The beauty of the fishing department is a god in the love variety show

After confirming that Dai Lu had left, Song An pushed open the cabinet door and walked out, got under the bed and dragged out the heavy dark brown box.

Inside was a row of little people that looked like witches, with birthdays and names written on the back, and silver needles all over them. It's not hard to imagine Dai Lu's hatred for them.

Li Guofu, Li Zhen'er, Ye Li...there is another one, but it is blank, nothing is written on it, but it has the most needles.

Song An was a little puzzled. If Xue Qingqing's death had something to do with the Li family, then he was not surprised, but who was this unknown person, and what attracted Dai Lu's greatest hatred.

He couldn't figure it out for a while, so he could only put the box back in its original place.

Back in the room, he took out a pen and paper, quickly wrote all the clues on it, and frowned while thinking.

Seeing that his attention was all focused on other things, Li Qiubai felt dissatisfied for a while, as if his own eyes were attracted by other things.

He lay on Song An's shoulders as if he had no bones, glanced at the clues he listed for a while, and touched his clothes and fingers for a while, he was simply a troublemaker.

Song An couldn't stand it anymore, and poked his forehead with a finger, telling him to go aside quickly and not disturb his work.

But Li Qiubai would be amazing if he was so obedient, he is like a cat asking for attention, constantly seeking attention.

Song An saw that he seemed to be unable to concentrate on his work, so he had to pack up his things and go for a walk with the boss first to have fun.

"What's that place?"

I don't know if it's because of Li Qiubai leading the way, but Song An went to a place he had never been to before.The front door was gloomy, with a big lock hanging on it, and a white chrysanthemum garland was sandwiched between the lock cylinder.

Li Qiubai turned his head to look at him with a smile, making a frightening look on purpose: "That's the columbarium, where the ashes of the Li family are in full bloom."

Song An was stunned, and kept the ashes at home. This is a relatively old way, and he didn't expect to see it here.

After a while, his expression became lonely, and he asked in a vague voice, "Is your... in there too?"

Li Qiubai didn't expect that the first thing he cared about was this issue, even he himself didn't realize that there was such a sensitive topic in it.

"Of course not."

After all, he was just a child adopted by Li Guofu, and he had no blood relationship at all, so he was not eligible to enter the columbarium.

Song An's eyes suddenly became sharper. If he didn't put it here, the Li family would never do those despicable things.

Li Qiubai waved his hand, that's not the case, otherwise it wouldn't be nice to hear about it.His ashes were buried in the Beishan Cemetery, which is considered a treasured place of geomantic omen.

To be honest, he actually prefers to breathe the fresh air outside rather than being enshrined in this dark columbarium.

Only then did Song An feel relieved, and glanced at the columbarium with some disgust, before turning around and leaving without interest.

He gently raised Li Qiubai's cold fingers, looked ahead, and said casually: "When this matter is over, we will go to Beishan Cemetery to send you flowers."

Li Qiubai only felt that in the dim light, the fingers hooking him were extremely hot, like a burning candle, dripping on his heart, making him tremble all over.

He grinned: "Okay, but I want white roses, not white chrysanthemums, orchids."

Song An was taken aback for a moment, looked up at him, and nodded helplessly after a while.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Just around the corner, Song An almost bumped into someone, and he didn't know how long he had been hiding there. The dark cotton clothes blended perfectly with the wall, so he couldn't see clearly at all.

If Li Qiubai hadn't pulled him, the old man would probably have been thrown out by him.

The old man was the one he met last time. He was still nervous, as if he had forgotten that he had seen him before.

His wrinkled face was inlaid with a sunken nose, and his hair was almost gone, with only a few white hairs barely hanging on it.

Seeing Song An, he shrank back, his eyes widened, as if he saw some monster.

Song An was about to introduce himself when he saw the old man looking around tremblingly as if he had seen some monster.

"It's an evil spirit, I saw an evil spirit!"

Song An's heart tightened, and he took a step forward to ask.

The old man didn't seem to notice his movements, and he still said madly: "Wearing a black cloak, he is so tall, and he walks like a whistle."

Song An looked at him seriously and asked, "Where did you see it?"

The old man blinked nervously: "It's in the columbarium, but it's a secret, you can't tell others!"

Song An immediately lowered his voice and asked mysteriously, "Then do you know what it is?"

"It's Guofu, he hates me, so he resurrected from hell and wants to take revenge on me."

Song An frowned, why did he get involved with Li Guofu again.

"Then why should he hate you?"

After hearing this, the old man began to shake his head frantically, dancing and gesticulating in mid-air.

"Hate me, hate me, wish to kill me."

Wait, Song An wanted to hold him back, but found that the old man was like a slippery fish, running and disappearing around the corner of the corridor.

Seeing that Song An was a little depressed, Li Qiubai immediately puffed up his chest, and held his hand with a smile: "You can ask me."

