I received a bounce from a non-existent player

When the toilet door was forcibly knocked open, I just took out the bag of powder carefully, and looked back after listening to the movement.The hand under the sink had disappeared, and the tiled floor was as clean as ever, as if my blood had never been shed.

Jiang Heng gasped and stood at the door, seeing that I was fine, and relaxed with relief, but the conductor was staring at the plastic bag in my hand, with a rather ugly expression on his face.

It's not just ugly.There is simply no human appearance at all.

Jiang Heng helped me out of the toilet while my legs were still weak, and the conductor took the plastic bag with a grumpy face when I was going out and brought it into the bedroom. I don't know what it is inside, but look Jiang Heng didn't respond to his strange behavior, so I had no choice but to suppress my doubts.

Sitting on the sofa, I frightened and briefly described everything that had just happened to Jiang Heng.The latter wasn't surprised when he heard it, and just said softly: "When I was talking to him just now, I already asked a little bit."

Jiang Heng asked the conductor about the loss of Mrs. Huan's legs.At first, the conductor thought I was joking, saying how could he not have noticed such absurd things, but the more he thought about it, the more solemn his expression became, and finally he became the same as before.

After hearing that, I tugged at his pants nervously: "What do you mean?"

"He said that if I didn't mention it, everything seemed to be the same in his memory." Jiang Heng said, "But after hearing what I said, and looking back, it seems that Mrs. Huan's body at that time was indeed missing two legs."

I got goosebumps all over my body.

He pressed my hand on his thigh in a funny way: "Do you believe him?"

I can't say it, but I always feel that if you look at everyone's attitude towards this "suicide", it seems that there is really such a force that removes such a crucial detail as Mrs. Huan's missing legs from everyone. Erased from my mind.

Mrs. Huan can control my consciousness like that, so it shouldn't be difficult to repeat the trick on others.But why does it fake its own death like this?Could it be that she chopped off the leg herself and didn't want others to find out?

After thinking about it, I asked, "What is the powder in that bag?"

He replied: "Shortly after Mrs. Huan's death, someone anonymously sent a small box to the conductor. There was nothing in it, only a thin layer of off-white powder on the bottom, which is the one you just saw. He didn't Knowing what it was for, I was busy with the funeral and forgot to find out who sent it, so I piled it aside first, and saw it again when I was packing it not long ago, so I poured it into a bag and kept it casually, planning to save it for a few days God throw it away."

I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of something, swallowed and said uncertainly: "That...that ash, could it be..."

He smiled appreciatively.

I looked at him stupidly, and suddenly became dazed.If it was yesterday, someone told me that a ghost would show me the location of the ashes of its two legs today, and kill me, I would not believe it...

But that's even stranger.If it was really Mrs. Huan who pretended to fall from the building, or even the murderer who cut off her own leg, why do you want to get her leg back now?

I was thinking vaguely, the sound of slippers being tapped in the corridor.The conductor came out with the bag in his hands, stumbling on his feet, his eyes were empty and lifeless, and he seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

It seems that I know what kind of powder this is.

He looked at us in a daze, and finally burst into tears: "I was going crazy at that time, I didn't know what was in the box and I didn't care, I didn't expect..."

Jiang Heng comforted him, and he asked heart-piercingly with red eyes: "Who!? Who the hell did this!?? I'll kill him—"

"We will help you find out," Jiang Heng said, "Calm down."

But the former was not calm at all, and after crying twice, he rushed to the side of the TV and started smashing things.The photo of Mrs. Huan was swept to the ground, and the frame jingled and shattered.The conductor stepped on the debris without noticing it, and a few steps down, a patch of blood was wiped on the ground.

The person in the blood-soaked photo just smiled demurely.

In the end, Jiang Heng abruptly stopped him back to the sofa.He stopped making trouble as soon as he slacked off, stared blankly at his bleeding feet, and finally cried bitterly while covering his face.

We swept up the debris on the ground and made sure that he was completely calm before returning to the cemetery with the bag of powder.

When I suddenly recalled the tragic death of my lover, there happened to be the ashes of my lover's missing limbs in front of me...

The conductor is also poor.

It was almost dark when we went there, making the cemetery even more gloomy.Jiang Heng held the ashes that I dared not touch, and I was responsible for tightly holding his free hand.

