Chapter 45 Happy Event in the Mountain Village 5 "Time is running out, be good. ...
An Rao immediately turned around and looked at Bai Chuan: "There is a notebook on the ground."
"I see. Don't move. Wait for me." Bai Chuan turned and went into the house and quickly returned with a transparent toiletry bag in his hand. "I'll go with you."
As if some spell was broken, the pink notebook on the ground suddenly became extremely ordinary, completely devoid of charm, and made people lose all desire to explore it.
"I felt like I was bewitched just now." An Rao was still frightened.
"I know, I saw it at the window," Bai Chuan gently placed his hand on An Rao's shoulder, "Be careful, the whole village and even the world are not normal."
An Rao: “?”
"Looking at everyone's clothes and the corn drying on the wall, it should be autumn now. It's not normal to hear a single insect chirping at night in the autumn deep in the mountains."
"It's as if," An Rao frowned, "it's as if this is all fake."
"Yeah." Baichuan nodded.
When the two of them quickly washed up and returned to the room, there were still ten minutes before the lights were turned off. An Rao watched Bai Chuan lie down on the pillow with wet hair.
"Wait wait wait, your hair is still wet, you can't sleep."
"Is there any problem?" There were ripples on Baichuan's brow, and he seemed very puzzled by this question.
Although it is very necessary to keep a distance from this person, considering that this person just saved my life, it really makes me feel guilty to watch him sleep with wet hair.
"You'll catch a cold." An Rao said as he rummaged through the drawers in the room, but secretly wondered if this man was a human being. He couldn't even eat candy or take care of himself. He didn't even know that sleeping with wet hair would cause a cold, not to mention... An Rao recalled the simple and rough Bai Chuan's bathing method that he had just witnessed in the bathroom, and felt that compared to the way a pig farmer brushed his pigs, he was very gentle.
"Cold?" Baichuan tilted his head, and a sparkling drop of water dripped down the end of his hair and hit his beautiful long legs which were only wearing shorts.
"Don't tell me you haven't had a cold." An Rao was speechless.
Baichuan was silent.
An, who grew up sickly, said: "..."
"Ah, here it is!" An Rao took out a hair dryer from the drawer of the bedside table, "Dry your hair before going to bed."
"What is this?" Baichuan tilted his head and looked at the strange thing in front of him. His originally cold temperament seemed very cute because of his ignorance at this moment.
An Rao: "...Let me do it." Then he stood next to Baichuan and turned on the hair dryer.
"Buzz--" The old-fashioned hair dryer suddenly made a loud noise, and Baichuan beside him jumped up with extreme vigilance, like a frightened Maine Coon cat.
"Relax, I'm just helping you blow dry your hair." An Rao pushed Bai Chuan back, "Time is running out, be good."
An Rao stood beside Bai Chuan, rubbing his hair with his pale fingers. Bai Chuan's hair was very black, but unexpectedly soft. They were both silent, and the only sound in the room was the hum of the hair dryer. An Rao's gaze fell on the back of Bai Chuan's neck, where a silver-white crack extended downwards and then disappeared into the black collar.
Just now when taking a shower in the bathroom, An Rao had seen the shocking cracks on Bai Chuan's body. He seemed like a porcelain doll that had been broken into countless pieces and then glued together along the cracks. He was covered with scars. Who could have imagined that under his breathtaking handsomeness, he did not have a single piece of healthy skin on his body.
An Rao thought of the white stone in his pocket. There was also a crack on the pure white stone of unknown material.
The lights in the room suddenly went out silently, the hair dryer also fell silent, and the entire Zheng family compound seemed to have been switched off. All the lights went out in an instant, and the entire house was filled with a tangible darkness. Even the sounds disappeared without a trace.
It's too dark.
An Rao subconsciously turned on his wristband to confirm whether it was ten o'clock in the evening, but Baichuan quickly covered the screen, and the screen light was turned off before it could fully light up.
