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Jiang Ji saw the situation of the protagonists in the cartoonist's writing. Ajin's description was a bit confusing. She only knew that Zheng Mansion was different from the usual ghost stories. Even though Ying Huai led the team, they still wandered around in there for a long time.
After getting on the bus, the power of the maid statue was lifted and everyone returned to their original appearance.
Ajin and a few others ran to the back seat and squeezed in, looking at the figure in front of them surrounded by darkness with fear.
Not long after, the in-car radio suddenly sounded: "The road is temporarily closed! There is a landslide on the road to the Baby Tower. The road..."
【Remember this, you will be tested later. 】
[At this time, the Xie team still didn't know what happened next door. ]
[If you beat my wife, I will give her a rabbit. If you stab me, I will mend my wounds. ]
【Good poem, good poem! 】
【optimal……】
[Team Trash: Bah bah bah bah! Bad luck! ]
When Ajin and others were confused, the bus stopped at a place that was not a station.
A middle-aged woman with a limp and holding a baby walked out of the fog. Her face was unnaturally pale, her left eye was squinting, her eyelids were loose and drooping, as if she was missing an eyeball, and her yellow teeth were covered with wormholes.
She was holding the child and could only lean sideways to put coins into the coin box.
The lame woman turned around, first looked at Ying Huai, then turned to the group of people in the back row.
Then he walked to Ying Huai with one foot deep and one foot shallow, revealing his rotten yellow teeth.
"Excuse me young man, it's not convenient for me to hold the child, I need a bigger seat."
"Look, I've already bought a ticket. It won't delay you. Can you please give me a seat?"
In the comic, Ying Huai turned his head and slowly revealed a puzzled expression.
The cartoonist has always handled details well, and Jiang Ji found many problems in this half page.
1. The baby looks like he was just born, with severe jaundice on his face, but the lame woman does not show any edema of a pregnant woman.
The routes 2 and 4 buses were old and dilapidated, and the sounds of brakes and door opening were extremely harsh, but the baby was not affected at all and fell completely into a coma.
3. The lame woman leaned sideways to block the action of inserting the coin, making it difficult to tell whether she actually inserted the coin.
Jiang Ji was not on the bus and there was no conductor supervising.
Giving up your seat rashly means giving up your status as a passenger.
If Ying Huai hadn't noticed and had sat in another seat, he would have been violating the bus rules.
The lame woman was deliberately setting a trap for them.
There are two items in the travel guide that are about children.
[Please do not give up your seat to people holding children, and keep your own seat. 】
[If you hear a baby crying outside the window and find that the last row of windows opens automatically, just close them in time...]
The "baby crying sound" appears on the way from "Happy Playground" to "Baby Tower" and can easily be mistaken for being related to the Baby Tower.
Jiang Ji, who had experienced the baby tower, knew that there was no crying in the baby tower, only silent dust.
Therefore, the baby's crying should be related to Zheng Mansion.
The crying sound is the baby's cry for help, and closing the window represents a refusal to provide help.
The baby who was later carried onto the bus by the lame woman had been given sleeping pills and fell into a deep sleep.
Obviously, this baby is likely to be the entry point for the strange stories in Zheng Mansion.
[Okay.] Ying Huai stood up briskly.
The lame woman thanked him profusely, with a malicious arc quietly rising at the corner of her mouth.
She didn't notice that several passengers in the back seat who witnessed everything shook their heads in unison.
[Huh?]
The tall figure blocked the seat, and the young man's brows suddenly frowned, his black eyes staring straight at the child.
[Did he just... call me brother?]
Before the lame woman could react, the young man raised his head, his eyes dark.
[Damn human traffickers, I recognized this was my brother at first sight. I missed him so much that I only ate three meals a day.]
The lame woman was stunned, [This is a girl.]
Oh. Ying Huai changed his words without changing his expression.
[Heh, I tricked her out of it. My poor sister was kidnapped at such a young age...]
Ying Huai reached out to grab the baby, and when the lame woman came over to snatch it, he stabbed the woman in the forehead with a knife.
The lame woman had a sharp blade stuck in her forehead, emitting a constant stream of Yin energy. Her left eye, which had lost its eyeball, was half-opened in fear. The inside was already necrotic and black, and she was trembling: "Don't kill me, I'm not a human trafficker, I'm a farmer who provides incense materials to Miss Rose of Zheng Mansion!"
【Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! 】
[It's so funny, Ying Huai's scumbag nature is still as strong as ever! ]
[This guy has really run into trouble. He should learn from those clever guys in the back seat! ]
[The trash team never consumes itself, but always consumes others (ghosts)]
Under the misty fog, the mysterious and retro magnificent mansion slowly appeared in everyone's eyes.
The flowers blooming in the garden are of various shapes, and the house number on the mansion is a mottled and rusty "1".
The sound of a woman's operatic voice drifted over, and inside the room, the lights were bright, and a lively and grand banquet was being held.
The doorman stopped a few people, his eyes were empty and his expression was wooden: "Today is the owner of the mansion's incense banquet. Please show your invitation letter to enter."
An invitation is required to enter the Zheng Mansion, and Xue Li holds the baby in a skillful posture.
[We are here to deliver this month's incense to Miss Rose.] Ying Huai said.
This baby was indeed the stepping stone to enter the Zheng Mansion. The doorman checked and found nothing wrong and let them in.
Incense materials are usually flowers, plants and trees, but Miss Rose's incense materials are babies less than one month old.
In the magnificent banquet hall, intermittent Huangmei Opera was playing, and the hall was filled with the laughter of men and women.
Many celebrities gathered at this fragrance-tasting banquet, and the most dazzling woman in the crowd was the one with her black hair tied up in a bun and a charming cheongsam.
She is the current owner of Zheng Mansion, Miss Rose.
Along the way, Ying Huai had already learned some information from the lame woman.
Miss Rose, a well-known socialite, was married to a warlord named Zheng as his sixth concubine.
The warlord was a playboy. His previous concubines were all named after flowers, but Miss Rose was the only one who had the last laugh. She also helped the warlord make friends with many upper-class people and Japanese officers with her skill in making incense. Her human blood incense was hard to come by and was especially popular in the weird world.
When the warlord died, Miss Rose naturally inherited the huge mansion.
In order to make friends with celebrities and relieve her loneliness, she would hold a fragrance-tasting banquet every once in a while.
Beautiful, young and rich.
No matter where it is placed, there will be people flocking to it, whether sincere or fake.
The protagonists saw a lot of remnants of human consciousness at the banquet.
There were a few familiar faces on the internal missing persons list, they were intelligence officers of the Investigation Bureau. The rest were either members of civil organizations on the Investigation Bureau's inspection list, or some fugitive supernatural beings who had caused vicious incidents in human society.
They all had empty eyes and pale faces, and they came up to the cheongsam woman and showed their affection enthusiastically.
These people have become playboys under the peony flowers.
It was clearly still the same skin, but it had become an empty shell driven by a lingering memory before death.