Chapter 174
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Lu Wenjuan is about to cry.
Just when she was holding the rag and debating whether to wash it before coming back, someone at the table finally yawned.
It was Lao Mao who yawned, because Xia Qiao always looked at him strangely, and he still remembered that his personality was that of an "ordinary clerk."
Lu Wenjuan immediately showed an expression as if she had been released from prison. She hung the rag on the table, held the dishes and said, "Are you sleepy? The room is upstairs. I will take you up after I put the bowls back."
There is a terrace on the second floor, which supports several wooden frames for drying clothes and quilts. Then there are four rooms side by side.
Lu Wenjuan said: "When guests come, they will stay here."
"Guests?" Wen Shi frowned, "Have you had guests before?"
"Yes." Lu Wenjuan said.
"Where are the people?"
"Sent away."
Wenshi: "How did you send it?"
Lu Wenjuan smiled, then turned around and said, "The dishes are still piled there, I'll go down first."
This evasive smile has some profound meaning that makes people unable to think about it carefully.
I just came here, so I can't be too alarmed. So Wen Shi didn't immediately pursue the question. Instead, he picked up his collar and changed the subject: "Where is the bath? I'll change clothes."
As a result, Lu Wenjuan waved her hand and said, "I won't take a shower."
When hearing it: "..."
Lu Wenjuan repeated: "We don't take a shower."
Dead people don't need to take a bath, but it's really rare for them to talk about it so openly.
Seeing everyone frowning, she added: "It's useless to take a bath, it's useless."
Speaking of this, she seemed to have suddenly lost her mind and recited it several times. Then he came back to his senses and said to everyone: "We have a custom here called Damu. It happens every once in a while, and when guests come, it will be held. There happens to be a Damu tomorrow. You are really here. skillful."
Xie asked: "What is Damu doing here?"
Lu Wenjuan said: "Catch the wind and wash away the dust."
This reason was understandable, but she then added: "It's dirty outside."
When hearing it: "Dirty? What do you mean?"
Lu Wenjuan thought for a while and said: "It's just dirty. The saying in the village is that a big name can't suppress you, but a bad name makes you easy to make a living. This has always been said."
Judging from the look on her face, she probably really didn't know the reason. It can also be judged from this that she is probably not the cage owner.
"Hey, look at me dragging you to chat." Lu Wenjuan scolded and urged: "Go to sleep if you feel sleepy. Our village is too remote and it's quiet at night. It's best to sleep until dawn."
With that said, she hurried towards the stairs.
"What if I can't sleep until dawn?" Xia Qiao couldn't help but ask.
Lu Wenjuan's steps suddenly stopped, and after a few seconds she slowly turned her head, tilted her neck, and said in a very soft voice: "I'm afraid."
After saying that, she went downstairs and disappeared.
Just because of these words, Xia Qiao wanted to pour sweat medicine on himself. It's a pity that with his constitution, even drinking the Mongolian sweat medicine as water won't work.
So he began to think about how he could be as fearless as possible at night: "How about we...crowd in?"
"How to squeeze?" Lao Mao asked.
Xia Qiao poked his head around the edge of being beaten: "Just... sleep together?"
Wenshi stood behind him, looking for a clean T-shirt in the zippered backpack, wanting to change out of the one he was wearing that was soaked by old hair.
Hearing this, he paused, subconsciously raised his eyes, and happened to catch Xie Wen's gaze.
He stopped at the touch of a button and took out a white T-shirt from his bag. He heard Old Mao kindly say to Xia Qiao: "Don't squeeze, sleep by yourself."
Xia Qiao cried and entered a room. She made up her mind to cover her head and close her eyes tonight. She would not leave the bed no matter what happened. It's a pity that God did not fulfill his wish...
For a while, Xia Qiao was really confused, not because of the influence of the dumpling soup, but because of his self-hypnosis. He huddled deep in the bed and almost fell asleep, but was awakened by some movement.
In the silence of the night, he heard a "dong-" sound.
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Like a heavy object falling.
After a few seconds, there was another "boom".
Xia Qiao opened his eyes suddenly in bed, huddled in the darkness and listened carefully, not daring to move. But after listening for a while, he felt his scalp numb——
Because the sound came from under his bed.
With every "dong", he could even feel the vibration of the bed board, like something jumping under the bed.
This is the most old-fashioned kind of bed, surrounded on three sides and with wooden steps in the front. The bottom of the bed is sealed on all sides, like a wooden box. Unless the bed is lifted entirely, you can't see what's underneath.
"Dong--" When the fourth sound came from under the bed, Xia Qiao rolled down wrapped in quilt.
He didn't even dare to look, and rushed straight to the door of the room. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a person standing outside.
At that moment, he almost stopped breathing.
But the next second, he let out a shaky breath—it was his brother standing outside the door.
"Brother, you scared me to death." Xia Qiao was furious, "Why don't you stand and do it?"
"Come and take a look." Wen Shi said, "Did you hear the sound?"
Xia Qiao is crazy
He nodded, rushed behind his brother, grabbed his clothes tightly, pointed to the bed in the room and said, "I heard it, it's under my bed!"