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Once the god of death swings the sickle, no one can stop it.

According to Zhao Xiaotong's description, everyone was discussing what happened last night. When she found out that Fang Li and the others had disappeared, she planned to look for them. As a result, the two girls started to ignite spontaneously without warning.

The two girls were burned to death, which illustrates a point in disguise: there is more than one ghost in the villa, at least two of them are at work at the same time.

"I tried to put out the fire, but it didn't work. The fire couldn't be extinguished at all, and it only burned the two of them. I couldn't feel the heat of the fire when I got close." Zhao Xiaotong rubbed his arms and muttered: Well, I didn't open the door for you last night..."

Fang Li showed helplessness: "Everyone says that's not me."

How could he have quarreled with Xie Baiyuan and ran out in the middle of the night!

Due to the bizarre deaths of the two girls in the team, they wrapped the two charred corpses in clothes before the male master appeared, carried the corpses and returned to the villa ahead of time.

After lunch, everyone spent the afternoon without incident.

In the evening, the host came back from the outside and was a little surprised to see them.

Chen Zhou's face was very ugly. He suppressed his anger and stepped forward to ask: "Sir, today we went to the back mountain and saw a lame man there."

"Houshan?" The male host paused, "Oh, you are talking about Lao Han, right? He is our gardener, and he is responsible for taking care of the sea of ​​roses in front of the villa."

Fang Li asked: "If you are a gardener, why do you live in the back mountain, where there are everywhere..."

"You want to talk about the cemetery, right?" The host smiled, took off his coat and handed it to the housekeeper, "It is said that the cemetery is the resting place of the previous owners of this villa for generations. I sold the whole manor to a German, and I bought it back from the German."

The host's expression seemed to be caught in some kind of memory: "A fire ten years ago burned Lao Han's wife and daughter to death, and he himself was disfigured and unable to speak. I saw him pitiful and let him stay in the I work as a gardener here, and he worried that his ugly appearance would scare the maids in the villa, so he lived alone in the back mountain."

All these explanations seemed reasonable, but Fang Li felt that it was not that simple.

If that was the case, why did the gardener Lao Han's first reaction when he saw them was to run away?

At that time, Lao Han looked at them, as if he was afraid that someone would discover his secret...

After dinner, everyone was ready to go upstairs.

Xie Baiyuan walked up the stairs and paused at the corner.

"Mr. Ji," the host's surname is Ji, "when you and your wife first met, was she wearing a red cheongsam?"

The male host's complexion changed slightly when he heard the words, and he said with a smile: "Yes, she looks very beautiful in the red cheongsam. I once wrote love poems to her in the red cheongsam."

There was a meaningful smile on the corner of Xie Baiyuan's mouth: "That's really very romantic."

Walking in the corridor on the second floor, Xie Baiyuan asked, "What did you find?"

"Ah?" Fang Li thought for a while, then said hesitantly, "He's scared. Will the npc in the dungeon also be scared?"

"Yes, npcs are real in their respective dungeons, and it's normal to have emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy." Xie Baiyuan walked slowly forward, his eyes paused for a while on the portrait of "Crying Boy" at the end of the corridor, "He's afraid It must be because there is something to frighten him."

Although the male host had a sweet smile just now, the trembling hands on both sides of his trousers still revealed his true emotions.

It seems that every time the hostess is mentioned, the host will be very uncomfortable.

The hostess has passed away, but the host insists that she sleeps upstairs. Is this really because of the so-called deep love?

Who was the woman in the red cheongsam who educated Xiaoyuan that night?

In the afternoon, everyone put the two burnt corpses in the room where they usually slept. Sure enough, after one afternoon, the two charred corpses also disappeared out of thin air.There were two scorched black marks left on the ground, and the marks disappeared from the door of the room, indicating that the two corpses were dragged out artificially.

After the ghosts in the villa killed people, someone was taking care of them.

That is to say, some of the more than 20 living people in the villa, including the eight passengers, were ghosts.

Fang Li remembered the painting of the Last Supper in the corridor on the third floor. He had long guessed who the painting corresponded to, and now he was able to further confirm that there was indeed a "Judas" among them.

Thinking of the two girls who were burned to death for no reason today, he ran to ask the maid for a black cloth, and covered the portrait of the crying boy on the second floor with the cloth.

After finishing all this, he ran back to the room, took off his clothes and glasses, and prepared to sleep peacefully.

Xie Baiyuan leaned on the bedside to read a book, and it was a little funny to see him lying down straight.

"Do you know what you look like now?"

Fang Li: "What?"

Xie Baiyuan: "Like a girl from a good family who protects her virginity."

Fang Li: "..."

Xie Baiyuan: "They're all men, relax, you slept with my arms around me last night..."

"Sleep." Fang Li's ears were a little hot.

"Fang Li, are you asleep?" Just after lying down, Zhao Xiaotong knocked on the door.

Having learned from the past, Fang Li learned to be smart, and first verified his identity through the door panel.

"Who are you?" Fang Li asked.

Zhao Xiaotong was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, and said with his arms crossed, "I am your sister Xiaotong. The fairy opens the door and returns my grandfather."

Fang Li: "..."

He opened the door a crack and saw Zhao Xiaotong outside the door who was alive and well.