A faint light was fleeting, not even as bright as a firefly, but Baichuan, whose eyesight was much better than that of ordinary people, still caught a glimpse of something strange. On the floor of this room, at the end of his and An Rao's bed, he saw the woman named Aunt Li lying on the ground twisted and stiff, her gray face frozen with an expression of extreme fear before death, her eye sockets torn open by external force, her empty eye sockets soaked with blood, and Aunt Li's mouth, which seemed to be howling loudly, was filled with blood. No tongue could be seen in the black hole of her mouth.
Aunt Li, the fat Aunt Li who warmly invites everyone to eat?
A glimmer of light passed, and the house fell into darkness again. The moonlight, which was imperceptible to ordinary people, poured in through the window lattice. There was nothing on the slightly old floor. The horrifying scene just now seemed to be an illusion of paranoia.
"Article 7 of the rules for playing in the haunted house prohibits the use of any external lighting equipment in the haunted house. Sorry." An Rao reacted.
There was silence in the room.
"The wristband shouldn't be considered a lighting device," Kashiwa said, "and it doesn't light up completely."
"I hope so." An Rao forced a smile. The right of interpretation was in the hands of the amusement park. If it had not been violated, then it had not been violated. If it had been violated, no matter how much he comforted himself, he could not escape the consequence of death. It would be better to accept it as it came.
An Rao fell on the bed: "Good night, maybe this is the first and last time I say good night to you."
Baichuan didn't answer. No one knew whether he was asleep or just too lazy to pay attention to his unlucky words.
The house fell into darkness again, and various faces appeared on the black tiles on the wall, staring expressionlessly at the two people sleeping on the bed, as if they were evil spirits selecting their prey. Two small hands and half a head appeared on the window frame, and a pair of huge black pupils without whites stared straight at the two people sleeping in the house. Suddenly, the child let go of his hands clinging to the window frame, turned around with a giggle, and staggered towards the void.
"Mom!" The purple-blue ghost child, whose gender could not be determined, stretched out its swollen arms towards the air, raised its head which was disproportionate to its body, and stared at the void with its terrifying black eyes. Its whole body embraced the void in front of it with affection, as if its invisible mother was standing there.
Instantly, the ghost child raised one arm as if being led by the invisible mother, and walked slowly in the corridor. To say that the mother was invisible was actually not entirely accurate. There was a pair of bright red pointed embroidered shoes on the ground next to the ghost child, moving in unison with the purple and swollen ghost child, as if the mother was wearing old-fashioned embroidered shoes and taking the child for a leisurely walk in the midnight.
The pair of shoes and the swollen child's corpse walked to the door of 201, and then stopped. The pair of red shoes and the child's corpse without a shadow stood in front of the window of 201, staring quietly at the person who was sleeping in the room, as if they were quietly admiring the exhibits in front of the window to decide whether to buy them or not.
After standing for a while, the transparent man wearing embroidered shoes took the ghost child out of 201 and walked slowly towards 202.
Shi Yirou slept very restlessly, as if she was trapped in some nightmare, her brows were furrowed but she couldn't wake up. The Tom Cat cartoon head on the bedside did not move at all, but the black eyeballs in the cat's eye sockets slowly moved downwards to the very bottom of its lower eye sockets, as if the black eyeballs had thoughts of their own and were trying their best to fit all the people sleeping on the bed into their eyes.
In the silent darkness, a pair of bright red embroidered shoes appeared silently at the head of Shi Yirou's bed, with the bright red tips facing the bed.
On the morning of the second day after entering the haunted house, An Rao stared at Bai Chuan with sleepy eyes. Although this man looked cold and fierce, his sleeping posture was surprisingly gentle and well-behaved. The single bed obviously could not allow him to stretch out and sleep comfortably. He could only curl up in the bed with a thin quilt covering his shoulders, revealing his straight and broad shoulders. The sleeping Bai Chuan looked much more relaxed than usual. His sharp facial features became soft, and the beautiful white feather was softly attached to the side of his neck, emitting a glow that was almost holy in the morning light.
