death like wind

After looking through all the letters in the post station, I finally found the letter from Meng's father, and I couldn't wait to tear off the sealant. The small brush characters written on the letter paper made my brain hurt.

The three cobblers gathered in front of the candle, and it took a long time to piece together the general meaning of the letter. After Meng's father reported the good news of being on the list, he asked about the situation at home, and said that he would contact his friends who met in the capital to ask them to use their connections to help Do justice yourself.

The most important thing is that, even with the date written in the letter, Father Meng would not be able to come back until three days later.

Three days have passed now, and three days later, it will be the sixth day in this nightmare world.

Su Jin picked up the pen and wrote back a letter to Father Meng, sealed it and put it in the pile of letters waiting to be mailed, and quickly slipped out of the crime scene with her little friend.

When I arrived at the troupe again, it was almost noon, and there was a babbling opera voice coming from inside. Following the sound, I walked through the path to the backyard, and saw a very penetrating scene.

The stage was covered with bright red silk and satin, which was as red as blood-stained. It was impossible to tell who was singing because of the heavy makeup. Her smile was very stiff, her eyebrows were painted with color, the silver hairpin on her head was shaking, and her sleeves were dancing. She has a flirtatious figure.

The reason why this scene is said to be infiltrating is because her exposed flesh has rotted enough to see the wriggling white moth.

But she was still so stiff that the corners of her mouth were hooked, Yin Hong's lips opened and closed, and she made a thin and long singing sound, like crying.

The handymen in the audience looked obsessed and clapped wildly, oblivious to all the weird things on the stage, and one of them belonged to their team.

After Su Jin and others walked in, the woman singing on the stage moved her eyes, and glanced at them lightly. At that moment, he felt dizzy, and the pictures in front of him were mixed together, so he quickly pinched Hu Daren , before regaining consciousness.

Hu Daren rubbed Ziqing's fat in pain, tears like noodles: Why is it always me who gets hurt!

Seeing that Qiao Wuchai was still in a daze, Su Jin quickly covered his eyes and said, "Don't look, let's go out to find Yan Xilin first."

Hu Daren said angrily: "Why is he pinching me, and Qiao Wuchai is covering his eyes!"

Su Jin and Qiao Wuchai said at the same time: "Because you are fat."

Hu Daren: "I want to be quiet."

After the silence, life continued. They found the backyard all the way, only to see Yan Xilin talking to Du Sheng.

When he got closer, Du Sheng said: "That's it, you help me take the belt, and in four days, you two will be the pillars of my Jiangnan troupe."

Seeing Su Jin smile slightly, Yan Xilin agreed: "Okay, my wife told me to go home for dinner, let's go first."

Qiao Wuchai and Hu Daren glanced at Su Jin, then silently took two steps back to make room.

Yan Xilin patted the snow off Su Jin's shoulders, stuffed the small heater in his hand into his arms, and said with a smile: "You wait here, I have some umbrellas in my room, I'll get them."

Su Jin was worried about the daughter-in-law just now, so she answered casually. Yan Xilin looked at him amusedly, rubbed his fluffy hair, and quickly turned around to go to the umbrella.

Hu Daren coughed, and Qiao Wuchai coughed too.

Su Jin looked at them suspiciously, and asked, "Have you got tuberculosis?" She successfully received a wave of angry gazes.

Qiao Wuchai rolled his eyes and said, "Su Jin, if you were dumb, I might still think you are cute."

Su Jin wondered, "So you have such a strange habit?"

Qiao Wuchai: "Get lost!"

Su Jin hurriedly went to find Yan Xilin.

When the four of them returned to the restaurant, the group became much cooler, at least in Su Jin's eyes, because only three of the remaining people were normal.

After exchanging the information they got with each other, they probably learned from Yan Xilin that a new Huadan joined the troupe, that is Xiaohui who was skinned and died last night. The ghost of the man.

I always feel that this nightmare world is not as simple as imagined, and there may be many plots that they haven't touched.

As usual, this time Yan Xilin peeled the crab meat for Su Jin, and Su Jin went to cook him a bowl of noodles. Hu Daren knew Su Jin's cooking skills very well, so he couldn't bear to watch Yan Xilin put the bowl of noodles After eating the strange noodles and soup, he felt that he believed in love again.

It snowed heavily for a whole day, and the doors on the main street were closed. Su Jin was wrapped in a small jacket and lying on the window sill looking out at the snow, holding the stove in her arms, but she didn't feel cold.

He stretched out his hand to catch a few snowflakes, and they melted in the palm of his hand in a short while. The cold wind whipped up the snowflakes and howled, Su Jin withdrew her hand from the cold, feeling a little worried in her heart. An invisible sense of oppression.

Yan Xilin didn't know why she went there, she disappeared after taking a nap, Hu Daren hid under the quilt and refused to move, Qiao Wuchai was sent by the county magistrate, and Su Jin was left to watch the snowflakes bored.

I don’t know how long he watched it, but he was drowsy while hugging the heater, the charcoal in the brazier was crackling and sparking, his beautiful little face was glowing red from the smoke, the mist in his eyes was gradually forming, and he was about to fall asleep again Suddenly, a black face appeared in front of her eyes, and her pointed mouth pecked Su Jin's forehead, her fair skin turned red instantly, and Su Jin immediately woke up.

The crow screamed in a hoarse voice, "The sky is falling, the sky is falling."

Su Jin grabbed the crow's wings, grabbed the black feathers, and said dangerously: "If you don't shut your crow's mouth, I'll try roasting the crow to see if it tastes good!"

The crow shivered and shut up.

"Crow meat is not good, but your meat is very good." A gloomy female voice came from behind, and Su Jin suddenly turned her head. At some point, Hong Yue appeared in the corner of the room, her body dripping with blood. , her figure was somewhat transparent, and she seemed a little weak.

