Chapter 20
Whose is the extra one?
Wen Shi suddenly raised his head and saw the little boy standing beside him with an expressionless face, holding an awl high in his hand.
That awl was still lying on the table of the Eight Immortals in the living room in the afternoon. It was originally used to drill holes for the puppets. In the puppet master's words, it was called the Gouling Awl. It's so sharp that it's not a problem to pierce a person.
The little boy's black and empty eyes didn't turn, he stared straight at Wen Shi, the awl was hanging above, and the sharpest point was facing Wen Shi's eyes.
Just as the awl was about to fall, he squeezed the rope wrapped around his hand when he smelled it, and yanked it violently.
"Crack—" A sound came from not far away, as if something suddenly fell.
The little boy's attention was distracted, his eyes slowly turned to one side, staring at the head cabinet.
At the same time, the rope in Wen Shi's hand with a copper lock was thrown over and smashed heavily on the back of the little boy. The little boy groaned, his pupils suddenly spread out, and the whole person collapsed to the ground, but the next second he jumped up again.
He didn't care about anything else when he heard it, he pushed Xiaqiao and said solemnly, "Run!"
He took a dangerous detour by himself and turned over the old man's bed. The little boy was obviously more interested in him, and he followed up.
Wen Shi ran and turned over, avoiding the little boy's hand.
I touched him with my fingers several times, and he escaped in a thrilling way, and went straight upstairs.
"I'm going to catch you soon." The little boy kept repeating this sentence, lingering and chasing after him.
It wasn't until the chandelier on the second floor suddenly broke and smashed down, which blocked the other party's steps.
Wen Shi took the opportunity, rushed into the top cabinet of the utility room, and hung him up amidst Xia Qiao's ghost cry. The scene was chaotic and awkward for a while.
Amid the noise, all the rooms on the second floor, including the doors of the utility room, slammed shut and were tightly shut.
This time there was a lot of movement, not to mention Xia Qiao, even when he heard it, he was a little stunned.
But they didn't make a sound, quietly nestled in the cupboard, listening carefully to the movement outside through the closed door.
Fragments of the chandelier rolled down the stairs, and the little boy's footsteps were caught in the middle, and he went upstairs around the chandelier. From far to near, he stopped at the door of the utility room.
Then the door lock was pulled twice and rattled.
The door was kicked a few times, but it couldn't be opened.
After a while, the little boy finally gave up and went to several other rooms.
When I smelled it, I heard the tearing of the fabric, accompanied by the repeated repetition of "I found you", "I will find you soon" and "I will definitely find you".
Eerie creepy.
After a long time, the tearing sound stopped.
The little boy returned to the bedroom, the door closed with a creak, and the entire second floor returned to silence, as if nothing happened just now.
When he smelled it, he relaxed and felt a little sore in his hand. He wanted to move his soft muscles and bones, but found that he was holding something in his arms.
He looked down...
Face to face with Xie Wen in the mirror.
When smelling: "..."
"Don't move." Xie Wen's vague outline disappeared from the mirror, but his voice was still close at hand, "Your position is a bit high, and the mirror is easy to fall."
Maybe it was because the utility room was too small, it sounded like... He was not actually huddled in a small mirror, but in the void, standing beside Wen Shi, talking to someone with his head down.
He was silent for a moment when he heard it, probably because of his rebellious psychology. He grabbed the mirror and held out his hand without a word, like a silent shock and threat—
As long as he threw his hand, the mirror would fall to pieces.
Xie Wen was not annoyed, and persuaded: "There are only three sides in the house. If they are broken, they cannot be repaired."
He stared at the mirror when he smelled: "Why are you in my hands?"
He almost blurted out "in his arms", and felt that it was not quite right, so he just turned a corner.
"You caught it when you fled." Xie asked.
fart.
Wen Shi said in a cold voice, "What am I doing for you?"
Xie Wen laughed: "How do I know."
He thought about it and commented, "It's quite loyal."
Xia Qiao was so frightened by this trip that he didn't dare to move or interrupt. But he didn't know why, when he heard Xie Wen's tone of speech, he always felt like a superior person, as if the words were incomplete.
If it was complete, it would probably have to add a "good boy" after it.
Xia Qiao put this sudden brain supplement on his brother Wen, and shivered with fright, feeling that his brain might be broken.
He quickly changed the subject and said, "Just scared me to death! This big escape is exactly the same as the messy nightmare I had when I was a child. Fortunately, Brother Wen, you dropped the chandelier, otherwise—"
Think about the tearing noises just now, the ghost knows what they will become.
However, he secretly frowned when he smelled: "Did I make the chandelier?"
"Yeah." Xia Qiao said, "I saw you flick your hand when you were running forward, the rope went up, and then the chandelier fell."
He was a little suspicious when he heard it.
Xie Wen followed closely: "I saw it too, and my skills are not bad."
When smelling: "..."
Maybe it was too chaotic just now, it really reminded him that he couldn't remember what he was pulling to block the little boy
Road, package does not include chandeliers.