as the door was opened, a strong aroma of sandalwood wafted into the nostrils, and the throat was like a sharp knife.

"Cough cough." Wen Xichun coughed twice and quickly covered his mouth.

The little boy walked up to the three-faced god with ease, and the dirty little boy picked up the misty lotus fruit from the plate, wiped it on his clothes, and stuffed it into his mouth with a click. Bite? A big bite.

"This is a tribute, you can eat it too." Yun Muyao shook his head helplessly.

A Ming's mouth stopped suddenly, and then he chewed quickly? Two bites, and looked at Yun Muyao amusedly: "Aren't you a policeman, this kind of ghost? Things? Believe it, I have learned it for so many years in vain?"

Even though he was humiliated by the little kid, Yun Muyao didn't feel annoyed, he just looked at A Ming calmly, with a faint smile on his lips:

"This is respect, regardless of the other party? Whether it is a person or a thing or even a ghost."

A Ming curled his lips and smiled disdainfully: "Respect the monster, just a little bit."

After all, this child is like a monkey in Mount Emei, bouncing and running to the second floor with the lotus fruit in his arms.

Wen Xichun didn't dare to tell him that he had visited the seventh floor at night last time? It's not easy to ask now, so he could only look at A Ming calmly at the bottom of the stairs.

The child was chewing the mist lotus fruit. His dirty slippers stepped on the spiral escalator, but when he reached the middle of the stairs, he suddenly changed his direction and didn't follow the direction of the escalator. The direction continues to go up, but it is going towards...

On the side of the stairs? In the dark.

Wen Xichun's eyes widened suddenly, and he watched in disbelief that Ah Ming walked into the mysterious blackness step by step, biting the mist lotus fruit.

"Follow me, what are you still standing there for?" A Ming turned around, but disappeared? A figure poked out half of its head from the darkness.

This creepy and terrifying scene made people feel creepy, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

"What's the matter?" Yun Muyao followed up two steps, but the sound of breathing stopped abruptly. Looking back, Wen Xichun stood there stunned like a log.

Wen Xichun immediately came back to his senses and shook his head: "Are you okay? Let's go."

"Shushi—" Just as the words finished, a strange voice sounded out loud.

It sounds like a mouse gnawing? But if you listen carefully, it sounds like deliberately restrained? Footsteps.

Wen Xichun slowly followed the voice and looked over——

The lantern in his hand emits a small piece of dim yellow light, which is slightly cast on the wooden door, and the white paper window also reflects a slight yellow light.

In this yellow, a black shadow flashed across the paper window.

"Someone!" A Ming called softly, turned down the stairs on one side, turned off the lantern, and instantly hid in the darkness.

Wen Xichun also hurriedly pulled Yun Muyao to hide behind the Three-faced God.

The two squatted behind the three-faced god, motionless, not daring to vent their breath, just staring at the two pairs of eyes, and kept poking towards the door.

"Crackling——" the wooden door opened slowly, could it be suppressed? The sound of footsteps stepped across the threshold, stayed at the door for a while, and then walked straight? towards the Three-faced God.

Wen Xichun frowned, and quietly shrank down.

Could it be the blind man with the night light from last time?

But when the footsteps stopped beside the statue, the familiar yet strange fragrance flowed along the humid air.

For some reason, Wen Xichun unexpectedly felt his mood stabilized when faced with this unknown.

He raised his head suddenly, and was facing a pair of extremely shallow pupils, and the slightly raised corners of his eyes looked slightly malevolent.

With a "bang", the heart that had been hanging in the air fell steadily to the ground.

"You..." Wen Xichun's eyes widened.

But before he could say the words, someone pulled his hand away.

Yao Jingrong rubbed the back of his head, his eyebrows were sharp: "Where do you put your hands?"

Wen Xichun:? ? ?

After hearing this sentence, Yun Muyao curled up her fingers slightly, the palm of her hand was still warm with Wen Xichun's fingers.

"Are you awake? Ah." Wen Xichun asked in a daze.

Yao Jingrong rubbed the small bag on his head, and his eyes drifted over a certain instigator with displeasure: "Are you awake? What, let you down?"

As soon as Wen Xichun heard him, his tone didn't make any difference: "Yeah, why don't you say you fainted for ten days and a half months? So you won't waste time by waking up."

Yao Jingrong didn't say anything, and didn't want to chat with him anymore, so he squeezed Wen Xichun's hand into his palm and held it tightly.

Wen Xichun felt awkward, and tightened his fingers trying to break free from his Lushan's claws, but what could he do? His hand was like a crab's claw, and he would never let go unless he was uprooted.

"It's okay if you think about it, I'll be with you." Yao Jingrong's tone was indescribably firm.

Wen Xichun glanced at him? He became angry? He walked straight to the side of the stairs. What the hell? Yao Jingrong staggered, as if there was no such person.

"A Ming, let's go up."

The little boy poked his head out shyly, glanced at Yao Jingrong, and suddenly frowned his thick eyebrows.

He? He always felt that he seemed to have seen this person somewhere before, but when he thought about it carefully, he really couldn't think of where he had seen him before.

A Ming took out a match from his pocket and polished it up. The thin flame lit up the cotton thread in the lamp.

Ah Ming looked at the hands of the two tightly clasped together, scratched his head, and said surprisingly:

"Are you gay?"

Wen Xichun: "Reorganize the language?"

"Why are you holding hands so tightly? It's disgusting." A Ming glanced at them.

Wen Xichun shook it vigorously? When he found that he couldn't shake it off, he just bowed his head and took a bite.

"Are you a dog?" Yao Jingrong said dissatisfiedly, rubbing his bitten hand.

"Did you guess right?" Wen Xichun wiped his hands on his clothes, as if he disliked him.

A Ming walked in front with a lamp, and the three of them followed slowly.

When Ah Ming walked to the middle of the stairs, his footsteps suddenly turned to the side——

Now Wen Xichun finally knew why he came and went last time? He was still spinning around in the same place for a long time? The real reason?

This spiral staircase is just a trick. In fact, in the middle of the stairs, there is a connection in the opposite direction. There is a dark ladder. The ladder is made of black wood. In addition, the light here is dim. If you don’t look carefully, you can’t see it at all. In the dark ladder.

It seems that the people who built the seven-story building deliberately built embankments to prevent strangers from entering.

As soon as I walked to the stairway leading to the second floor, a strong smell of corruption hit my nostrils, like the musty smell that has not been ventilated all year round, but it is normal to have this smell when it is built underground.

The author has something to say: Recently, my sister got married and has been busy. Today just ended, sorry, my dears.