The situation before me made me start to look at the weird boss lady again. She suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly. In addition to preventing us and the old man from walking down, it also led us to the front of this small white door.
The world inside the Little White Gate seems to be even weirder and more sinister. It seems that this Little White Gate is even scarier than the little alley where the old man led us before!
Who deceived us?
Who wants to harm us?
Is it the old man or the boss lady?
"Xiao Feng, I think this thing is too strange..." I whispered: "This boss lady suddenly appeared, led us to such a strange and dangerous place, and then disappeared... Why do I feel that this boss lady is not worth it?"
Where’s the trust?”
Xiao Feng shook her head firmly: "It's impossible. This landlady is very good to me. She has always taken good care of me since I was a child..."
"Xiao Feng, I also think what Lin Yang said is right. First of all, the boss lady is now a ghost. It has been too long since the last time you saw her. She may not be the real boss lady. She may be another ghost.
It works; secondly, the boss lady has turned into a ghost, and her mind and personality may have undergone major changes... So I think we still have to be cautious." Dahuang said.
This time Dahuang’s judgment and analysis were correct and rational.
Xiaofeng thought for a while, and finally nodded and said: "You are right, but the landlady has told us that the little white door is very dangerous, so it doesn't seem like she wants to bring us in on purpose?"
"The more this happens, the less we will doubt him." Dahuang said: "And people are cheap. The more you don't let a person do something, the more that person will want to do it, don't you think?"
What this guy Dahuang said was rude or not, and he was indeed right.
And the more we thought about it, the more we felt that the landlady was acting suspiciously.
I nodded and said, "Actually, she told us that the old cat is behind the little white door. This piece of news alone is enough to lure us in..."
Xiao Feng said in a low voice: "By now, our whereabouts must have been discovered by Han Feng and the others. Otherwise, we should call Lao Mao so that we can determine where Lao Mao is."
I nodded and said, "Well, I've already alerted the enemy and made a call!"
Dahuang responded the fastest. After I said it, he immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed the number. This guy had a serious face and waited patiently.
But the old cat didn't answer, and at this moment, I suddenly heard a strange voice!
Old cat phone ringtone!
It was Apple’s original guitar strumming ringtone, coming from the small white door! Dahuang focused on the receiver and didn’t hear it, but Xiaofeng and I both heard it!
Old Cat! Or at least Old Cat’s cell phone is inside this little white door!
To make sure, I quickly asked Dahuang to hang up the phone, and after Dahuang hung up the phone, the strumming ringtone disappeared!
Lao Mao’s cell phone is indeed inside!
Having determined this, we no longer look like headless flies. We at least know where the old cat is.
Dahuang swallowed and spat: "This guy, Old Mao, said he came to take away Han Feng's lair... I didn't expect that he was actually trapped in it..."
"We have no choice but to go in. If we are too late, the old cat may be in danger." I whispered.
Xiaofeng nodded quickly: "Let's go in without further ado."
But I shook my head and said: "Xiao Feng, Dahuang and I will go in first, but in this case we have to leave one person behind, so you can stay outside, okay?"
Xiaofeng thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "I always feel that it would be more dangerous to stay here alone. I want to be with you."
Dahuang also said: "Yes, dying together is a worthy death."
"Bah, bah, bah!" I glared at Dahuang and said, "What nonsense are you talking about to be depressing? If that's the case, let's go in together!"
As we said that, the three of us walked towards the small white door together, and at this time I vaguely saw a face staring at me vaguely from the window of a house in the yard.
This face frightened me, and I couldn't help but say, "Why do I feel that we are definitely in danger?"
Xiao Feng whispered: "Dahuang, call Lao Mao. Let's follow the voice of Lao Mao on his cell phone to find him."
When I heard this, I thought it was a good idea, so I quickly encouraged Dahuang: "Dahuang, call quickly."
Dahuang was on the phone, and we walked all the way inside. The sound of string strumming was vague, but it was definitely not far away.
Inside the small white door is a courtyard, three rooms, and three sheds. It is not big and not spacious.
The old cat's cell phone ringtone was in those three sheds. We followed the sound and the sound became louder and louder.
When we turned around, we saw that the shed was full of sacks, and the cell phone ringtone came from these sacks.
"What the hell, what did they do to the old cat?" Dahuang was a little anxious and whispered: "Could it be that we have already come to play, right? Could this sack contain the body of the old cat?"
Xiaofeng was startled by Dahuang, and I quickly stopped him: "Don't talk nonsense, Lao Mao is very solid, and nothing will happen to him. Let's see and find out."
However, when I was about to step forward to take action, Dahuang suddenly grabbed me: "Wait a minute, Lin Yang, I think there is something wrong with this shed."
I lowered my head and took a look. Apart from the unusually neat arrangement of the sacks, there seemed to be nothing wrong with the shed.
"What's the problem?" I asked in a low voice, "It looks normal to me?"
Dahuang said: "Look at these sacks, why do they seem a bit like the formations arranged by the old cat?"
I took a look and found that those sacks looked really weird, and they did look like the old cat's red rope array.
In my previous contact with Lao Mao and Dahuang, I also heard some things about the Yin people in the north. The Yin people in the north are more aggressive, especially those in the northeast. When they see evil ghosts, they usually greet them directly, like crazy Taoists and people.
Rhubarb is actually of this lineage, a bloody man, only responsible for hard work.
Laomao belongs to the Guangdong and Guangxi area in the south. The Yin people in this area are more particular about technical work. They are considered a technical type of work. They are very good at setting up formations and horoscopes, and Feng Shui Yin and Yang. The Shanghai Stock Exchange is close to the south, so it can be regarded as this side.
, so the style is what it is, and it’s not unusual to see these arrangements in this shed.
There is also the Yunnan-Guizhou area, which is considered a foreign art, and the people who play are all prop-style, and some aspects are more particular, which is completely different from here.
Seeing that the sacks in this shack seemed to have hidden mysteries, I couldn't help but start to feel a little confused when Dahuang said this, and said, "Is this a dangerous situation?"
Xiao Feng nodded and said: "It seems like a dangerous situation. When we were at the door before, didn't we see a person behind the wall? Why did we come in for so long and still didn't see him coming? It seems that they just let us come here.
...And if they really killed Lao Mao or captured Lao Mao, why didn't they take away his mobile phone? This is the best way to contact us..."
Dahuang nodded and said: "Yes, it seems that the old cat is not here. This is a trap."
After thinking about all this, I quickly pulled them back and said, "Be careful, there is a trap inside this little white door."
However, at this moment, a sinister voice came: "I asked you to follow me a long time ago, but you didn't want to. Now you can't find your accomplice, right?"
I quickly looked up and saw the old man standing outside the small white door, looking at us with a sneer.
Because the landlady took us away, we got separated from him.
But now he is standing at the door of Xiaobai, looking at us coldly: "Listen to me, follow me quickly, and you can still find your companions!"
But the old man never entered the small white door, as if he was quite afraid of something inside the small white door.
"Uncle, why don't you come in and talk?" I understood this and asked quickly.
But the old man shook his head: "I'm not stupid, and I won't die like you...hahahahaha..." After saying that, he suddenly started to laugh, like a night owl, which was very ugly.