Chapter 18 Chapter 18 What are you doing?
As soon as Scotland came in, he saw such an erotic scene, although he didn't like this description, as it seemed like something strange.
But when he saw the figure on the bed, this was indeed his first thought.
Scotland calmed himself down and asked, "What are you looking for?"
An You turned around suddenly and found that she was seen naked. She was silent for a while, but soon felt that it was nothing.
They were just shirtless. When they were in high school and college, naked male college students could be seen everywhere in the bathhouse.
If he was suspicious or felt inexplicably ashamed, he wouldn't need to take a bath at all.
Therefore, An You, who was shy for just a moment, accepted the situation instantly.
"My clothes are still in the bag."
Scotland lowered his eyes, "Let me get it for you."
Since that was what he said, An You didn't hesitate and simply sat there, waiting for Scotland to search through his backpack.
He brought out a simple set of white shirt and black pants, smoothed out the wrinkles, and then handed the clothes to him, "Wear this."
An You took the clothes and looked at them again and again. "I don't want to wear them. The style is not fashionable enough. I want the black short-sleeved one."
"Ah, it's cold outside. It just rained, and the air temperature dropped sharply. You look like you're about to catch a cold, so it's better to wear this."
An You was suddenly speechless. He was still complaining about the long sleeves and completely ignored the horrible weather outside. But why did this detailed and kind tone sound so much like his old mother?
Hey, An You shuddered when he suddenly thought of some horrible scenes.
I didn't dare to continue being stubborn and put on my clothes first. It was indeed a bit cold standing naked in the air.
Scotland watched him change clothes, showing no sign of shyness. Something was afoot: This wasn't right. Was this normal? Was this considered normal social distancing?
It's not appropriate. You're so careless with someone you've only known for a day or two. Do you trust him too much, or do you think it doesn't matter?
Scotland remained calm on the surface. "Put on your coat first, don't get cold."
"Oh, I'm dressed." An You walked in front of Scotland, not quite understanding why he turned his back, obviously it was nothing.
Scotland turned around and looked at An You again. The white shirt really suited him, and the aura of youth seemed to be embodied in him.
Scotland had an idea and raised his hand to signal An You, who was standing on the bed, to bend down. Although An You didn't understand, he still did it. Then Scotland touched his cheek.
An You stared at the other person curiously, not understanding what was going on, when the pair of large hands touched his cheeks.
An You looked at him curiously. His movements were so gentle and reserved, completely different from the brothers he had been with before.
Those brothers are careless, hanging around each other and doing all kinds of evil things. Sometimes An You even wants to curse them.
An You didn't know what this intimate gesture meant for a moment. Such tender moments were rare.
Scotland's hand fell to his neck, fingers turning and adjusting his collar, fingers running through his hair with a delicate sensation.
It was as if an electric current was flowing through An You's heart, and her chest felt numb. Such a soft emotion was really rare.
The whole person feels like being immersed in warm sea water, and every part of the body is properly soaked.
An You looked down at Scotland's handsome face for a moment, then heard his gentle voice: "Put it on, just like that."
An You wanted to get off the bed, but he twisted his foot and fell straight down. Fortunately, Scotland shouted "Be careful" and reached out to stop him.
An You was hugged in time. Except for the awkward position of the hand holding his butt, the whole "hero saving the boss" scene was quite entertaining.
Should I feel embarrassed or say thank you at this time?
"you……"
An You raised her head and was about to say something when the door was suddenly pushed open.
The two men looked over at the same time, and Bourbon's face appeared at the door, the shock on his face difficult to hide.
"you……"
Compared to Bourbon's shock, Scotland was much calmer. He let go of An You and put her back on the ground, patting her shoulder. "Go over there. Let me talk to Bourbon."
An You nodded. Although he had no intention of eavesdropping on their conversation, he still walked to the end of the room alone. The restaurant was empty at this time.
Most people were still asleep. An You sat in the restaurant, supporting her chin and waiting for a long time, until finally the two of them walked out of the room.
Although he didn't know what happened, the two of them felt a little awkward. An You's first thought was: Did they have a fight?
Although I have never seen these two people quarreling, it is not impossible.
The two silent people walked towards him. Of the two, An You was still closer to Scotland. His gentleness was so unique.
An You came closer, looked around, and looked curious. "Did you guys fight? How was it?"
Scotland consoled him, "It's okay. There won't be any disputes among the members of the organization."
