hearse drift

Having said that, it was getting late and it was obviously not wise to walk around.

Fang Li thought about getting up early tomorrow to see the stage, and taking a good night's rest today.

Zhu Yicheng changed the dressing for the wound on his arm, took off his clothes and saw the necklace on his neck, and asked casually: "Is that the couple necklace you and Brother Yuan wear?"

Fang Li touched the necklace that saved his life, thought of Xie Baiyuan who was far away on the other side of the train, and said, "Well."

The smile on his face when he mentioned Xie Baiyuan made Zhu Yicheng's teeth ache.

Zhu Yicheng murmured in his heart that brother Yuan is really happy, he is not around, and just leaving a necklace can make Fang Li's heart sway.

Seeing Fang Li's happy expression, he swallowed back what he originally wanted to say.

He had seen that necklace twice.

One time was when I first met Xie Baiyuan, before Fang Li appeared.

At that time, Xie Baiyuan didn't like to talk. Zhu Yicheng saw him standing alone on the balcony, rubbing the necklace, his expression seemed to miss someone.

Sensing someone approaching, Xie Baiyuan put away the necklace.He has been wearing it next to his body, and most people have no chance to see what the necklace looks like.

Another time was even more bizarre.The second time he saw this necklace was when he was divination for Fang Li.

His divination does not necessarily look at a person's past. Sometimes, if he is lucky, he can roughly see the person's life experience.

What he saw should be Fang Li in the future, because the person in the picture was quite tall and couldn't see his facial features clearly.

The only thing that can be seen clearly is the necklace around his neck that impressed Zhu Yicheng deeply.

Afterwards, Zhu Yicheng did another divination for Xie Baiyuan, but the result was the same as every time before, and he couldn't see anything.

He couldn't see Xie Baiyuan's life before he met him, nor could he see Fang Li's life before he was ten years old.

The lives of these two people seem to have been deliberately erased, and it is a very important part.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he accidentally pressed Fang Li's wound on his hand without any hesitation. Fang Li hissed and watched blood ooze from the wound that was about to scab.

Zhu Yicheng said "Ouch", and while apologizing, he turned over new cotton and gauze in the bag.

Fang Li stared at the wound, before Zhu Yicheng found the gauze, the fist-sized wound had already congealed blood, dripping down his arm, leaving a winding bloodstain.

He suddenly remembered some information that he had ignored. For example, the ghosts in the house seemed to be pursuing intact human skin.

Even the ghost hand that peeled off the human face at the beginning deliberately avoided the parts above the neck when doing it, as if to ensure the integrity of the skin.

As for the reason, no one noticed.

What does a full hide mean...perfect camouflage?

Fang Li let out a breath, he felt that he might have guessed something.

Everyone had no appetite for dinner, firstly because the stage was set up, and their time was getting tighter; secondly, because Mr. Gui appeared at the dining table again, the lights in the room were extremely dim, and the servants were digging like they were trying to save money. Swish only one candle.

The white candle was placed on the table, and the candle was flickering, making everyone feel a little depressed.

After finally surviving a supper, everyone returned to the yard, washed up briefly, and went to bed.

Fang Li dreamed of Xie Baiyuan the night before. Although the content of the dream was not so pleasant, it is not a loss to be able to meet the person he misses day and night here in a disguised form.

I even kind of want to see you again.

But this cheating dungeon always fails to make people wish.

Fang Li slept very lightly that night, and at about two o'clock in the morning, he heard a scream.

The cry was extremely shrill, mixed with panic and despair.

Fang Li woke up from the dream, but the other three people in the room were still asleep. Even Zhu Yicheng, who usually felt him turning over, slept like a pig.

He didn't get up in a hurry, but relied on the sound to identify the location, and guessed that the accident should be in the room with the bald head.

Could it be those paintings?

The screams outside became weaker and weaker, but there was no sound of someone pushing the door open. It was unclear whether those people were asleep like Zhu Yicheng and the others, or they were awake but did not dare to come out.

Fang Li didn't dare to go out to check the situation easily. The necklace saved him once last time, but saving him once doesn't guarantee the second time.

After the screams disappeared, there was the rustling of something heavy on the ground in the yard.

And the voice didn't disappear for a long time, but it was far and near, never leaving the yard.

It sounds like a person being dragged around in circles on the ground.

He closed his eyes and listened for a full half an hour before the sound finally disappeared.

