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That cloudy eye stared at the side of the bed, and Fang Li dared not move under the gaze of this gaze.

He didn't dare to look more, so he had no way of knowing what the thing outside the window was.Anyway, he peeped out of the hole in the middle of the night, so what good could it be?

After calming down for a while, the feeling of being stared at gradually disappeared before Fang Li had the courage to look over again. The eyes pasted on the window did not know when they left there.Something rolled down on the ground, and it seemed to have been pushed in through a hole the size of a coin.

After thinking for a while, he chose to wake up Zhu Yicheng who was sleeping beside him first.

Zhu Yicheng was eating delicious fried chicken in his dream. When Fang Li woke him up, he rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked in a daze, "What's the matter?"

Fang Li said, "Just outside the window, there was an eye looking at me."

Zhu Yicheng's drowsiness immediately flew to the sky: "Damn!"

He grabbed the quilt and shrank behind Fang Li, his eyes erratically aiming: "Where is it?"

Fang Li rubbed his eyebrows: "It's gone."

He was quite scared at first, but seeing Zhu Yicheng like this, he inexplicably felt a sense of responsibility as a father to take care of his children.

At this time, he began to miss Xie Baiyuan who was three carriages away.

It would be great if Xie Baiyuan was here.

If Xie Baiyuan was in...

Xie Baiyuan, who had already entered the copy of London Bridge, frowned, covered his nose and sneezed.

Gu Feng handed over a mask worriedly, and asked, "Are you okay? Did you catch a cold? How about we rest for one night before we act."

After divorcing his wife, he took Gu Xin to be both a father and a mother, and fell in love with Nagging more and more.

Xie Baiyuan's poor immune system is well known. The background of the dungeon they entered this time is London in the [-]th century. The smog pollution is quite serious. The streets are full of asthmatics. The six internal organs coughed up.

"I know you are worried about Fang Li, but you can give him more trust. He is actually stronger than you think."

Gu Feng persuaded earnestly, he could see Xie Baiyuan's anxiety - the time limit for this dungeon was ten days, and Xie Baiyuan was going to go to the lair of the dungeon boss on the second day.

"I'm fine." Xie Baiyuan hooked one side of the mask with his finger and hung it on his ear, "Go on and find tools."

Their identities this time are sanitation workers in this area.

The content of the copy is an English nursery rhyme called London Bridge is Falling Down.

The first part of the lyrics roughly reads:

"London Bridge is falling, falling, falling.

London Bridge is falling, my fair lady. "

This part is still relatively familiar, and there are no clues.

However, when they went out to sweep the street today, they saw street children walking around holding hands, humming the second half of this nursery rhyme.

The lyrics in the second half reflect the materials that people used in order to build London Bridge.

The bridge was first built with wood and clay, but the wood and clay would wash away.Brick and mortar, iron and steel, silver and gold followed, but none of these could prevent London Bridge from collapsing.

Later, there was a legend here, saying that as long as people are buried in the foundation of the bridge, the bridge will not collapse.

Because of this legend, the bodies of hundreds of young girls are buried alive under London Bridge.

Numerous corpses gave birth to wraiths, and everyone who walked on the bridge would be mercilessly killed.

The next step for Xie Baiyuan is to release these resentful spirits and have a one-pot end.

He looked at the ship in the distance, and his thoughts on the other party in his heart were actually more than worries.

From the moment he was thrown into the No. [-] car, part of Xie Baiyuan's memory recovered.

Nine-tenths of his memory has been recovered now, and it is only a matter of time before he can recover the remaining one-tenth.

The train has more bugs than they thought.

For example, this is already the third time he has entered a copy of London Bridge.

For the first time, he had friends and lovers by his side, and no one in the entire team was injured when he passed the dungeon.

The second time, he was alone, with a group of wild teammates, and it took him three days to walk out from here.

For the third time, he entered the dungeon with Gu Feng and others, and soon he could go out from here again.

After three reincarnations, each time, he has no memory of the previous one.

The difficulty of this dungeon is nothing to him, but Fang Li is not by his side, which makes him feel anxious.

He has a lot of things in his heart that he wants to say to the other party, but the person he confides to is not here now.

He wanted so badly to see him.

Just because they were afraid that the problem would not be solved, Fang Li and Zhu Yicheng huddled in the corner of the bed and watched for twenty minutes. There was not even a shadow outside the room, so they braved up and went to pick up the things on the ground together.

It was a note rolled into a cylinder. Fang Li unfolded it and saw the words written on it.

"It's hard to speak if you have something in your mouth, and you can't get out of your mouth and go home."