"The maintenance technician we contacted has already gone up the mountain. According to the time, he should be here soon."
An You was surprised: "So fast? Did your mechanic fly here with wings? He must be working so hard."
Although there was a signal in the villa, it was already very late when they came back last night. They were able to contact the maintenance technician so late, and the technician was willing to go up the mountain. Are the maintenance technicians here particularly ethical?
Scotland smiled, "Yes, that master is very serious about his work and came here overnight."
"We need to check out the car later to see if it can be repaired. Do you want to come with us?"
"I'd rather not go out. I want to take a rest and read for a while."
"Okay, then call me if you have anything, and we'll be back soon." Scotland comforted.
Since that was said, An You nodded in understanding: "Got it, I'll wait for you here."
Scotland turned and left. An You naturally wouldn't wait there forever. Anyway, it had nothing to do with her if she left the matter to the two of them.
The rainstorm in the mountains came suddenly, but fortunately it did not last long, at least it has stopped for now.
The green leaves washed by the heavy rain are particularly lush. The air is humid after the rain, and there is a faint fragrance of grass.
The two returned along the same route, found a car parked on the mountain road, and waited for a while leaning against the window.
Hearing the rumbling sound of the engine, a smile finally appeared on the two men's faces - the person who brought them the maintenance tools had arrived.
A young man got out of a black car. He was wearing a floral shirt, with delicate and handsome features, and his eyes were like gentle lake water.
He looked at the two people standing side by side and said, "What's wrong with you two? Don't tell me you've been missing for so long just to come to the mountains for vacation? Are you planning to live in seclusion there?"
Scotland coughed lightly, "That's fine."
Hagiwara Kenji: "Well, forget it, as long as everyone is fine. I'm not curious about what secrets you are hiding."
Bourbon didn't exchange pleasantries and went straight to the point, asking, "Can you help us see if the car can be repaired?"
"The car broke down?"
"Um."
"Let me try to fix it. No repair shop is willing to come to this desolate and dangerous mountain road. I'm the only one you can count on now."
"clear."
"Go help me get the repair tools out of the trunk."
"good."
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After An You returned to the room, he closed the doors and windows and continued to read his collection of jokes.
The sound of rain outside the window has stopped, and An You is resting alone in the room.
Suddenly, there was a slight noise in the closet. In the silent environment, any sound was amplified infinitely.
Even pretending not to hear is not realistic.
An You put down the book in her hand, walked quietly to the cabinet, and shouted sharply: "What is that?"
The sound in the cabinet disappeared again, as if the movement just now was just his imagination.
An You didn't believe it, so she picked up the heavy books and moved the cabinet door open little by little.
He was ready to attack back with the collection of jokes in his hand as soon as any strange creature appeared, letting the other party feel the "fragrance of knowledge".
However, when the cabinet door was opened, there was nothing behind it, which was unexpected.
The closet was empty, and because it had not been used for a long time, it was even covered with a layer of dust.
The musty smell that hit me in the face was particularly obvious, and it was obvious that it had not been cleaned for a long time.
An You slapped the air to disperse the dust and then exclaimed.
I didn’t expect that there was a spot in the corner of the cabinet that was a different color. Was the paint peeling off?
An You touched it and unexpectedly felt different. That piece seemed a little loose.
An You discovered that the bottom wooden board of the cabinet could actually be stretched. After moving it away, a new space was revealed at the bottom of the cabinet - it was an entrance to the basement, hidden under the bottom of the cabinet.
An You lay down at the entrance and looked down. It was pitch black and she couldn't see anything. Her reason was fighting against her curiosity.
A voice told him: Don't be curious about anyone's secrets, no matter how tempting it is.
Another voice was very excited: This is a rare opportunity for exploration. Aren’t you curious about what is hidden inside?
The two voices appeared alternately, entangling An You, and the idea of exploration finally took over her mind.
An You gritted his teeth and said: I'll just go down and take a look, and come back soon.
The tunnel entrance was pitch black. An You picked up the remaining candles from last night, lit them with a lighter, and found that there was a ladder connected to the tunnel entrance.
The ladder was already there. After finally getting under the cabinet, An You was coughing because of the smell inside.
This basement has probably not been used for a long time and is not often cleaned. It smells musty and has a strange bloody odor.
An You walked deeper and found that this place was more like an underground warehouse.
The warehouse was empty, but there was a small room next to it with a closed wooden door.
