"It's definitely not here." Yu Xing sat down on the edge of the bed with a very relaxed look. "I knew that it must be me who was suspected first. How could I bring back the evidence in this situation?"
"What is that book?" Zhao Yijiu had wanted to ask a long time ago. He had never seen a dungeon prop that could make NPCs lose their composure and spend such a big battle to investigate.
"You will know after I take it back." Yu Xing smiled, his eyes leaning towards Zhao Yijiu's table, "Anyway, the two of them shouldn't come up for a while. Tell me first, what did you hear at the door of the office?"
The curtains in the dormitory were already pulled when they left, and the room was a little dizzy with a light from the public area.
Zhao Yijiu retelled what he heard almost without omission, because he was afraid that the content he summarized would ignore some of the key points in the original words.
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"Why is it just not good-looking?"
In the duty room of the dormitory manager downstairs, the female dormitory manager held up the half-created wood carving and placed it in front of Zhao Mou and Wen Qinghuai. Her slender fingers pointed at the eyes of the carved baby's head: "Look at this, I will break it in the moment."
Wen Qinghuai looked at the wood carving and found that the production process was very rough. He could see the sculptor's unfamiliarity. He could not even see that it was carved from a knife in some places, which was more like the consequences of using nails to violently pick them up.
"What do we need to help you?" Zhao Mou quickly got into the role after accepting the reality. At this time, the female dormitory manager was still sitting on her chair, while he and Wen Qinghuai were standing aside.
It was the first time they entered the duty room. From the outside, they could not feel that the "not big" was really biased.
It's so small that it's uncomfortable.
"I want to make a perfect wood carving. Look, just do it according to this." The female dormitory manager opened his cabinet and took out a furry thing from it. The two recognized that it was the wool felt that the female dormitory manager poked at noon.
The wool felt is the same size as the half wood carving in the female dormitory tube's hand. The baby's face is lifelike. In addition to the head, there is also a small body that seems to be malnourished underneath, with limbs curled up and wrinkled together. This is a teratogen.
"Let me do this, I'll re-carve a contour. Are you familiar with the appearance of this baby? Can you help me carve my face later?" She said, and without saying a word, she stuffed the wool felt baby into Wen Qinghuai's hand.
"..." Wen Qinghuai felt that the stuffed stuffed was covered with hair, which was a little creepy when touched. The hair was like it was constantly squirming in the palm of the palm, and even had the illusion that it was growing long and growing, which was even more disgusting than it seemed.
After the female dormitory manager handed them the things, he lowered his head and carved her things on a piece of wood again. He looked at himself and didn't care at all how the two people standing were going to observe.
Anyway, her task has been issued, and there is a situation where I don’t care about the process and the result.
The carving knife scratched the wood, making a brushing sound. Zhao Mou remembered that when they approached, they didn't hear this sound, but the sound of eating wood. He couldn't help but look at the teeth of the female dormitory manager, and always felt that when they appeared in the duty room, the female dormitory manager was eating wood with his teeth...
But the side face of the female dormitory was very quiet. Her mouth was delicately painted with colored lipstick, and her lips were close together, so that she could not see her teeth.
While thinking, Zhao Mou's Yu Guang suddenly saw Wen Qinghuai holding the hairy baby and taking a few steps back, trying to stuff the wool felt baby into his hand. He alertly put his hand back and said with his mouth: "Don't try to throw it to me."
Wen Qinghuai sighed.
The two had to lean back together, separated from the female dormitory manager by a safe distance, and their legs touched the bed placed in the corner of the room.
He whispered, "This wool felt is... quite good poking."
Zhao Mou poked his head and looked at it for a while, nodded in agreement with this sentence.
The wool felt was so poked to the soul. The baby's eyes were pasted with black translucent hard objects of unknown material, making them look dark and faint. When they looked at the baby's wool felt, the baby felt that he was also looking at them.