Fang Li didn't feel sleepy, an unknown sense of fear gripped his heart like an invisible hand.

In the cold night when his breathing was white, he broke out in a cold sweat.

After another ten minutes, guessing that the things outside had already left, he got up from the bed, wanting to get up and check the situation.

Instead of opening the door, he walked to the window.

On the papered window, there was a hole the size of a coin at some point.

Fang Li put his face on it, and looked at the courtyard through the hole.

The moon is round and bright tonight, illuminating the whole yard brightly.

The cold moonlight cast a layer of cold light on the ground, everything in the yard was quite normal, there were no dead people, no human skins hung on the trees, except... except for one more person by the mouth of the well.

Judging from the back, it should be a woman, with a slender figure, wearing an aqua blue costume.

The hair hangs loose, like a black silk cloth.

She just sat quietly by the well, with her back facing the room where Fang Li and the others slept.

Fang Li couldn't see her face clearly, but somehow felt that she was very sad, and even felt pity from his heart.

Then this pity disappeared without a trace when the other party turned his head.

The woman by the well turned around unexpectedly, her eyes were tightly closed on her pale face.

Those Zhang Liang are not like Mr. Gui, nor are they like anyone else.

That's Fang Li himself!

His pupils constricted, but his body stood by the window as if he was frozen, unable to move.

The thing by the well, against his face, looked very grotesque.

The next second, the corner of "Fang Li" over there suddenly hooked his mouth, and that thing raised his hand, and the bright red and sharp nails scratched his neck, leaving a gash, from which black blood flowed out.

Fang Li's expression was not very good, especially when he felt something slippery and sticky dripping down his neck.

Hold.

The thing by the well had the nerve to smile at him in his face.

Forcibly suppressing the panic in his heart, he touched his neck with his hand.

The black blood stained his hands all over, and that wasn't enough. The thing outside stretched its hand into the wound, as if it was about to tear off its own skin... Fang Li thought in his heart that he should just go all out and fight this thing to the death.

He was about to fulfill this idea, but someone covered his head with a quilt from behind.

Fang Li almost subconsciously stretched out his hand to tear off the quilt, and was about to punch the thing that attacked him.

Zhu Yicheng's voice sounded in time: "Huh? Are you awake?"

Fang Li poked his head out from under the quilt, the dazzling sunlight made him unable to open his eyes for a moment.

"This time it seems that the fever has really subsided, and I don't talk nonsense." Zhu Yicheng said to himself: "Look at your daily life. Since you entered this dungeon, your health has not been better."

The room was brightly lit, and the windows were intact, with no holes at all.

Fang Li tugged at his sweaty clothes and asked tentatively, "I have a fever?"

"That's not it," Zhu Yicheng said: "I have a fever, and I have nightmares, talking in my sleep all night."

Fang Li asked, "What did I say?"

Zhu Yicheng recalled it, blinked and said, "You said I was your father."

Fang Li's face darkened: "Zhu Yicheng..."

Zhu Yicheng immediately became honest, and said obediently: "In the beginning, I just heard you call Brother Yuan, and then I heard you say 'burn the painting'."

After he finished speaking, he immediately raised his hand to assure: "I didn't lie to you, you were crying and crying, Xiaotong and the others heard it."

Shout and cry.

Fang Li was stunned by these four words, and he didn't have time to worry about whether it was embarrassing or not. He asked, "Where are they?"

Zhu Yicheng said: "Looking outside..." He originally wanted to say watching the excitement, but found that the word might have a bit of a sad meaning, so he changed his words in the middle of saying: "They are looking outside for information."

Fang Li: "?"

Zhu Yicheng looked at his expression and slapped himself on the forehead: "I forgot to tell you that someone died last night."

They expected that someone would have an accident yesterday, but they didn't guess the person who had the accident.

The two dead people were not baldheads, but the two who had previously been classified as the highest suspects by Fang Li and the others for stealing paintings.

People were discovered by everyone. Early in the morning, when they opened the door, they saw that their teammates who were alive and kicking yesterday had turned into bloody people, and their corpses were piled up on the rockery in the yard.

The skins were all peeled off and spread over the mouth of the well.

"Could it be that we guessed wrong?" Zhu Yicheng said, "Maybe those paintings are just props."

Fang Li didn't answer, but was lost in thought.

