death like wind

After saying hello to the cell boss, he was let in. The furnishings in the cell were very outdated, and the smell of blood filled his nose was disgustingly strong. The sound of footsteps inevitably echoed in the long and narrow corridor, and there was a deathly silence.

Going all the way to the depths, there was a very short groan from a prison cell, crackling noises from the charcoal basin, and flames sprang up from time to time. The three of them stood in the cell and looked inside. The cold wind passed through the corridor The flames trembled as the flames blew, and the dim yellow light only illuminated a small piece of land in front of them. In the simple prison cell, a layer of haystacks was spread on the ground as a bed, and an old woman with gray hair was curled up in a corner with her back facing them. Here, there are a few straws stuck in the messy hair, desolate and miserable.

"Excuse me, is it Meng Shi?"

In the darkness where the lights couldn't reach, the figure of the old woman moved, her voice was extremely hoarse, and she was able to compete with the crow.

"Mengshi...Mengshi...what Mengshi?"

Su Jin took the oil lamp on the wall, lit up the wick, and shone into the noisy room: "Your daughter's name is Meng Hongyue?"

The old woman suddenly turned her head, stared at her bloodshot eyes, and said with grief and indignation: "Hongyue? Hongyue! She is dead! She was killed by the Du family!"

Because she was too excited, the old woman coughed violently and spit out a pool of blood, but she didn't bother to wipe it clean, and opened her big bloody mouth, so she rushed over tremblingly, shaking the pillar of the cell: "Let me out! My daughter was wronged! When his father comes back from the examination, he must make these people look good!"

Su Jin took a step back, barely avoiding her outstretched hand to grab him. Hearing this, she looked up at the old woman and asked, "Her father? When will her father come back?"

"Who knows?" The old woman murmured, "Come on, come on, if he doesn't come back, the family will be gone, and everything will be gone."

Su Jin understood it, and said: "I'm afraid this is the reason why the magistrate wants to kill everything. If you fail to pass the exam, you will die. If you really get the honor, you will have to reverse the case. I don't know if the magistrate's black hat can still be worn." Can't wear it."

The old woman didn't respond to this sentence, and still repeated the previous sentence, Qiao Wuchai frowned and said: "This plot is too similar to Dou Eyuan."

Hu Daren didn't know it and said sharply: "What is wronged by Dou E?"

Qiao Wuchai rolled her eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to him, Su Jin kindly explained to her stupid son: "It's a story about a person who was particularly wronged."

Hu Daren: You might as well not explain.

"What should we do next? Do we need to follow this line?" Qiao Wuchai automatically ignored Hu Daren and sought Su Jin's opinion.

Su Jin thought for a while and said, "I don't really want to open this thread, please."

Qiao Wuchai: "Me too."

"But if we don't open it, we won't be able to solve the case at all."

Qiao Wuchai obviously understood, she frowned in agitation, her eyes began to mist again, and her lips moved, but she didn't know who she was scolding.

Seeing that Su Jin couldn't count on this little crying boy, she turned to the old woman to start the plot tentatively: "Have you contacted your husband?"

The old woman didn't respond.

Su Jin put it another way: "Have you written a letter to your husband to inform your family of the changes?"

The old woman's cloudy eyeballs finally moved, and the tears that gushed out were cloudy: "I wrote it, I was arrested before I received his reply, can you help me go to the messenger? "

Finally released the task!

"Okay, I will contact him instead of you." Su Jin accepted the task, and even if the line was officially opened, the old woman knelt on the ground and kowtowed a few times, then nestled back to that corner .

Leaving the cell with heavy thoughts, Hu Daren asked depressedly: "Is that all? What about my mission?"

Qiao Wuchai was so disgusted that he shook off his pig's trotters and said, "Didn't I just tell you, you just go through it! Can you have some brains!"

Hu Daren was pissed angrily: "No! I don't want a brain!"

But even if he said that, he could only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Hu Daren was extremely depressed along the way, and he followed them sleepily.

Su Jin's mind was full of thoughts. Unlike the last time, the plot of this nightmare world was told to them from the very beginning, but the initial task was very vague. If it is to reverse the case for the female ghost, it is necessary to have a key figure, Father Meng. According to Dou According to the plot of Chang'e Yuanli, Meng's father will definitely be admitted to fame, but how long will it take to reverse the case?They only have six days left, so the top priority now is to collect evidence to reverse the case!

They don't even have a single piece of evidence...

There was nothing to say along the way, because of the ominous black clouds in the sky, there were very few pedestrians on the road, and occasionally a few people looked in a hurry. It hadn't been half a day, and the hometown town had already shown a dilapidated and deserted look.

Like a dying town.

The strong wind blew the sails and flags fluttering on the street, and the wine jars that came from nowhere were blown past their feet, making people involuntarily think of beheaded heads, and even the lights in the house lost their luster and were very dim.

Passing by a private house, a child was sitting on the ground and playing with mud. When the three passed by, the mother in the house immediately ran out, took the child in, and closed the door with a bang.

Qiao Wuchai was so angry that he picked up a stone and slammed it on the door, his eyes were red, but his expression was very ferocious.

Su Jin said in relief: "It's no wonder that the Nightmare World is set up like this. After all, it was indeed after we came that the sky changed drastically."

Qiao Wuchai turned his head and said nothing, Su Jin turned around and saw that he was crying.

"..."

Qiao Wuchai wiped away the tears fiercely, and said viciously: "What are you looking at! Have you never seen someone cry!"

Su Jin said frankly: "I have never seen a boy who loves to cry like you."