What better way to find him than to seek help from others.

Song An smiled, and asked in a warm and earnest tone: "That's up to you, who is that old man?"

Li Qiubai squinted his eyes enjoying Song An's dependence, dragging him to continue wandering in the villa like a stroll in the park.

"It's Peng Lan, my father's most trusted physicist. It is said that he can predict the future fate from the face of a person. Anyway, he seems to be very capable."

photographer...

Li Qiubai added: "He predicted the deaths of Mrs. Li and Li Zhen'er in advance, so Li Guofu trusted him very much and specially invited him to live in the villa."

so smart.

Song An turned his head, and suddenly thought of something: "In other words, Li Guofu believes in this?"

Li Qiubai pondered for a moment, it's hard to say, if you say he believes, he seems to believe it very much, but if you say he believes it very much, it seems he doesn't.

"Li Guofu is a very egoistic person. The so-called feng shui is just a tool for him."

That's true, but Song An thought that if Li Guofu found that he couldn't stop the death of his beloved wife and daughter no matter what method he used, he might also fall into terrible madness.

Does this shrewd old man really not know about Ye Li's affair with Xue Qingqing?If he knew and attributed his daughter's suicide to them...

Huh, Song An let out a sigh of relief, not knowing how to deal with this complicated and entangled grievance.

And at this moment, guest No. 8 opened the door a gap and peeked out secretly.

At this time, all the guests went out to look for clues, and there was no one in the corridor.

He pricked up his ears cautiously for a while, but could only hear the sound of rain beating on the glass window.

From the moment he entered the show, he seemed extremely silent, like a transparent person without a sense of existence, following behind others from the beginning to the end, watching their actions without saying a word.

When he first came in, he was also somewhat ambitious, but after seeing the beauty and methods of the guests, he fell into a low self-esteem of character and didn't want to fight for anything.

What's more, those bloody corpses always appeared in front of his eyes, making him flustered and tortured by fear all the time.

Evil spirits, what a terrifying thing.

He silently prayed in his heart that the show would end quickly. He really didn't want to participate in such a show for the second time.

Soon, he felt very thirsty, went to the table and picked up the teapot to pour himself a glass of water, but found that there was no water.

He stood there with some confusion. He didn't know why. In the past few days in the villa, he always felt parched and had to keep pouring water.

The boiling water room was at the end of the corridor, which made him hesitate.But it's daylight now, so it doesn't seem so scary.

Cheering himself up in his heart, No. 8 gritted his teeth and opened the door, making sure he didn't see any strange people outside, then picked up the kettle and walked out quickly.

When he came back after fetching water, he found that his door was half open.

No. 8 was slightly taken aback, he remembered that he closed the door before he left... Could it be that he remembered wrongly?

He stood at the door racking his brains to ring, but the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't remember whether he had closed the door or not.

dong dong...

There was a sound coming from the door, which made him shrink into a ball in fright.

Someone is in his room!

He had goosebumps instantly, and the hand holding the kettle was trembling.

clang clang...

Suddenly a deafening bell rang, shaking his hands in fright, the teapot fell directly to the ground, poured out a large amount of hot water, and soaked the blanket on the ground.

No. 8 opened his eyes wide in horror, staggered back a few steps, and saw that his door was slowly opening, and he could even vaguely see a black figure standing behind.

Evil spirit!

Number 8 has almost no time to think, fear has already occupied his heart, urging him to run away.

The corridors were twists and turns, like a labyrinth with no exit at all, so he had no idea how far he had come.

But he couldn't care less about these, the shadowy fear suppressed his rationality, leaving only the thought of "running away" in his mind.

When he came back to his senses, he ran into a room he had never been in before.

The room looks a little plain, but it still reveals a bit of girlish warmth.Behind the small round mirror on the dressing table is a cute pink cartoon pattern, which is put together with a complete set of jewelry, giving it a pink and girlish feel.

It seems that there are still traces of living here, the bed is very flat, the plush toys on the pillows have been washed clean, and the smell of soap can still be smelled.

There are clothes in the closet for spring, summer, autumn and winter, which are neatly hung inside, most of which are girls' favorite styles.

No. 8 panted violently. After locking the door, he fell weakly into the chair, hugged the Hello Kitty on the table, and kneaded it twice to relieve the panic in his heart.

It seems that this is probably some maid's room. Great, it will be safer if someone can come over.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the sound of the rain outside was much quieter, almost inaudible.The same sense of silence floats in the air, which makes people feel a little uneasy.

He looked around, and suddenly found that there was a small narrow double door just in the corner.

That is……

No. 8 walked over and saw a row of stairs extending downward from the hole.

basement? !

He became excited all of a sudden, if this place could lead to the outside, even in the face of heavy rain, he would no longer have to worry about being killed by evil spirits.

He had no time to hesitate, and went straight down.