Until now, he still thinks that painting is problematic.

His hunches are always accurate.

And Zhu Yicheng said that when he had a nightmare, he shouted to burn the painting.

This painting... Could it be those human skin paintings?

Fang Li suddenly got up from the bed.

Zhu Yicheng saw that he put on his clothes quickly without saying a word, and couldn't help asking: "What are you going to do? Don't you want to sleep for a while?"

"Don't sleep anymore," Fang Li said, "let's go find a fire booklet."

Zhu Yicheng was puzzled and said, "Why are you looking for that thing?"

Fang Li looked at him, opened and closed his mouth, and uttered two words: "Burning paintings."

Zhu Yicheng: "..." Did he hallucinate? ?

Some people in the team also brought in lighters, such as the bald man who smoked.

But what Fang Li wants to do is more risky, and of course he can't cooperate with a credible bald head.

After thinking about it, he thought of the fire pockets that the servants used when lighting candles.

The two slipped out avoiding those people in the courtyard. Zhu Yicheng finally felt relieved when he saw his back, which was more agile than a rabbit.

Running so fast, it seems that his body has recovered, and he can escape quickly if he encounters danger.

After thinking this way, he was shocked by himself. Since when did he become so optimistic?

Fang Li didn't know how rich Zhu Yicheng's mental activities were. He found a familiar boy, asked him for a fire book, and then returned to the yard.

From a distance, Zhao Xiaotong called his name: "Fang Li, when did you go out?"

Fang Li stuffed the things into his pants pocket, exchanged a glance with Zhu Yicheng, stepped forward and said, "Just now."

He gave Zhao Xiaotong a wink, Zhao Xiaotong blinked, and wisely did not ask any more questions.

The bodies of the two dead people were still lying there, and no one dared to touch them because they were too bloody.

Fang Li glanced at the bloody mess, subconsciously turned his head away.

"Did you hear any noise last night?" It was Mu Junbo who spoke, the man who had been terrified.

Everyone present shook their heads, expressing that they slept deeply last night.

Even the bald man said that he slept until dawn, and it was rare for him not to wake up at night.

The blood of these two people turned reddish brown, presumably it happened in the middle of the night.

But when the accident happened last night, most people fell asleep and didn't even listen to the screams.

Mu Junbo breathed a sigh of relief, and a layer of mist immediately formed on his lenses, blocking the slightly frightened eyes under the lenses.

"I heard it." His voice hesitated, and his voice trembled slightly, not sure if it was because of fear or cold.

"I heard their cries for help." This time, I was much more certain.

In fact, after his girlfriend died, he lived in self-blame and fear every day.

I blamed myself for not turning back to give my girlfriend a hand, because I was afraid that the ghost of my girlfriend would take revenge on him.

These two emotions made him restless, his sleep quality was not good, and now he suffered from insomnia for two consecutive days.

He became roommates with the bald head who seemed the most courageous in the whole team, but he still couldn't get rid of the feeling of fear all the time.

Last night, he was huddled in a corner of the bed, tossing and turning, trying to fall asleep, when he suddenly heard a piercing sound, which sounded like a sharp object being dragged on the floor tiles.

The sound stopped, just outside their house.

Through the window, one could see the reflection of the thing outside, it was a slender figure holding a long knife high in his hand.

Mu Junbo didn't dare to breathe immediately. Fortunately, the voice didn't stay in front of their door for too long, and went to the next door after a while.

Before he could remember who lived next door, he heard a shrill scream.

Accompanied by the scream, there was a sound similar to tearing cloth.

After listening to his narration, everyone fell into silence.

At this time, no one jumped out to accuse him, why didn't he come out to save people when he heard the voice.

Because no one of them could guarantee that they would jump out for the strangers they knew in the dungeon in that situation.

Those who are as stupid and fateful as Fang Li are a minority, and most people send them out after being brave and desperate.

"But I still saw something." Mu Junbo rubbed his hands together, as if he was warming up, and also as if he was cheering for what he was about to say.

"I saw him take a pen and write the names of the two people next door on the back of a doll. After writing the thing outside, he left in front of our door and went to the next room." Mu Junbo pointed his hand straight at the bald head, and then looked at Xiang Yu Jiaxi said in a positive tone, "Yes, it's her doll."

The atmosphere suddenly became very quiet, and everyone cast complicated eyes on the bald head at the same time.