An You pushed the door, fortunately the doors here were not completely closed.
But when the door opened, An You was surprised - this place looked more like an interrogation room than a room.
The mottled tabletop was stained with unknown dried blood, and various hooks were hanging on it, with chains hanging on the tabletop.
An You was filled with panic: Who on earth would build an interrogation room in their basement? Who was being interrogated? What kind of psychopathic mindset was this?
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps, followed by voices.
"I want to ask you a question. Answer me properly and don't lie."
The hoarse and slightly textured voice made An You immediately think of someone - the witch's daughter, whose name seemed to be Ono Akiko.
"You ask." It was the voice of the son, Koichi Ono.
Ono Akiko's voice was urgent and questioning: "Was it you last night? You sneaked into several passengers' rooms just to search their luggage?"
Ono Koichi: "So what? Although those people are indeed pitiful, I searched for a long time and didn't find a single valuable item."
"You...you are doing these sneaky things again! Can't you...can't you just follow the right path?" The woman's voice sounded a bit disappointed.
The man seemed enraged. "Who are you to lecture me? Do you think what you and that old woman did was honorable? Breaking into homes, robbing people, and even occupying other people's houses to live freely in the mountains? Don't you need me to carry out your plans?"
The woman said in an unhappy tone, "What do you mean? Are you turning against us now?"
The man said coldly, "Hasn't it time for you to have enough of your family drama? You and I are not siblings. We are just three thieves. I only came here because there's profit to be made. Auction the villa as soon as possible and get my share of the money."
"You are such a greedy guy. I am really disappointed."
Man: "What's the point of me expecting you? You're really sick! Don't push me, or I'll call the police and we'll all be dead!"
The woman's voice suddenly became sharp and excited. "You want to threaten me? Fine, if you dare to call the police, you won't get a penny! If I can't get it, then neither can you. Let's go to jail together. Who's afraid of who?"
"You want to die, don't you?! You crazy woman!"
There was a lot of banging noise upstairs, as if a fight had broken out.
Sure enough, people always reveal their most disgusting faces when faced with interests.
Wait, from what they just argued about, An You came back to his senses: it turned out that the so-called "owner" here had changed hands a long time ago, and they moved into a villa that was occupied by burglars.
So what happened to the original owner of the house? Where did he go? Was he hidden, or was he murdered?
An You originally wanted to send a message to Scotland about this matter. Holding her phone, she was about to edit the message when she suddenly remembered that the other party might not be able to receive the message at all due to the road he was on.
Suddenly, a drop of cold liquid dripped onto his forehead, and An You smelled a fishy smell.
He looked up in disbelief, and sure enough, he saw bright red bloodstains on the wooden floor - the blood had seeped into the floor, which was the ceiling of the basement.
An You was stunned: Are they fighting? Who killed whom?
He had thought they were one big, happy family, but unexpectedly, none of the three were related by blood; they were all evil spirits brought together by profit. It was suffocating and disgusting, devoid of any humanity. He only saw a group of animals in human skin tearing each other apart, each wanting to kill the other without a burial place.
The profits they are so proud of are all gained by endangering the lives of others.
The original owner of the house was bullied to death because he was unable to produce minions.
An You was drowsily preparing to leave the basement, but the clay pot that had appeared at his feet suddenly broke with a snap because of his hurried movement.
This small interrogation room faced the room above—the room where the man and woman were arguing. The commotion immediately attracted attention from above.
"Who? Who's around?"
"Come out! Otherwise don't blame me for being rude!" It was a man's voice.
Oh no, I'm about to be discovered. Luckily, the other party probably didn't know there was a basement here. After all, the entrance was hidden in the closet, so they wouldn't be able to detect him immediately.
The sound of footsteps coming from upstairs meant that the man had left the room, probably looking for someone.
An You turned around quickly and went upstairs to leave.
As for conflicts of interest and home invasions, it is better to leave them to the police.
An You threw the candle and cell phone up first, then climbed up herself.
After crawling out of the narrow cabinet, An You finally breathed a little smoother and went to pick up her cell phone, panting.
Moving his sight horizontally, he saw a long black skirt that almost covered the entire calves of the person who came. The hem of the skirt dragged on the ground, and even the feet could not be seen.
Probably because it had been dragged on the ground for a long time, the skirt was covered with dirt and grime, so dirty that its original color could no longer be recognized.
When he looked up, he saw a face as old as a dead branch, staring at him intently.
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