Chapter 13
From 6 o'clock, the people who came to take Shenqiao's last journey arrived one after another.
Zhang Biling, who said she would come as soon as possible, didn't show up, but Xie Wen, who had said that he had something to do, never left, standing in the sparse crowd with that black coat.
He took the initiative to send it, and as the host, it was not convenient to drive people away, so he had to follow him.
The burial place is far away, the mountain is far away, and it is raining, and the road is not easy to walk.
The car, carrying a dozen people, slid slowly through the rain. Xia Qiao sat at the front holding his grandfather's birthday box, and sat next to him when he smelled it. Relatives and friends followed in order, so most of them sat in the front half of the seats.
When the car started, I inadvertently glanced back.
He thought that Xie Wen, who was unfamiliar with life, would choose a person to sit in the bottom row and be clean. Unexpectedly, when he turned his head, he saw Xie Wen in the third row, listening to the middle-aged people around him chatting nonstop.
Those people's dialect accents are very heavy, and he can't understand it when he hears it. He suspects that Xie Wen can't understand it either, but the other party looks like he is enjoying it.
He ignored him when he smelled it, pulled down his hat against the window and closed his eyes.
After an unknown time, he suddenly heard Xia Qiao calling him in a low voice, "Brother Wen, Brother Wen."
He opened his eyes when he smelled: "What?"
Seeing Xia Qiao shrinking in the seat with a stiff neck, his voice was so soft that he almost cried: "Look back, where are the people in the car?"
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Chapter 6 Dolls
When I smelled it, I turned around and saw that the car was empty and dead.
It seems that only the two of them have come to the funeral, and the others are all illusions.
There is a smell of old dust all around, and the leather seats seem to have been placed for many years, cracked and mottled. When he smelled it, he stood up against the armrest of the seat, but his hands were covered with rust.
"I just couldn't hold it, I took a nap, and it was like this when I opened my eyes." Xia Qiao cried even more, "Brother Wen, I'm afraid..."
Wen Shi's eyes swept across his "pear flower with rain" face, without saying a word, he walked straight to the front door with the back of his seat.
"Don't go! Brother Wen, don't go, wait for me, wait for me!" Xia Qiao seemed to be afraid of being single, so he quickly followed.
Wen Shi didn't mean to wait for him, and got out of the car along the stairs.
It was still raining lightly outside the car. Wen Shi put on his hoodie and was about to continue walking when Xia Qiao quickly grabbed his shoulder and asked in horror, "Where are you going, Brother Wen? I, I don't dare to run around."
"Oh." Wen Shi finally replied, stopped and turned his head, and saw that Xia Qiao's feet were still in the car, only the upper part of his body came out, with a little rain on his face, which fell on the scar at the corner of his eye.
"What does it matter to me whether you run or not?" Wen Shi looked at the very shallow scar and said, "You are not human."
The Xiaqiao who came out of the car froze suddenly and said softly, "Brother Wen, what do you mean? I didn't understand."
Wen Shi pointed to the corner of his eye and said, "The scar is reversed."
The space fell into a dead silence again.
Wen Shi and "Xiaqiao" looked at each other for a moment, reached out and pressed the emergency switch outside the door, the bus door creaked flat, and the thing that came out was caught in the crack of the door.
"Xiaqiao": "..."
When he walked along the road, there was only a faint scream behind him.
This road is very straight, the trees on both sides are the same height and density, and it is impossible to tell whether it is going up or down. As if there is no end at all.
He didn't care when he smelled it, he just walked forward.
This narrow and quiet environment is like a long alley. He walked for a while, and even the footsteps echoed.
However, it didn't take long for him to discover that the echo was out of sync with him.
He stopped immediately, but the "echo" continued, getting faster and closer...
right behind you!
When he turned around, he was slapped heavily on the shoulder.
"Who?" He fixed his eyes and saw another Xiaqiao.
This time, Xiaqiao's moles and scars are all right. The most important thing is that people are very fresh - they start to cry when they meet, the kind of heartbroken.
He has a lot of experience when he smells, and at a glance he can see that he is real. The only problem is... this Xiaqiao can't make a sound.
Lines were drawn on both sides of his mouth, like extended smiling lips, all the way to the base of his ears, and two crosses were punched, which was funny and weird.
This is painted with incense ash, and occasionally some people can use dead branches. Being able to ban this person's speech is equivalent to sealing his mouth so that he can't make a sound at all.
"Who is it?" Wen Shi frowned, found some wet mud from the side of the road, and wiped the two lines for him, "Okay, I can talk now."
Xia Qiao choked twice, and there really was a sound. He was stunned for two seconds, then slumped to the ground, slapped his legs and cried, "Beasts—"
"Who exactly blocked you?" Wen Shi asked.
Before Xia Qiao could speak, someone answered for him, "I drew it for him."
When he smelled it, he raised his eyes and saw that Xie Wen had followed him at some point.
He held a dead branch in his hand and swept the vines that were blocking the road, so that the muddy leaves would not rub against him. It's a bit overkill.
As soon as he saw him when he smelled, his face became very old.
Xie Wen walked closer and explained calmly: "I picked him up halfway, and the scream was so terrifying and loud that he panicked and ran around with his head in his head. How can there be such a fuss in this environment, I just take it easy. It's helpful to draw him twice."