Chapter 19
When smelling: "..."
If you don't give a fuck about differential treatment, there is no such difference in height, and everyone doesn't need to be tired.
He looked at Xie Wen's leg coldly, and felt that his temper was particularly bad today, and the thousand years of cultivation had fallen into the hands of this man.
Xie Wen is still in his reasonable tone: "I didn't mean to tease you, there is not a single photo displayed in this house, there are few mirrors, there is one side in the bathroom, the other side here, and the old man's head has a small side. Yes. If they are all in the mirror, the range of movement is pitifully small."
He paused and smiled again: "I won't be able to see anything by then, don't I have to blame me?"
Xia Qiao recovered from the shock and agreed, "Yes, it makes sense."
When smelling: "..."
He wanted to turn his head to warn the renegade fool, but the doll couldn't do the action of "turning back" and twisted his whole body once.
Xia Qiao was stunned by him, and said cautiously after a while, "Brother Wen, your posture is a bit cute."
The person in the mirror may have choked and coughed.
When I smelled it, I closed my eyes, thinking about taking care of these two idiots and writing my name upside down.
He ignored him, and the living room returned to silence.
Xia Qiao just felt that the atmosphere was quite relaxed and not scary at all, but after a few seconds of silence, the silent sense of fear climbed up his back again.
The doll was leaning against the door of the old man when he smelled it, motionless.
The figure in the mirror did not disappear, just stood there silently. Because it is too high, from Xiaqiao's point of view, it doesn't even look like standing, but more like hanging there.
Xia Qiao suddenly had an illusion, as if Wen Shi and Xie Wen were not there at all, and he was the only one in this room from beginning to end. The doll by the door was taken by him, and it is lifeless. I don't know who is in the mirror, white clothes are dragging on the ground, staring at him blankly.
He recited in his mind, "This is Xie Wen, this is Xie Wen, this is Xie Wen", "He's watching Brother Wen didn't look at me, didn't look at me, didn't look at me".
After a long time, he raised his head carefully, but met the eyes of the person in the mirror.
When smelling, he pulled two strings from his overalls, wrapped them around his hands, and was trying to use the strings to open the door.
The doll's movements were really difficult to control. It took him a while to unlock the lock when he heard Xia Qiao whimper very low.
When smelling: "..."
He had a bit of a headache, and after holding back, he asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Xia Qiao was embarrassed to say that he was frightened by the brain supplement, and he hesitated: "I, I remembered a lot of nightmares I had when I was a child, and there were also dolls and mirrors."
When smelling: "..."
He has never had nightmares of this style, nor has he had the patience to comfort the kid. He wrapped the thread around his hand again, and then pulled it gently, and the old room door opened with a creak.
"Shh." Wen Shi didn't look back, motioning him to keep quiet.
Although Xia Qiao was cowardly but obedient, he closed his mouth immediately, and even the choking sound disappeared.
Wen Shi waved his hands behind his back and took the lead into the room.
The doll's angle of view is very short, and the whole room cannot be seen when entering the door. There was only one big bed with the same old style, the bedding on the bed was bulging, and the old man should be asleep.
On the side by the door is a cabinet. As Xie Wen said, there is an oval mirror on the cabinet, slightly larger than the palm of your hand, the kind that was popular in the early 1990s.
When he heard the door, he closed the door, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a face flashing across the oval mirror. It was estimated that Xie Wen came in.
He was very sensitive to eyes, and although he couldn't see Xie Wen's expression clearly, he could feel Xie Wen in the mirror giving him a look to the side of the room.
Inside?
What's on the inside?
When Wen Shi looked in that direction, Chuáng blocked most of his vision, and he could only see one corner—there should be an old-fashioned desk by the window, with a vertical row of drawers on both sides, one with a lock on it.
When you smell it, you lift your foot and touch it there. Xia Qiao grabbed him from behind.
"Gān?" He asked in an air tone when he heard it.
"Do you want to go in?" Xia Qiao didn't dare to make a sound, he only dared to use his breath, and he shivered just like that.
"There's a lock there."
"What's wrong with the lock?"
"In the cage, what is locked must be very important." Wen Shi said.
"why?"
"Because this is the subconscious of the cage owner, and the subconscious does not forget what is hidden, what do you think?" Wen Shi asked angrily.
In many cases, finding the locked place means that the cage is not far away.
When he smelled it, he followed the tail of the river and quietly approached there.
He finally felt the benefits of the doll. It could move around without breaking or breaking, and because its body was soft, it would not leave footsteps.
Thinking of this, he was in a much better mood, and felt that Xie Wen's words were somewhat reasonable.
Before he got to the table, he used the thread in his hand when he smelled it.
When a thread falls into the hands of a powerful puppet master, a lot of things can be done with just a touch of a finger. The current effect of smelling is a bit discounted, but it is also a good tool.
Seeing that the other end of the thread was wrapped around the lock, when I smelled it, I pulled it again, and the thread got into the lock hole.
Just when he finally moved to the desk and was about to take the lock off, out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the shadow beside the desk.
The curtains of the room were open, and the dim, blue-white moonlight slanted in. When I smelled the place next to me, there were several shadows falling up and down——Book
The table, the pane, the two ragdolls he and Xiaqiao...