Zhu Yicheng clicked his tongue and said, "Is this an anagram?"

The difficulty of this anagram is not high, there is a mouth in the mouth, which is the word "Hui".

But Fang Li thought of something, he said: "There is something in the mouth, is it talking about our yard?"

A closed courtyard with a square shape, and a well in the courtyard...isn't it just a "back".

Fang Li read the words on the note over and over in his mind, and felt more and more that "it's difficult to speak out", there should be another meaning of "unspeakable".

Did this note appear in their room to tell him what kind of evil spirits lived in this house?

A gust of wind suddenly blew outside, and the windows of their house were blown open with a creak.

Fang Li and Zhu Yicheng looked at each other, Zhu Yicheng pulled the corner of his stiff mouth, and forced himself to calm down: "The wind is a bit noisy tonight..."

As he said that, he was about to close the window, but as soon as he got to the window, his expression turned solemn.

"Fang Li..." Zhu Yicheng turned his head stiffly, "Listen, what's the sound outside?"

Fang Li cautiously took two steps towards the window, the wind outside brought the sound to his ears, and he vaguely heard a whimpering sound.The voice was very faint, carried by the sound of the wind, like a woman crying sadly.

Under the cold moonlight, it sounds so frightening.

Fang Li suddenly felt that his scalp was numb, without further ado, he went forward to close the window, pulled Zhu Yicheng and retracted into the quilt to sleep.

Not long ago, Zhu Yicheng complained that the quilt seemed to have not been exposed to the sun for 800 years, it was cold and icy, and there was a faint musty smell.

But now he doesn't complain anymore, he's shivering with Fang Li like a quail in bed.

Shivering, my body warmed up a bit, and the night passed.

Early the next morning, all twelve were safe.They had just gotten up and put on their clothes when the boy from last night came over, followed by three servants.

The three domestic servants, two men and one woman, were all about fourteen or fifteen years old.

Fang Li noticed that each of them had a copper bell tied around their waist. The bell was about the size of a walnut, and the pattern was not clear.

The boy said that Mr. Gui was in poor health and could not come out to meet guests yet.

Mr. Gui, who started to perform on stage at the age of ten, is now 32 years old, and he was already a smash hit when he was 16 years old.

It's just that in the past two years, Mr. Gui has lived in seclusion, and the number of times he performed on stage has become less and less. Not long ago, there was news that the stage was closed.

The twelve of them are Mr. Gui's theater fans for many years. Mr. Gui is very grateful for their support for him, so he decided to sing this last play for them on stage before he retired.

Guests are free to move about the house, but not to the backyard.

"My husband likes to be quiet, and he will hang his voice when he is in the mood." The young man said.

Fang Li recalled the voice he and Zhu Yicheng heard last night, and asked, "Do you also hang your throat at night, sir?"

The boy looked at him, straightened his back and said, "That's natural."

Fang Li silently looked away, thinking, isn't this just disturbing the people in the middle of the night.

However, after figuring out what was going on with the whimpering sound last night, Fang Li finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But he didn't let go of his vigilance.After all, so far, this Mr. Gui has never shown his face. It is possible to say that this ghost is Mr. Gui.

He still remembered that the person who told Zhu Yicheng the fortune teller said that he saw an actor dressing up in front of the mirror.

Could that actor be exactly Mr. Gui?

With the care of the servants, after a brief wash, everyone went to the main hall to have breakfast.

When eating breakfast, everyone sat separately in twos and threes, and it was clear at a glance who was in a group with whom.

Fang Li whispered to Zhao Xiaotong and Yu Jiaxi at the dining table, asking if they saw anything outside the house last night.

The answer given by the two girls was no.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Xiaotong asked, already having some guesses in his heart, "Did you encounter something again last night?"

Fang Li told her everything, including the eye outside the window last night, and the note with word puzzles that he picked up on the ground later.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Xiaotong looked at him with a loving expression: "Does this car have a problem with you? It's eyes and notes all night."

Fang Li: "..."

Yu Jiaxi asked curiously, "Why do you say that?"

Zhao Xiaotong smiled and said: "Because basically there is a copy of him, he is always the one who encounters problems on the first night."

Yu Jiaxi recalled the copy about ten little soldiers on the isolated island, and nodded sympathetically.

Fang Li was a little dumbfounded, but what Zhao Xiaotong said was true, once or twice could be called accidental, and he was the first to encounter something, so it couldn't be called accidental.

The car seemed to be targeting him intentionally, but every time it was "targeted", it made him escape.

Now that he has developed, he still can't tell whether it is aimed at him and wants him to die quickly, or he is sending him clues on purpose.