Chapter 88
"You have the guts of a grain of rice, how dare you rummage through things in the house?" Zhou Xu had a look of disbelief.
Xia Qiao blushed and said embarrassingly, "I didn't turn it over on my own initiative. I huddled in the corner between the bedside table and the wall to make sure there was something against the back and both sides. That notebook fell behind the bedside table, and I Take it out and have a look."
Wen Shi: "What's written in the notebook?"
Xia Qiao: "There is a page saying that Shen Manyi likes to play the game of real and fake brides, and she often pesters people to play."
After speaking, he shivered himself first.
Sun Siqi trembled and his voice cracked: "Isn't that Shen Manyi missing? So...she came to play with us???"
Wen Shi frowned: "Did you say anything else?"
Xia Qiao's voice became smaller and smaller: "I said it, but I was scared to death, so I didn't remember it."
Wen Shi: "Where's the diary?"
Xia Qiao: "Behind the cupboard."
Wen Shi: "...Did you put it back?"
Xia Qiao cried with a sad face: "I have a habit since I was a child, to put the book back where it was."
Take it when you smell it.
Xia Qiao looked at his brother's blank face, and said, "Would you like me to get it?"
Wen Shi waved his hand: "Stay there, I'll get it."
He was really brave, and he walked towards the door alone. It was rare for Zhou Xu to turn back, and he threw the electronic candle lamp in his hand and said, "You should bring a lamp."
I picked it up when I heard it.
When passing the door, Xie Wen turned sideways to make way. The moment they passed by, he suddenly asked, "Are you going by yourself?"
When I heard it, I was stunned for a moment, thinking otherwise?
But for some reason, the words turned into a monotonous and dull one: "Mmm."
The corridor is long and deep, and because it is too dark, you can't see the end at a glance.
When I heard it, I took a few steps while holding the candle lamp, and the voice behind me became far away, like a world away. After walking a few more steps, the sound disappeared, leaving only the sound of his footsteps echoing in the corridor.
It would give the illusion that no matter what happened to him here, no one else could see or hear it.
If another person walks like this, there may be fear and even a feeling of loneliness. But get used to it.
Every time he wakes up and walks out of the Wuxiang Gate, and walks into a completely strange world, he always feels this way-there is always a deep and endless darkness behind him, with no way out and no place to return.
He walked like this for many years.
Only very occasionally, he would have an idea for no reason: he felt that there should be a person behind the long road, watching him and seeing him off.
He would often look back suddenly at that moment, but what he saw was always nothing.
The room where Xia Qiao was locked was just a few steps away, the slammed door was still upside down, iron wedges and metal door hinges were scattered all over the floor.
When that thought popped up again, Wen Shi was walking around the pile of debris.
He was playing with the candle light with his fingers, and before entering the door, he raised his eyes and glanced at the place he came from.
I thought I would see a void again, but I saw a tall figure leaning against the door, with his back to the blurred long-burning lights, looking at this place from a distance through the dark and narrow corridor.
He stopped when he heard it.
For a moment, his heart skipped a beat.
He squinted his eyes in the darkness and wanted to continue walking, but his steps didn't move. It seemed like it was waiting for someone, but it didn't seem like it was.
After a while, footsteps sounded in the corridor, from far to near.
Thank you for asking.
He didn't make a sound all the way here, and he didn't speak when he walked around the door panels and iron wedges on the ground. There was a subtle ambiguity to this quietness and silence, but it only lasted for a few seconds.
"Why don't you go in?" Xie Wen finally made a sound. He glanced into the room.
He didn't answer when he heard it, but just held the candle lamp and walked into the house.
He tried to press the switch twice, but the lights in the room did not respond, and he could only look at things with the faint light of the candle lamp.
Xie Wen followed behind into the door, and also looked around.
Wen Shi took a picture of the path in front of him, and suddenly asked, "Why did you come here?"
Xie Wen paused. He walked to the side of the bed and opened the curtain, and pulled the bedside cabinet out again. Bending down to pick up the diary in Xia Qiao's mouth, he said, "Don't worry, let's take a look."
He casually flipped through a few pages, patted the ashes, and handed over the diary.
"Worried?" Wen Shi glanced at the other party and took the notebook, "What are you worried about?"
He flicked the page with a few spare fingers, and just after a couple of flicks, the candle light was taken over by the other hand.
Xie Wen held the candle lamp and stood beside him when he heard it. While lighting him up, he looked down at the words on the notebook: "I have more worries. For example..."
Without raising his eyes, he smiled: "Your younger brother is so timid, if you pretend to be calm, you will actually cry silently when you are scared."
When I heard it: "..."
He was flipping through the pages, looking for something related to "Shen Manyi", when he heard this, his fingers twitched and almost tore off half of the paper. He silently raised his head, stared at Xie with a half-numb and half-cold expression, and asked, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
The distance is really very close, Xie Wen's downcast eyes swept across his face, and then fell back to the page. I didn't look any more, but there was a smile on the corner of my mouth: "Well, it's a dream. You
Hold back your temper, don't tear up the book, this is an important clue, if it breaks, it will be gone, will you pay for it? "