Qiao Wucai bit her lip and the tears fell even more happily.

Hu Daren patted him on the back, and said in a soft voice as much as possible: "You can tell us if you have anything, you see we can be regarded as friends, don't we?"

Qiao Wuchai slapped his hand away and said angrily, "Who is your friend now!"

Su Jin was really speechless: "Why are you crying all of a sudden?"

Qiao Wuchai glanced at the closed door faintly, and said after a long silence, "I'm homesick."

"..." This is such a fragile child.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the wine shop, brightly lit, full of seats, lingering music, NPCs sipping wine and chatting repeatedly, the noise is even more eerie compared to the dead silence outside.

After entering the restaurant, the team members had already arrived. This time, they were not as scattered as they were at noon. They gathered around a big round table and seemed to be discussing something.

Su Jin jumped to the position next to Yan Xilin, looking at him with smirking eyebrows.

There was already a high pile of shrimp meat in front of Yan Xilin. He peeled the shrimp and looked up at Su Jin, and said with a smile, "Where did you go, it's so dirty."

Su Jin patted the dust on her robe, and said, "Today I met a female ghost named Hongyue, and learned about some plots and about Father Meng."

He told Yan Xilin the clues he had obtained in detail, Yan Xilin wiped his hands dry, squeezed his face with a smile, and said, "A Jin is really amazing."

Su Jin's face turned red, she was very hopeless.

Playing with Su Jin, Yan Xilin also talked about the clues she got: "I found that thin and tall boy, and I have persuaded him to be a witness for us, proving that Hongyue's death was caused by Mrs. Du. Like you, the character Xiaoli was also triggered, but that boy could not testify that Xiaoli was not killed by Hongyue."

Yan Xilin's voice was clear and pleasant, and he explained the whole story clearly, making people follow his train of thought involuntarily.

It can be proved that Hongyue was the victim of Du Shi, but the confession cannot be overturned. It can only be said that a key NPC should be brought down first, so that Hongyue's resentment can dissipate.

Yan Xilin served him a bowl of hot soup to warm his body, but he rubbed it himself. His arms trembled, and he glanced at Su Jin several times. Su Jin, who had a rough nerve, finally saw him. He stopped drinking the soup and asked, "" are you cold?"

Yan Xilin coughed weakly and nodded.

Su Jin immediately wrapped her coat tightly, and said, "You don't need to wear more yourself, why don't you drink some soup to warm yourself first."

Yan Xilin turned her head and continued to peel the shrimp.

Su Jin called him a few times, but he didn't see him answering her, so she put a chicken leg into his bowl, and said flatteringly, "Eat more meat to keep out the cold."

Yan Xilin looked at him sadly, her quiet eyes flickered: "I have an upset stomach and can't eat."

"Oh, then I'll help you eat." Su Jin took the chicken leg back again.

Yan Xilin: "..." He no longer has any hope for Su Jin, he just wants to fuck him and cry.

Hu Daren held back a smile, his face turned red.

Su Jin didn't notice it, and after eating happily, she realized that Yan Xilin hadn't moved his chopsticks, so she ran into the kitchen to cook noodles for him without asking. The fire broke out, so he had to change to a small pot to make a charcoal fire.

When he was studying the small hole in the bottom of the pot with the handle of the pot, when the shadow did not affect the boiling water, he saw through the small hole a black night with a smell of blood and rushed towards him with fangs and claws. He waved his hand reflexively and it was a frying pan , hit the head of the pounced kid hard, and made a loud noise, which gave me a headache when I heard it.

The kid was stunned by the beating, and he fell from mid-air and sat on the ground, shivering while clutching his bag that was swollen like a hill.

It was a bloody little ghost, probably died before crawling out of the mother's womb, with short arms and short feet, tears streaming down his face, very pitiful.

Su Jin threw the murder weapon at a loss, the corner of her mouth twitched and said, "Uh, what, I didn't mean it."

The little ghost raised his eyes to look at him with tears in his eyes, but he still couldn't speak, only babbling and crying, making a sound that Su Jin couldn't understand.

Su Jin tried to communicate: "Yiyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?"

The little devil was stunned, Su Jin actually saw contempt from those big eyes that don't know much about the world?

Su Jin could cry if she wanted to cry, so she didn't care about him anymore. She ransacked the box and found a small pot, cleaned it and put it on the stove to boil water. The little ghosts stood by and cried while watching him do it. In the end, she couldn't stand it anymore. , squeezed him away with a small bench and wanted to help him make noodles.

This scene is very strange, the wrinkled little baby is standing on the bench, jumping up and down, stretching his arms to reach the sauce bottle on the counter, Su Jin wondered: "You know how to cook?"

The little ghost babbled and nodded, hugged his arm and pointed to a few condiments. Su Jin understood, so he only put in those condiments, and after it boiled, he put the noodles in again, and the little ghost was steaming. Blood-red sweat flowed out, leaving small ghost paw prints on Su Jin's clothes.

That might be called sweat, or it could be called blood.

Su Jin hurriedly hugged him away, and after picking out the noodles, she turned around and the kid was gone.

Carrying the noodles back to the hall, the guests of the restaurant had almost left, only the team members sat at the round table with pale faces, a few of them wept softly, and a few of them vomited aside.

Su Jin gave Yan Xilin the noodles and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Wuchai had a small face. His face was pale, and he pointed to the door: "Go and see for yourself."

The author has something to say:

It's so sad to pray to the world, let's use the background of the next story, I want to give them a happy ending.

Yes, people without a detailed outline are so willful!