Chapter 7:
Chao Su always felt that her grandfather was a strange man, and he would always say some extraordinary words.
When he was in the ward in his later years, when he was fighting against cancer, he said, "I live in this world, like everyone else, to conquer life. ①". , said calmly and calmly, "Fate is like rape. If you can't resist, then choose to enjoy it. ②"
It can be said that there are countless classic sentences of his grandfather in Chaosu's mind, and at the same time, her growth is also influenced by her grandfather's words.
Chao Su couldn't help recalling the diary she had read before. According to her grandfather's meaning, not only are there supernatural phenomena in these so-called supernatural spaces, but even strange things are gradually appearing in the real world.
Perhaps, it won't be long before these things can't be hidden.
Zhao Su returned along the same path, when she entered the room, her footsteps stopped. She saw that there was a newspaper stuffed in the crack of the door. She squatted down and picked up the newspaper. Instead of reading it in a hurry, she turned around and looked at Wang Zhongnian's room.
There is also a newspaper at the door of their room.
Not only that, but a crow was standing on their door beam. Seemingly aware of Chao Su's gaze, the crow moved its wings, changed its direction, and looked directly at Chao Su. When it set off, the small nameplate hanging on its neck also swayed slightly, creating a feeling of rippling water under the light.
There are four characters on this nameplate. Because of the distance, Chaosu only saw the first two characters: "Carl..."
The crow fluttered its wings, and made two "quack" sounds in a sharp voice:
"Thanks for your patronage, one hundred payment."
Zhao Su paused and touched his clothes. She was in a hurry before leaving, and only brought a mobile phone, lipstick and cigarette case, and nothing else. Therefore, no matter how she flipped it, she couldn't find a hundred yuan.
The crow stayed on Chaosu's body for longer and longer, and its big eyes could still see a little unbelievable! It wasn't until Chaosu stopped flipping and the crow looked at her empty hand that she finally confirmed one thing—
"You can't even get a hundred dollars!"
"You **** poor man!"
"Why are you poorer than me!"
As if being stimulated, the crow began to flutter frantically. Pieces of black feathers fell down in pieces, looking at Chao Su with some sympathy. I always feel that if this goes on like this, one day this crow will be bald.
Fortunately, the crow didn't get angry for long. The players who were originally eating in the hall also rushed over at this moment. Zhuang Yan looked at the scattered feathers in front of the door, and then looked at the crow on top of Chaosu's head, which could dance, talk and shed its hair. She couldn't help being surprised. She walked carefully to Chaosu and asked in a low voice:
"What's wrong?"
"What's the matter!" The crow raised its head high, it looked at the nine extra people in front of it, and its small eyes regained its brilliance. It retracted its wings, stood on the door beam again, and said to the other nine: "I am Mr. Carr's messenger bird."
"Four newspapers, courtesy of patronage, four hundred yuan."
Hearing the first half of the crow's sentence, everyone's mood could not help but tense up. After all, a game of drumming and passing flowers makes them feel bad, not to mention that a talking crow suddenly appears, and they don't want to be forced to increase the difficulty of the dungeon. However, it didn't take long for them to breathe a sigh of relief when they heard the second half of the sentence.
It's okay, it's just money.
Wang Zhongnian waved his hand, and his confidence naturally increased: "Oh, don't you just want money?"
When Wang Zhongnian said this, people obviously saw the crow's eyes lit up, and even the chest became straighter. Those small black bean-like eyes looked at Wang Zhongnian like this, bright and bright.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... Wang Zhongnian's posture of withdrawing money was frozen like this, and he put down his hand for a long time and said: "I almost forgot, all my pocket money is in the mobile phone. Li. Do you have any money?"
Hearing this, the crow's small eyes were full of contempt. When he grows up so much, he still needs other people to give out pocket money. It's like it, at a young age, he saved a large sum of money with his own mouth. Thinking like this, the crow looked at the other people again, and his expression gradually became unkind.
Fortunately, the four students still had some cash on them, adding up to just two hundred, enough for two newspapers. The remaining 200 yuan was made up by Zhuang Yan. As a flight attendant, plus her own habits, she always kept a little cash on hand, ranging from RMB to British pounds to U.S. dollars, all kinds of money All have.
Seeing the four renminbi in red and bright, Mr. Crow was instantly happy. It lowered its head, picked up four RMB, flapped its wings, and flew into the distance. Before leaving, the crow gave Chao Su and Wang Zhongnian a mocking look.
Chao Su:…
Wang Zhongnian:…
After seeing the crow gone, Zhuang Yan rushed forward and said curiously, "Look, what's in this newspaper? It cost me a hundred dollars."
