The music suddenly stopped and the clock stopped, as if it was the end of time, and there was silence in the dark cabin.

The relaxed and happy smile on the woman's face gradually disappeared, and she began to show an uneasy look. She was like a dying animal smelling an ominous breath, and then step by step... walked towards the closed door. Pushing open the door, she gently stretched out her hand.

Pull up the white sheet covering the doll.

"Don't, don't, don't lift it!" Liu Zhongqi was going crazy. He held the tip of the pen tightly, his muscles stiffened into a piece of iron, and his heart was about to beat. "Why is this woman's hand so short! Can't she die if she doesn't owe it?"

The next moment, there was a burst of noise on the screen. The woman was like an insect caught in a spider web, struggling desperately and horribly. The blood all over Liu Zhongqi's body had solidified. He was holding his neck, but his eyes had already turned to the ceiling. Unexpectedly,

Dare to look into the screen.

Immediately afterwards, an eardrum-breaking scream sounded, and Liu Zhongqi clicked and twisted the clip on the plastic pen cap.

I don't know how long it took before the long and terrifying scene ended.

When the background sound switched, Liu Zhongqi seemed to have collapsed. He took a long breath. He gingerly put his flying eyes back into their sockets and looked at the screen again. He saw a man pushing the door open and entering the room. He was looking scary.

There was something said in the song.

Before Liu Zhongqi's frightened soul had time to return, a pale hand stretched out from beside him, almost frightening him so much that he jumped up from the sofa.

"Okay," the hand pressed pause, "this sentence is simple."

Liu Zhongqi turned his head numbly and glared at Gan Qing next to him. Gan Qing was lying on the sofa, his slippers kicked off his feet, and he was leaning on a small bench, holding a box of pocky in his arms, smoking like a big boss.

She took one out of her mouth, grinded her teeth on the butter, and bit off the biscuit stick: "Look what I'm doing, this sentence only consists of three words, at an elementary school level, you can't even hear this clearly?"

Liu Zhongqi: "..."

It was a hot weekend. His ill-informed imperial brother worked overtime as usual and entrusted him to Gan Qing, a traitor. The traitor inflicted cruel persecution on this innocent young man - asking him to dictate foreign movie lines, or...

Horror film!

It is called a horror movie with few lines and low difficulty!

Gan Qing clicked his tongue and shook his head: "I'm going to be a senior in high school soon. Is it okay if my foundation is so poor? Let's hear it again."

Without waiting for Liu Zhongqi to stop him, "The Traitor" pressed playback and accidentally replayed too many times. He happened to go back to the part Liu Zhongqi didn't dare to watch - the woman's pale hand suddenly stretched out from under the white sheet, and she trembled and struggled out.

, spit out a mouthful of blood, then turned around suddenly, let out a horrifying scream, and was quickly dragged away, leaving only a dark blood mark.

There is a bloody tongue hanging in the open mouth, and there is a close-up.

Liu Zhongqi didn’t want to live anymore.

When Yu Lanchuan came back to pick him up in the evening, he found that after a day's absence, his little brother had turned into a cucumber with fallen seedlings. When he saw him, he was like the people in the disaster area seeing the People's Liberation Army. He rushed home with tears in his eyes and took a handful of

He picked up the quilt and buried himself.

Yu Lanchuan: "What are you doing?"

Liu Zhongqi complained with tears in his eyes: "That woman asked me to dictate "Dead Silence"!"

Yu Lanchuan didn't know whether he had never seen the movie or was really confused by the traitor. He raised his eyebrows inexplicably and said: "What about dictating a movie? When I was preparing for the exam, I dictated the BBC at 1.5x speed.

The college entrance examination will be held next year, so be more careful."

"You should be more careful!"

A desperate roar came from the little boy's room - towards this cold and helpless world.

Yu Lanchuan ignored him and turned to Gan Qing: "Zhu Qiao was released today. I want to ask about her situation. Can we come together?"

Boss Yan Hao Tuojiang borrowed the elderly scooter from the 111th floor of the building and drove it to pick it up quietly. After the scooter was exposed to the wind and sun, more than half of the "ancestral moxibustion and acupuncture physical therapy" lost more than half and turned into "ancestral...

...Acupuncture...", combined with the offer of shroud wreaths at the back, creates an eerie horror story.

She quietly said goodbye to the lawyer who had been helping her, pushed a few half-pasted wreaths aside in the back seat, pushed out a space for one person to sit, climbed into the mobility scooter, and took to the road with flowers in full bloom.

The illusion that one has already died.

Bathed in the curious gazes of passers-by, they returned to the pet shop downstairs.

Qing Qing used to live in a small room on the second floor of a pet shop. He didn't have to pay rent and it was convenient to take care of the animals at night. At this moment, the rich and prosperous owner of the pet shop was shaving the dog. He held a toothpick in his mouth and frowned.

With a murderous look on his face, he was ready to kill someone. The dog trembled in his hands and did not dare to move.

"No, it's okay, I'm not afraid," Yan Hao stopped the car and looked back at her. He saw the girl sitting among the paper flowers, so weak and at a loss. The person who stabbed someone with a knife with red eyes that day seemed to be just a superior.

The female ghost who had taken over her body said, "Go back and take a bath with mugwort to get rid of bad luck. I...I have already told your boss, and he said that as long as you are still willing, you can still work in his shop."