An Rao, who had just woken up, was confused and just stared at Bai Chuan in a daze. For some reason, although this was the first time he slept in the same room with this person, he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity. The words "love at first sight" popped into his mind at such an inopportune time.
"Bang bang bang!" A series of knocks on the door woke Baichuan up. He immediately opened his eyes and a trace of confusion flashed across his face before he quickly adjusted his state. In just a second, Baichuan became the terrifyingly calm man again.
"I'll go open the door." An Rao immediately stood up and walked towards the door to hide his embarrassment of being discovered that he had been peeping.
Standing at the door were Fang Qingqing and Wang Quanmin. Fang Qingqing looked anxious, and Wang Quanmin was sighing. Even the veins on his hand that was leaning on the crutch were bulging from the exertion.
"What's wrong?" An Rao asked.
"Brother An," Fang Qingqing stepped forward eagerly and grabbed An Rao's arm, "Go check on Wei Ronger! We've been knocking on the door for a long time, but no one answered!"
Something must have happened.
"I'll go with you to take a look, and tell you about the situation on the way." An Rao immediately walked out the door.
"I'll go too." Baichuan had gotten up at some point and was standing behind An Rao with a cold face.
"We live next door to Sister Wei Ronger. Yesterday, our two rooms were the first to come back after washing up. Since there was still time, I went to talk to Sister Wei Ronger to make her feel better. After all... it's quite scary to sleep alone in a room in a haunted house." Fang Qingqing spoke very quickly, and it was obvious that the girl was really anxious.
"But when I knocked on her door, she said she had already gone to bed and told me to see her tomorrow."
"She refused to let you in?" An Rao was a little surprised. She had clearly been very reluctant to live alone in Room 206 before.
"What's her tone?" Baichuan asked from the side.
"The tone..." Fang Qingqing paused and tried to recall, "The tone is very normal, and you can even say that it's a little happy."
"Why do you think she is happy?" Baichuan asked.
"Because I heard her humming a song." Fang Qingqing said.
"Hum? What song?"
"I don't know either. Maybe it's not a song but just a melody. But that melody sounds very cheerful." Fang Qingqing nodded, very sure of her judgment.
"Why do you think it's strange that she didn't answer the door?" Baichuan asked.
"It's like this," interrupted Wang Quanmin, an old man who had been panting and trying to keep up with everyone. "I'm an old man, and I couldn't sleep so I got up early. I thought a little girl would be scared in a room alone, so I knocked on her door at dawn, but no one answered. Later, when Xiao Fang got up in the morning, I asked her to knock on the door, but still no one answered. This was a bit strange, so I thought I'd come to you for advice."
An Rao nodded to show his understanding, and then stopped in front of the door of Room 206. There was nothing special about the door of Room 206. It was an old wooden door with a simple lock commonly found on home doors, and a small iron plate with the number "206" nailed to the lintel. Everything was the same as the other rooms.
"She was not happy at all when she came in yesterday." An Rao said as he looked at the half clear high-heeled shoe print left on the door panel.
After confirming that there was nothing unusual, An Rao walked forward and started knocking on the door, but as expected, no one answered.
"Could something have happened..." Fang Qingqing was a little scared.
No one can answer this question. In this amusement park, death is too common.
"Wait a moment, I'll go ask Aunt Li if she has a spare key." After saying that, An Rao ran towards the stairs.
Baichuan looked at An Rao's back silently. It seemed that he didn't see the horrifying corpse of Aunt Li on the ground last night at all.
Soon, An Rao returned with the key in his hand with a strange look on his face, and opened the door of Room 206 without saying a word. Fang Qingqing was so scared that she covered her eyes outside the door.
But surprisingly, room 206 was empty.
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