"One hundred dollars a newspaper is really expensive." The four students were not rich, so they couldn't help showing a bit of pain on their faces.
Zhao Su bowed his head and started to read the newspaper in his hand. The name of the newspaper was "Tomorrow's News". Under the newspaper, there was a gold lettering logo with the words "Doll Dungeon" on it. These five characters. The touch of the paper is very good, like brocade, but with a slight flick, you can still hear the sway of the newspaper.
The man who made the newspaper is obviously a very particular man.
Thinking like this, Chao Su continued to read the newspaper. The content of the newspaper is very mixed, and there is very little content about the circus. Looking around towards Su, he found a report in a small corner:
"In the early morning of April 4th, the magician stood in the fireworks, watching the circus with ten corpses burned in the dark. He took off his top hat and disappeared into the darkness. Behind him, all the dolls cheered, and it was the best performance they had ever seen."
"In their eyes, this is not magic, but a miracle! A miracle of resurrection!"
"Reporter: Cardano."
"No! What does that mean!" a student exclaimed, "This circus has once died? Ten people died? Only the magician is still alive?"
"Could this have anything to do with our evening drumming?"
"Can we avoid being killed as long as we find out the cause of death of these ten people?"
"Maybe, maybe!"
The four students discussed enthusiastically that this was their first glimpse into the secrets of the circus. They even felt that the dawn was ahead. Even the expression on Wang Zhongnian's face could not help softening. Zhuang Yan flipped through the newspaper and said, "It seems that the hundred yuan is not a loss."
This is a big clue for them!
"Should we search the circus now for clues we've overlooked?"
When they returned to their rooms yesterday, they were not idle and began to rummage around. However, looking around, they only found some training sheets and irrelevant supplies. It was a bit frustrating for them, but now the crow was sending such a big clue - it made them feel like they had their way!
Wang Zhongnian glanced at his watch and said, "It's 7:30 now, and there's still half an hour before 8:00 on the training table. Let's hurry up and look for it."
Everyone nodded.
This is the team's first collaboration.
She raised her eyebrows at Su, and she did not intend to stop it. She folded the newspaper and stuffed it into her pocket. Then, with Zhuang Yan, they came out of the room with the training table and walked towards the unified training room. The training room is on the other side of the hallway opposite the hall.
Compared with the unobstructed hall, the training room can be filled with all kinds of equipment, including hula hoops, colored balls, barbells, all kinds of strange things...even On another wall, there is also a row of performance costumes.
Categories.
The clown, the strongman, the animal trainer, the actress... The clothes of each profession are similar to the one they wear. Looking at Su, the clown's clothes are still colorful and indescribable.
After seeing the scene in the training room, everyone couldn't help but get excited. They looked at each other and started rummaging through boxes. However, after searching for more than ten minutes, they still found nothing. They didn't get any obvious clues, but found a mess of debris.
"There is still a watch." The boy with glasses said with a little joy when he saw a dusty watch inside. He took a napkin from the storage rack and wiped the dust off the watch. While wiping, he asked Zhuang Yan:
"Sister Zhuang Yan, what time is it?"
"Seven fifty-six." Zhuang Yan reported the time.
The boy with glasses looked at the time on the watch in his hand: "It's still accurate!"
"What's wrong?" The companion next to him felt that something was wrong, and immediately came over to take a look, but found no problem, "Isn't the time right? Just so, we still have a shortage in our room. I got a watch. With this watch, we can stop asking for it later.”
The boy with glasses said: "Look at the date."
What happened to the date?
The companion looked over in confusion, it was a common watch. The time is measured by the rotation of the hour hand, minute hand and second hand, but in the gap, the date is displayed by electronic counting technology.
April 2nd.
"This clock is not broken, right?" The companion said stiffly.
But no one thinks so.
You know, because of the flight, Zhuang Yan calibrates the time on her watch every time she takes off.
In other words, the time on this is more accurate than Wang Zhongnian's watch.
This date is most likely accurate.
April 2nd—Almost everyone took out the paper and reread the story they just saw.
"In the early morning of April 4th, the magician stood in the fireworks, watching the circus with ten corpses burned in the dark. He took off his top hat and disappeared into the darkness. Behind him, all the dolls cheered, and it was the best performance they had ever seen."
"In their eyes, this is not magic, but a miracle! A miracle of resurrection!"
"Reporter: Cardano."
"In the early morning of April 4th, isn't it the time for our third round of games? Convert it, it can be regarded as 24:00 on April 3rd."
"Ten corpses from the circus... Are you referring to us?"
"Ten of us? We're all going to die?"