hearse drift

Fang Li didn't even have time to put on his clothes, so he threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed in a hurry while wearing a bathrobe.

Xie Baiyuan came to the corridor with him, and the doors of the six guest rooms opened almost at the same time.

The expressions on everyone's faces were similarly dazed and frightened.

The crying continued, coming from the first floor, it sounded like a child crying.

Xie Baiyuan gathered the bathrobe on his body: "I'll go and have a look."

He took the lead, and the others naturally followed suit.Gu Feng held Xinxin in his arms, patted her on the back lightly to coax her to sleep again.

He has children with him, so he has many scruples in his actions. Normally, he is ready to follow the big troops, especially behind the more familiar Xie Baiyuan.

Fang Li followed Xie Baiyuan downstairs, and saw what happened in the hall from the stairs.

There was no bloody scene as expected, it was Madoka, the host's daughter, standing in the hall and losing her temper.

"My doll, my doll—give me back my doll!!" The little girl got angry and pulled the maid's hair. Persuasion: "Miss, I really didn't take your doll."

Fortunately, the sound also alarmed the host who was sleeping on the third floor, and he quickly ran down the stairs on the other side to relieve the maid: "An Wen, go back to your room."

The maid named An Wen came to amnesty: "Yes, sir."

The male host raised his head and compared to the people at the stairs: "Guests, please go back to your room and rest. It's nothing serious. I'm sorry to disturb you."

With that said, everyone was ready to go home.

However, when Fang Li turned around, Xie Baiyuan secretly grabbed him. He turned his head and glanced at a person.The other party was wearing a red embroidered cheongsam with a veil on his face, walking gracefully.

Presumably it must be the hostess who has never shown up.

Madoka was still crying, and it seemed that without the doll she was going to keep making trouble tonight.

Fang Li originally thought that the hostess would pat her head and pat her back like Gu Feng coaxed her daughter, and just let the child's emotions go down.Who would have thought that when he saw the hostess stepping forward, she raised her hand and slapped Xiaoyuan's cheek without saying a word.

"Fuck." He was shocked by this kind of domestic violence education.

After being slapped, Madoka stopped crying immediately, she covered the side of her cheek that was slapped, and stared at the mistress's back with resentful eyes.

That look almost immediately reminded Fang Li of the crying boy in the corridor on the second floor.

"Go back to sleep." Xie Baiyuan watched the whole process like watching a play, and then dragged Fang Li back to his room.

After such an episode, Fang Li lay on the bed without any sleepiness.

He stared at the lines on the ceiling in a daze, until Xie Baiyuan lay down beside him, the two were close together, the heat from their bodies entangled.

"You still want to hear the story?" Xie Baiyuan asked hoarsely.

"I don't want to think about it." Fang Li quickly closed his eyes, and with another story like that, he wouldn't have to sleep for the rest of the night.

Xie Baiyuan stretched out his hand and put it on his waist through the quilt: "If you don't want to, go to sleep, no one will die tonight."

As soon as he finished saying this, a thunderbolt flashed across the sky very appropriately.

This season is prone to thunderstorms.

Fang Li: "..." It's better to sleep, because when you fall asleep, you won't know anything.

The raindrops began to beat on the glazed window. After thinking about it, Fang Li still felt uneasy. He got up to check the window and locked the door before going to bed with peace of mind.

As a result, the next morning, Fang Li woke up from the cold.

The doors and windows that should have been closed were all wide open, and the rain outside had stopped, but the rain at night completely wet the curtains, and the curtains fluttered in the wind. He and Xie Baiyuan actually slept soundly in a hug in the wind and rain all night.

"Xie Baiyuan!" Fang Li called his name and broke free from under his arm, but found that the man didn't respond.

Fang Li pushed him, and the heat from under his palm startled him.

It's so hot, Xie Baiyuan probably caught a cold last night.

Xie Baiyuan frowned, and he didn't know whether it was because of the fever or the sleep was interrupted. He snorted twice in a daze, covered Fang Li with his arms again, and tightly held Fang Li in his arms: "... sleep a little longer .”

Feeling helpless, Fang Li stretched out his hand to touch Xie Baiyuan's forehead, and sure enough, it was terribly hot.

"You have a fever." Fang Li tried to slow down his voice as much as possible, and said in a soothing tone: "You go to sleep for a while, and I will find medicine for you."

He remembered that the doctor named Dou Bing in the team came up with a medicine box on his back, and he should have antipyretics there.

This is in the dungeon, and there is a danger of losing his life at any time. If Xie Baiyuan falls ill, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Dou Bing shared a room with a short boy in the team. Hearing that Xie Baiyuan had a fever, he immediately went to the room with the medicine box and Fang Li.

As soon as he entered the room, he frowned when he saw the open windows: "It's cold here at night, just leave a slit in the sleeping window, it's hard not to catch cold if you open it so wide."

Fang Li thought about it, and decided not to tell them about the abnormalities of the doors and windows until Xie Baiyuan woke up.

He closed the window tightly and watched Xie Baiyuan's pale complexion gradually improve after taking the medicine.

He had always guessed that Xie Baiyuan's physical weakness was an illusion he deliberately displayed, but now it seems that Xie Baiyuan's health is indeed not good.

It's just that he doesn't know how this person's health is so poor even though he clearly has a high force value, even if he blows a cool breeze, it's just a little stuffy nose.

Fang Li watched over Xie Baiyuan's bedside for a while, tucked up the quilt for Xie Baiyuan, and walked up the stairs to the restaurant on the first floor.