The grave of Mrs. Huan was empty except for the five plates of sorghum rice we placed before.Her parents should have not returned for a while after they left.

Because of the previous psychological shadow, I dare not even look at the black and white photo, let alone get close to it.In contrast, Jiang Heng was not afraid at all, and went directly to put the ashes beside the rice.

This time, nothing changed in the black and white photo.

Just when I thought that there were still some requirements that had not been met, I saw that the sorghum rice in the offering trays was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at the same time, the ashes in the plastic bags were also decreasing.After waiting for more than ten seconds, there was nothing left in front of us except five empty plates and a plastic bag.

It's probably over.

Thinking of Mrs. Huan's still confusing death, I sighed and asked casually, "Jiang Heng, what would you do if I was in danger?"

He didn't speak, but because I was so close to him, I could feel him trembling slightly.

I thought he was angry because I still asked these meaningless questions after breaking up, so I hurriedly remedied: "Actually...you just need to protect yourself. If I can't do it, I will ask for more blessings. It's very deep...act like I didn't ask."

"It's not too late..." He called me hoarsely.

"what happened?"

He was silent for a moment, then gave me a meaningless smile: "It's nothing. Let's go, Second Young Master is still waiting for us."

I agreed, and walked two or three steps with him, but suddenly there was an ethereal voice behind me: "Be careful..."

It was a female voice, but it was not as hoarse as before. It sounded like a helpless sigh that rolled past my ears and crossed to the sky in front of me.

I took a shallow breath and held Jiang Heng's hand tightly.

Compared with fear, a bitterness has quietly climbed up the root of my nose.

"Heng..."

He gently shook me back and said, "I know."

Although there are still many doubts about Mrs. Huan's matter, it seems that it is over, and I naturally don't want to entangle it anymore, so I will treat it as the past.

Although the conductor didn't understand why, he felt that after our trip, he felt relieved inexplicably. In order to thank us, he enthusiastically insisted on staying with us for a supper before leaving.I refused several times to no avail, and I was a little hungry because I didn't have dinner, so I agreed.

While humming, the conductor put on an apron and walked into the kitchen, looking a little less haggard.

What a poor man he was.Seeing him happy, I foolishly followed suit. Jiang Heng pinched me and said, why are you so careless? Is the injury on your leg still okay?After hearing this, I remembered the scar on my leg, opened the waistband of my trousers to look, and said in surprise, "It's gone."

Jiang Heng looked at me speechlessly: "Remember to watch it in another place next time."

I said, "I didn't take it off, and it's not like you haven't seen it."

Jiang Heng: "..." The key is that someone else is there.

I wanted to see how the book would look when things were over, so I stood outside the kitchen and asked the conductor if I could borrow his computer.He was cutting vegetables in his hands, and readily agreed without looking back.

I entered his room alone, moved the chair awkwardly and sat down in front of the small computer desk in the corner.The computer is on standby, and it lights up when you move the mouse, and the login interface of Jiansan is on the screen.

I logged into my account with ease.To my relief, the Taoist nun's slender legs are finally back under her tattered military robe; I've never felt so wonderful watching my character stomp on the ground.

There are still many secret chats about asking for books, and the ding-dong sounds are not separated, and the brushing is faster than the world.After a day, I have developed immunity to those inexplicable secret chats, and opened my own email very calmly.

I put the cursor on the first book [Hongchen Xueyi], and I saw that the details have indeed changed.

[Red Dust Learning Art] Read

"One of the things Mrs. Huan regretted the most before she died was that she made fun of someone."

I was stunned for a moment, I didn't expect that there would be such an endless message after the book was solved.Of course I don't know who she made fun of, but reincarnation is over, so I guess it's nothing to do with me.

I moved the mouse and wanted to click "Farewell" in the lower right corner, but in the process I accidentally scanned the second adjacent book, and the details of that book popped up for a second or two.

But just such a second or two was enough for me to see the words on it clearly, and it also made me freeze in place.

I can clearly see that the details of the second book are——

"The conductor bit off his tongue with a crunch, and asked inarticulately why the scarecrow had no head"

"whee."

I turned my head when I heard the sound.

The conductor didn't know when he came behind me, the corners of his mouth curled up strangely, and he grinned to the ear.