"Let's discuss it," Zhao Xiaotong hugged the pillow and quilt, and said with a smile, "Ask brother Yuan, can you accommodate me for a night?"

Fang Li raised his eyebrows: "You said the same thing yesterday."

"Was that me yesterday!" Zhao Xiaotong curled his lips, "You don't know, my roommate, the one named Le Fei, is less courageous than me, and has already slipped away to find Chen Zhou and the others. I told them again I’m not familiar with it, and I dare not sleep alone.”

Fang Li looked back at Xie Baiyuan and asked for his opinion.Xie Baiyuan just flipped through the book and said calmly: "There is no bed for her."

Zhao Xiaotong squeezed in through the crack of the door with a pillow in his arms, and said with a smile: "How can I do that, I won't bother you, I'll be on the floor, on the floor."

After speaking, Ms. Zhao Xiaotong turned her back and shed tears of a single dog against the wall.

Seeing that she really came in with two feet on the ground, Fang Li felt relieved.

However, there are three people squeezed into one room, and the atmosphere is a bit weird.

After turning off the lights, Fang Li turned over several times, resisting leaning against Xie Baiyuan who was emitting heat.

In the silence, Fang Li thought that Xie Baiyuan, who had already fallen asleep, suddenly said: "Why don't you hug me?"

One word startled the other two people in the room.

Xie Baiyuan seemed unaware: "You hugged me all night last night."

Zhao Xiaotong's voice came from below: "If you two talk about this, I won't be sleepy."

Fang Li didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "He's talking about hugging."

"If you can't sleep, I'll tell you a bedtime story." Xie Baiyuan took the initiative to lean over, his breathing was very steady, with a trace of heat.

Fang Li was about to refuse, when Zhao Xiaotong, who was sleeping under the bed, cheered up: "Okay, brother Yuan still has this skill?"

Fang Li wants to say that you will know it when you hear it, and you will regret it.

Sure enough, Xie Baiyuan pondered for a while, and said slowly: "A young woman put her son to bed alone at home, and the little boy refused to lie down no matter what, he shouted: 'Mom, mom, look under my bed Is there someone?', the woman squatted down to look under the bed in order to let the little boy sleep peacefully."

Zhao Xiaotong swallowed his saliva: "What happened under the bed?"

Xie Baiyuan said: "The woman saw an identical child under the bed. The child looked at her and asked innocently: 'Mom, mother, can you see if there is someone on my bed.'"

This story is quite scary when it is told in such a soothing tone from Xie Baiyuan's mouth in the dark night.

Especially Zhao Xiaotong, who was sleeping on the ground, had already stuffed his head tightly into the quilt, for fear that when he looked up, he would see some little boy standing under the bed.

Early the next morning, the sky outside was dark and the sky was covered with dark clouds. It began to rain lightly after seven o'clock.

The red roses in front of the villa swayed with the wind in the rain, looking like a fire in the dark from a distance.

Xie Baiyuan got up early to wash up, stood by the window, looking outside thoughtfully.

Fang Li was a little worried: "Put more on, be careful and catch a cold."

"I see." Xie Baiyuan smiled.

Fang Li closed the windows tightly to prevent the rain from blowing in and wet the bed.

"Good morning." Zhao Xiaotong got up from the ground, rubbed her waist and complained in a low voice that the floor was too hard and cold, which made her back ache.

"Morning." Fang Li said, "It's raining today, so you shouldn't have to go out, right?"

As he said, the host didn't intend to take them out today.

Today is the third day, and there are still four days before the opening of the painting exhibition. There are only eight passengers left out of the twelve passengers when they first entered the dungeon.

No one went out, and everyone went in groups of three or two to explore around the villa.Gu Feng's daughter, Xin Xin, had a great time with Xiao Yuan.

All the rooms that can be explored in the villa have been explored, only the hostess' bedroom on the third floor is locked, and the locked room in the corner of the first floor is left.

It rained all day, and in the evening everyone gathered around for dinner.

The host at the dining table was a little irritable. He turned his gaze to the outside of the villa. Outside the door, the rain became heavier, and the bean-sized raindrops fell, splashing circles of mud.

He tightly held the knife and fork in his hand, and his body was tense, as if there was something frightening hidden in the rain.

No one spoke, only the crisp sound of silver knives and forks scratching the plate.

As the rain became heavier, the master trembled more violently, until at last he could no longer hold a fork.

There was a rustling sound from the rose bushes, Fang Li looked up, and saw a faintly slender figure in the dense rain.

As the figure approached, the lights above everyone's heads began to flicker on and off. Fang Li subconsciously held Xie Baiyuan's hand. He saw a woman's face dripping with rainwater. Pale.

The owner of that face was wearing a dark red cheongsam, like a rose in the dark night outside the window.

After a few breaths, the lights turned on again, and Fang Li heard Le Fei's scream from the team.

The host was lying on the dining table, his arms hanging unnaturally at his sides, his eyes were fixed on the front, and a hole the size of a bowl appeared on his chest.

The author has something to say:

Brother Yuan: Let me tell you a bedtime story. Once upon a time there was a coward named Fang Li, who was later eaten by Xie Baiyuan.