Breakfast was ready, except for him and Xie Baiyuan, the other ten people had already sat down at the dining table.

Zhao Xiaotong unskillfully held a knife and fork to fight against the fried eggs on the plate. After seeing him, he asked Xie Baiyuan where he had gone.

Fang Li: "He caught a cold last night, and now he is still sleeping after taking the medicine."

He picked up the fried eggs and milk on the table, and said to the host: "Sorry, my friend is unwell..."

The male host was very considerate and said with a smile, "That's really a pity, you can rest in the villa for a day today."

Fang Li: "Thank you."

When he returned to the room with breakfast, Xie Baiyuan had already woken up and was resting on the bedside.

"I brought you breakfast, are you feeling better?" Fang Li put the plate on the bedside table, "The master said we can rest in the villa, and the others should go to the manor later."

Xie Baiyuan took the milk and held it in his hand, stroking the glass wall with his slender fingers: "Aren't you going to take a look?"

Fang Li showed helplessness: "Aren't you sick?"

Xie Baiyuan took a sip of milk when he heard this, and hummed noncommittally.

"Did something come in last night?" Fang Li took the initiative to mention this matter.

"Well, but I don't know if it's a human or a ghost." Xie Baiyuan said, his expression was a little cold: "After all, human beings are also the best at pretending to be ghosts."

Fang Li: "But I didn't hear anything from you or me last night."

Just as he was talking, there was movement outside, Fang Li opened the window and looked out, and found that the hostess had gone out with other people.

Xie Baiyuan said: "I will find out tonight."

He suddenly got up and got out of bed, and said, "Come on, let's go to the third floor."

The third floor is where the male owner and his family sleep. The decoration style is roughly the same as that of the second floor, but the decoration is more ornate and complicated.

Fang Li was next to Xie Baiyuan, "You still have a fever."

"Hush—" Xie Baiyuan covered his mouth with his hand, "I need to confirm something."

Fang Li had no choice but to keep his mouth shut, obediently walking behind him.

The third floor is the same as the second floor, with a painting hanging at the end of the corridor.

In the painting are thirteen people, with expressions of anger or fear, sitting side by side at the dining table.

Fang Li, who doesn't know much about painting, knows that this is "The Last Supper" created by Leonardo da Vinci.

13 people... This number reminded Fang Li of the number of people they entered the instance, 12 people.

But with the host who entertained them, there were exactly 13 people.

If this painting corresponds to their passengers, who among them is Judas?

Fang Li was just guessing without any basis. He wanted to wait for Xie Baiyuan to "visit" the third floor before communicating with him.

Every door was opened by Xie Baiyuan. After walking around, there seemed to be nothing unusual on the third floor.

The only strange thing is that Fang Li didn't see the hostess in the red cheongsam, and under the bed in the hostess' bedroom, they found a lot of cut-off clothes, which seemed to be in fashion nowadays Children's men's clothing.

There is only one daughter in this family, Xiaoyuan, why are there clothes worn by these boys?

Fang Li was about to communicate with Xie Baiyuan when he felt his clothes being pulled tightly by someone.

He was startled, and cold sweat broke out on his back immediately.

"Xiaoyuan?" It was Xiaoyuan who grabbed the hem of his clothes. She was standing at the door of the room with a small princess bed behind her.

Strange, just clearly did not see anyone.

The little girl stood firmly at the door, Fang Li's shadow reflected in her jet-black pupils.

Fang Li heaved a sigh of relief, knelt down and asked, "Do you have anything to say to brother?"

"Help me find my doll," Xiaoyuan said with a lifeless expression, "I'll tell you three secrets when I find it."

Fang Li didn't realize it all at once, they were in the dungeon, and the little girl was essentially an NPC who issued tasks.

Xie Baiyuan folded his arms, "What if I don't find it?"

Xiao Yuan looked at him and said, "You will die."

"Then we are at a loss, so we won't look for it anymore." Xie Baiyuan directly rejected the task of finding the doll.

Madoka stared at him steadfastly, faintly showing signs of losing her temper.

Xie Baiyuan added: "Let us help you find it. I need to pay one-third of the payment in advance. You tell us a secret first."

"it is good."

After a while, Xiaoyuan let go, Xie Baiyuan's bargaining trick also worked on NPCs.

Since it is a secret, of course it has to be whispered.

Xiaoyuan asked Xie Baiyuan to lean down, and whispered in their ears, "My mother is dead."

The meaning in this sentence makes people shudder.

Fang Li was still in a daze, but Xie Baiyuan patted Xiaoyuan's head: "I see, I will find the doll for you."

Obtaining the promise, Xiaoyuan happily hummed a song and ran away bouncing around.

Fang Li was stunned for a while: "Mom died...what does it mean?"

Xie Baiyuan pondered: "Maybe we saw someone else last night."

He rubbed the center of his brows, "Let's go, let's go to the first floor to have a look."

The author has something to say:

As for the carriage, it looks like this.

The seventh carriage is located in the middle of the entire train, which is equivalent to a primary copy specially prepared for novices.

After getting out of the seventh car, you can choose to go to the sixth or eighth car, both of which can be regarded as a second-level copy.

By analogy, the fifth car and the ninth car are three-level dungeons, and the more you go to the two ends of the train, the more difficult the dungeon will be.

Although the seventh car is simple, passengers cannot stay in the same car for a long time. That is to say, veterans who want to catch newcomers to fry fish ponds have to go through the cycle of No. [-]-No. [-]- No. [-].

This inspiration comes from the fact that every time I take the high-speed rail or bullet train, I can’t tell which door should be the closest to my seat number_(:з」∠)_