Pei Xia's face turned red from her ears to her neck. She was so stunned by these two simple words that she didn't even realize Zhu Yuanqing had climbed the stairs.
When he came back to his senses, Zhu Yuanqing had already opened the small door at the end of the stairs, sat at the door, and stretched out his hand to him with a smile.
Pei Xia's eyes lit up, and he kicked away an exceptionally bright red rose at his feet, climbed up the stairs and held Zhu Yuanqing's hand.
The flower was kicked, and its disk, which was as big as a human face, curled up to the size of a fist. It shook twice in a very humane way on the spot, and then hid itself among the numerous flower clusters without a sound.
The attic door is not big and you need to bend down to get in.
Zhu Yuanqing looked around at the door and saw that there was nothing unusual inside, so he pulled Pei Xia in.
Compared to that small door, the space inside is much larger.
There are towering roofs and bright windows. Between the two pillars there is a hammock that is large enough for an adult to lie down. It is covered with a snow-white fluffy blanket. There are three or two stacks of fruits on the small table next to it, and a very delicate vase is placed in the middle.
There are a few roses of the right color inserted diagonally above, which look quite nice.
This was so different from the dark attic he had imagined that Zhu Yuanqing wondered for a moment if he had come to the wrong place.
Pei Xia accepted it well. He took Zhu Yuanqing's hand and led him directly to sit on the hammock. He picked up the fruit plate on the table and handed him a piece of pineapple.
Zhu Yuanqing looked into Pei Xia's bright eyes, ate a piece from his hand, and blocked his mouth with a piece of strawberry.
The window in the attic was open, and a gentle breeze blew in, carrying the fragrance of roses. The air was clean under the slanting sunlight, without a speck of dust.
When Zhu Yuanqing looked up again, the small door had been closed at some point, fitting tightly against the wall without leaving a single gap.
The alarm clock next to them pointed to 1:10, and according to the housekeeper, they could go out at 4:10.
I put the set alarm clock aside and took another look. Even the corners were clean and there was no need to clean at all.
The blanket on the hammock is thick and soft to sit on. The sun is warm, the breeze is blowing on your face, and there is food to accompany you. How can it feel like you are in a survival game?
Zhu Yuanqing looked deeply into Pei Xia's clear and clean eyes, then stood up and walked to the window.
The sea of roses outside the window stretched as far as the eye could see. This place was facing the main gate, but there was no sign of Xu Zhi.
Touching the spotless windowsill, Zhu Yuanqing turned around and asked casually, "Do you think he will die?"
Pei Xia blinked innocently, and the fruit fork in her hand hesitated among the peeled lychees and cherry tomatoes.
"I hope he can live a few more days. It would be meaningless if he died so early, right? Pei Xia."
Pei Xia said nothing. In his dark and empty pupils, the red cherry tomatoes splashed out bright red juice under the fork.
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Zhao Hong is cooking.
It’s not quite right to say that he was cooking. Maids came and went, and he just served as an assistant.
The water in the pot gradually boiled. Zhao Hong stood in front of the table and could see Li Dapeng on the other side by turning his head.
The sturdy man squatted in a small corner with a small pile of withered roses at his feet. Li Dapeng let out a low gasp from time to time, and a pile of thorns with red bloodstains piled up at his hands.
"Be careful," a maid passed by and poked his back with her sharp nails, "Don't get it dirty."
"Yes, yes..." Li Dapeng's body trembled. After the maid left, circular bloodstains the size of a fingernail gradually appeared on the clothes on the back of his clothes.
Zhao Hong didn't dare to look at it any longer. He glanced at it and then looked away. Suddenly, a clear female voice came from behind him.
"How's the meat?"
His body trembled, and he frantically reached for the lamb leg that was still dripping with blood, and in a panic, he threw it directly into the boiling hot water.
He had just been distracted for a moment when the maid caught his mistake. Zhao Hong's face was covered with sweat, and he didn't care that the backs of his hands and arms were burned by the boiling water. He said, "I will be right away!"
"Waste!" A hand slapped him in the face, and the voice cursed, "Waste! What a waste!"
"You didn't even wash the meat!!"
Zhao Hong was beaten so hard that he saw stars. He turned around hurriedly and saw that the lamb leg in the pot was bleeding and even the water had turned pink!
"I'll wash it right away, right away!" Zhao Hong's arms were shaking. He reached out to take the lamb leg in the pot, but his body couldn't move.
He watched helplessly as the pot of boiling water turned from pink to red, becoming more and more, and then overflowing from the pot and flowing to the ground.
Even his shoes turned red.
"The meat is bad..."
The sound was empty and ghostly, as if coming from all directions. Zhao Hong was indescribably terrified, and suddenly realized that Li Dapeng's gasping sound had disappeared at some point.
His stiff eyelids moved like machines, and his eyeballs slowly lifted up to meet the huge face that was right in front of him.
The long, bright red tongue stuck out, and the long, bright red mouth began to make sounds.
"Then you will be my meat!"
As soon as Li Dapeng entered the door, he was asked to pick vegetables. It was not picking vegetables, but they threw him a pile of dead roses and asked him to sort them out one by one, thorn by thorn and leaf by leaf.
His fingers and palms were all covered in bloody holes, so deep that the flesh inside could be seen, and every spot was excruciatingly painful.
But that group of inhuman, half-ghost creatures were walking around behind him, and he just gritted his teeth and said nothing, not even raising his head.
He kept picking and picking until the rose branches in his hands were clean and there was no more sound behind him, then he raised his stiff neck.
The door in front of me has opened...
Li Dapeng felt relieved and fell to the ground with a thud.
Without even turning his head, he waved back, "Zhao Hong, we can go now."
The kitchen was quiet and no one responded.
Li Dapeng looked back in confusion, but there was nothing behind him, no one in sight.
Where are the people? Where did they die?
Could it be that someone ran away?
Li Dapeng sat on the ground for a long time, and the numbness in his legs gradually dissipated. He glanced at the open kitchen door and cursed, "You coward! Wait until I catch you..."
He stood up and was about to go out to settle the score with Zhao Hong. His nose moved and he smelled the aroma of meat.
At first glance, the fire on the stove was still on and white smoke was still floating from the pot. It was obvious that the fragrance was coming from there.
"So fragrant?" Li Dapeng muttered as he walked over there. Seeing a whole pot of milky white broth with minced meat swirling on top, he muttered, "I didn't expect that boy's cooking skills are quite good."
He entered the door with Zhao Hong, so he naturally knew what he was going to do. After making sure that no one was here, they were about to leave when something golden suddenly flashed at the bottom of the soup.
Li Dapeng's eyes lit up, he licked his lips, picked up the tools and put them into the pot to search.
The more he flipped the food, the more flesh foam floated up. Li Dapeng didn't care about it at all. He put the gold coin in his hand with a smile on his face and even bit it with his teeth.
Good boy, he weighed the coins and carefully put them into his pocket.
It’s a good thing that blind man Zhao Hong ran away!
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