She quietly lowered her head and followed him out of the car, picking at her fingers, feeling very panicked - if it weren't for her, Yan Hao wouldn't have dared to borrow two hundred dollars from the bank with her "left green dragon and right white tiger" boss.

say.

She got into trouble and couldn't clean it up, causing a lot of friends to get hurt. How could she pay back the favor she owed?

I haven't been able to kill my enemy yet.

"You're back, ah...ah sneeze!" The owner of the pet shop turned around and sneezed loudly, "Bah, this dog hair! I won't do it anymore, the rest of the work will be yours."

Quietly and nervously stood in front of him.

The pet shop owner opened his eyelids and looked at her: "What are you doing?"

Quietly and helplessly, he gestured: "I'm sorry."

The owner of the pet shop stretched out his big hand like a cattail leaf fan, covered the girl's head, and lifted her face up: "Who hasn't ordered a story yet?"

Look at him quietly and blankly.

The boss then said: "But let me tell you, you shouldn't have a little kid. He doesn't even have a big heart. Why is he so serious? You guys can talk, I'm leaving."

The dogs in the dog cage at the door stood up when they heard this, and when the boss glanced at them fiercely, they quickly laid their ears down on the ground, pretending to be timid for the last time.

When Gan Qing and Yu Lanchuan came to the pet shop, they found that the animals were having fun wildly, the dogs were singing a chorus, and the cats were parkouring bravely on the cat climbing frame. Two of them collided and rolled down the small board with a purr.

, rolled into a ball of hair.

Yu Lanchuan asked in shock: "What is this for? Is it a sign of an earthquake?"

He quietly washed himself up and tidied himself up, and came downstairs. His hair was not yet dry, and he looked like a drowned kitten. He pointed to the splint on Gan Qing's right arm with a frown on his face, and bowed to them both.

"It's okay," Gan Qing waved her hand, "If it doesn't matter to you, we will find Yang Ping, sooner or later."

"Find him in a reasonable way, find a way to seize him, and take him to court." Yu Lanchuan glared at Gan Qing and turned quietly, "Don't rush to hack him to death and wait to be sentenced! You have nine years of compulsory education.

Didn’t you finish reading it, because you don’t know that murder is illegal?”

He quietly lowered his head and made some gestures with his hands.

Yan Hao translated for her: "I really didn't finish it. I dropped out of school in the third grade of junior high school."

Yu Lanchuan: "..."

The cultural level of contemporary young martial arts heroes is so impressive that it makes one’s head bald.

"Is your grandfather an elder of the Beggar Clan?" Gan Qing stretched out her hand and caught a kitten that had somehow slipped out. The kitten, which had just erect its tail just now, seemed to be a little frightened when it came into her hand, which was visible to the naked eye.

She shivered, and Gan Qing had no choice but to put it down and touch her nose - she had not liked small animals since she was a child. These little things looked silly, but they were actually very sensitive and knew who was not good.

She quietly took out her notebook and wrote one stroke at a time: "Zhu Jianjun."

"The former Nine-Pocket Elder of the Beggar Clan," Yu Lanchuan glanced at him, "When he was Lao Yang's right-hand man, Tian and Zhao didn't know which monkey mountain they were pulling flags on - because their family members died tragically, they were looking for Xingjiao to help them avenge

He was sentenced for a personal feud and later died in prison."

Quietly, his eyes darkened, and he drew an arrow under the name and wrote: Zhu Cong.

Gan Qing: "Your father?"

Nodding quietly.

Yu Lanchuan: "Where did he go?"

"My relative's home," I wrote quietly one stroke at a time, "is far away, in another place."

A thirteen-year-old boy stayed overnight at a classmate's house. He was afraid of being scolded the next day, so he walked home anxiously with excuses such as "doing homework" and "reviewing lessons"... Who knew he would never have a home again.

The first time his red-eyed father saw him, he locked him in the house and refused to let him see anyone.

The elder of the Nine Pockets of the Beggar Clan has friends all over Yanning, and his loyalty in the world is "old to the old, young to the young". Since ancient times, it has been common to care for orphans. No matter who you entrust this child to, he will grow up well in his hometown.

But Elder Zhu secretly sent him to the home of his deceased wife's distant relative in a remote rural area.

"That……"

"That……"

Gan Qing and Yu Lanchuan spoke at the same time and looked at each other. Gan Qing backed down and said, "We have a clear understanding. Let the leader speak first."

Yu Lanchuan took over the floor unceremoniously and asked a question he thought was very important: "So do you still have a Yanning household registration now?"

Gan Qing: "..."

She shook her head quietly and looked at him blankly - at her age, she still didn't understand the use of household registration.

Yu Lanchuan frowned seriously: "That would be troublesome. If you want to continue studying and getting a job..."

Gan Qing slapped him on the back. He didn't know what method he used. Yu Lanchuan's breath suddenly choked, and the second half of his words died in his throat.

Yu Lanchuan coughed and glared at her. Gan Qing calmly retracted his paws and turned quietly: "In other words, your grandfather was wary of his fellow Beggar Clan members at that time?"

There was a little blood in Qi Qi's big eyes, and he pursed his lips and nodded.
To be continued...