This time it was Su Jin who shivered and shut up.This sister killed nearly ten people in a row today.

It's only Su Jin's fault for closing the door and letting her in.

Hongyue glanced at Su Jin faintly, sneered, moved to the brazier to warm up, and said lightly, "Do you believe everything I said?"

Of course you can't believe all the nonsense, but Su Jin said: "At least I believe it now."

Hongyue saw that he was far away from her, so she beckoned him to go over: "My soul is about to perish, so I don't want to eat you now, come here and I have something to tell you."

Su Jin moved over after all, the ghost's dying words are good too.

Hongyue stared at the flames that exploded in the brazier, and sighed faintly: "Actually, I don't know who killed me. The reason why I said it was Du Shi, is actually almost the same."

"Sometimes, being a human is not sober as a ghost. I only discovered some clues after I died."

Su Jin put her elbows on her knees and looked at her with her head supported, and found that Hongyue was actually only in her twenties, and she should have been considered a delicate and elegant woman in her lifetime.

Even if she is a ghost, Hongyue always pays attention to her manners, and carefully puts the bangs that fall on her forehead behind her ears, her eyes are empty as if she is reminiscing about something, and the voice comes after a long time: "Meng is actually not me. Mother, but as long as I can remember, I started calling her mother, and she has always treated me like her own, a harmonious family, happy and complete."

Tears of blood overflowed from Hongyue's eyes, her appearance was horrifying and pitiful: "My father went to Beijing to take the exam, and my mother fell ill, and she was lingering in the sick bed every day, and her figure became thinner and thinner. Money to buy her medicine, even though she has suffered so many grievances, she is always thinking about her refusal to kill herself."

"But it's unthinkable... What a disaster." Hongyue wept softly, deep and desolate.

The rotten, swollen face was ferocious, terrifying, and sad. Her figure became more and more transparent, and the blood dripping on the ground also seeped into the ground, and her lower body had already blurred.

Hongyue looked at Su Jin, and said quietly: "That painted skin ghost is Xiaoli, you must be careful of her."

The voice of the words dissipated in the cold wind, and the red-clothed female ghost was no longer in sight.Taking advantage of Su Jin's stunned effort, the crow finally flapped its wings and escaped from the clutches of the devil, and yelled as it flew: "The sky is going to fall, the sky is going to fall!"

Hearing this, Su Jin raised her head and looked at the sky, which was so close that she could reach out her hands. I wonder if it was his illusion, but the black clouds seemed to be closer to the earth.

Thinking of Hong Yue's unspoken words, Su Jin's premonition became stronger. Even if she wanted to, ghosts could not reveal key clues to the dream master, and her unspoken words were the key!

Who killed Hongyue?Who killed Xiaoli?What kind of grand event will it be four days later?

The door was knocked, Qiao Wuchai looked at him with red eyes at the door, Su Jin had never seen him with such a dignified expression, she was startled, and tremblingly said: "Did you miss some important person?" NPC killed?"

Qiao Wucai walked in, squatted silently in front of the brazier and shook his head.

"Then what did you do with such a calm face?" Su Jin poured herself a cup of tea and took a sip to suppress her shock, but Qiao Wucai's next sentence made him spit out.

Qiao Wuchai said, "Another person died."

Su Jin took a few breaths and said with difficulty, "How did you die?"

"The crow, the crow said she was going to die, and she died suddenly, and finally the crow pecked out her eyes and ate them."

Su Jin frowned and said, "She must have triggered some death condition. Was there anything unusual before? It was fine during lunch."

Qiao Wuchai's face turned even paler, her lips moved, and she said after a while, "We saw her when we went to the troupe. She was listening to that thing singing in the audience."

Su Jin fell into silence, with a heavy heart, she leaned back on the chair and looked up at the sky. After a while, she suddenly sat up straight. Qiao Wuchai looked at him vigilantly and asked, "What clue did you think of?" Yet?"

Su Jin beckoned, made room for him to sit over, looked up at the black cloud and said, "Hey, come and try, isn't it nice to look at the sky upside down?"

In the endless black clouds, there is an orange light leaking from the gaps. At first glance, it suddenly feels like a magnificent sea, sweeping away the oppression of the black clouds above the head.

Qiao Wucai was so suspicious that he followed his example and looked up for a long time, then suddenly realized that he straightened up and collapsed, "Why do I always do sand sculptures with you!"

"..." Su Jin pursed her lips, and said frankly, "Maybe it's because you also have the potential to be a sand sculpture?"

Qiao Wuchai gave him a hard look, turned and ran away.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, Su Jin lay at the window thinking whether to look for Yan Xilin, but from a distance, she saw that clear and faint figure running quickly with something in her arms , carrying a gust of cold wind into the house, he ran out of breath, a little sweat broke out on his forehead, and wet his temples.

Su Jin was shivered by the cold wind blowing in, moved a few steps towards the brazier, looked at the things in his arms and asked, "What are you holding?"

"Go to the restaurant to pack some food and come back, so you won't have to go out again." Yan Xilin put the food box on the table, and each dish had to be served outside. In such a cold day, the food was still steaming.

Su Jin didn't know what to say, so she poured a cup of hot tea for him.

Yan Xilin rolled her eyes with a smile, drank it all in one breath, returned the empty glass to Su Jin like a child, and said something more.

Su Jin poured him another glass.

Yan Xilin finished drinking tea, sat where Su Jin was sitting before, pointed to the table and said, "Eat quickly, it will be cold later."

"Well, what were you doing out all afternoon?"

Yan Xilin paused for a moment, then lowered his gaze: "I found one thing, all the clues we got were wrong."

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It's so cold, my typing hands are freezing...