"It's not that my sister Guan's carving is not good. Wool felt and wood carving are just two opposite procedures." Wen Qinghuai knew that the female Guan's can hear them talking, so she had to try to say something useful. "Wool felt is from nothing to something, and pokes the wool bit by bit. If it's not enough, you can add wool. If it's too much, you can pick out the wool. However, wood carvings are from existence to none. When determining the outline, you must be careful to carve it. Cut off an extra piece of scrap material, and the entire outline may be ruined."
He didn't know whether Zhao Mou understood this knowledge, so he was half talking to Zhao Mou and half talking to the female dormitory manager.
"You know carving very well-" the female dormitory manager interrupted, sounding a little happy.
"These are just common sense." Wen Qinghuai smiled with a modest smile, but his words were more straightforward.
Zhao Mou said: "Winter is very good, but unfortunately I am not proficient in carving. I will help Winter later."
As a young expert in collecting intelligence, how could he not know that Wen Qinghuai's real profession is a sculptor?
The source of this information was provided by Yu Xing. In the deduction of Alice's Hell, Yu Xing guessed Wen Qinghuai's related experience through the stone statues in the hall. After the deduction, Wen Qinghuai did not hide it from Yu Xing and admitted his profession.
It can be said that the punishment from the female dormitory manager happened to hit the hands of a professional.
"It's great, I'm about to have a perfect baby carving." The female dormitory manager turned her head happily and smiled at them. Zhao Mou's eyes flashed behind the lens, and she noticed her unmoving legs.
Wen Qinghuai was responsible for carving, so he had to take this opportunity to get some information back. At that moment, Zhao Mou began to look around carefully, looking for everything that shouldn't have appeared here.
The orange-yellow lamp was placed on the bedside table, and the walls had traces of the wall peeling off. The corners of the wooden bed were also not flat, exposing tiny holes.
Opposite the bed is an iron rack with several books and more debris on it, most of which are common items and very simple.
In addition to these, the only furniture in the room is the two-piece set of tables and chairs that the female dormitory manager is using. The table comes with a drawer, so I don’t know what is placed inside.
These things filled the small room. After he and Wen Qinghuai came in, there was not much room for movement. Cramp and crowding were the only feelings.
So small... Why so small?
Zhao Mou asked questions about this.
Not only are they small but also very dilapidated. According to the era of this copy, the school should be in a relatively new stage, and their dormitories are very clean. Why are the living conditions of the dormitory managers in the same building so much worse than that of the students?
"Okay, let's leave it to you now." The female dormitory manager's voice interrupted Zhao Mou's observation, and saw that the female director quickly carved outlines. With this proficiency, it was hard to believe that she could not carve facial features.
Zhao Mou showed up and asked before the female dormitory manager handed the wood carving to Wen Qinghuai: "Carving requires steady hand, and standing must not be possible. Can the sister of the dormitory manager give him the seat for him to sit for a while?"
Wen Qinghuai understood and cooperated with him: "This table is quite suitable. Let me sit for a while. Sister Door Manager will be sure to carve it for you very well."
The two of them just wanted the female dormitory manager to move her butt from the chair.
No matter how it looks wrong, she seems to have been rooted in a chair, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is growing on it.
The female dormitory manager hesitated for two seconds, as if she was moved by Wen Qinghuai's words that looked very beautiful. After a moment, she nodded unexpectedly to agree.
"Okay, sit here."
As she said that, she moved the chair back with her legs and then stood up.
The lady's elegant skirt dragged to the ground, covering her feet. The female dormitory manager moved her legs and walked from the chair to where the two of them were now standing. Zhao Mou watched the strange walking posture, thinking about something.
It’s not that the butt is rooted in the chair, but that the “foot” under the skirt is rooted in the ground...
Wen Qinghuai naturally saw this scene. He didn't look strange on the surface. He took the wood carvings and tools and sat on the wooden chair of the female dormitory tube. The wooden chair was cold and there was no trace of having just sat there.
He no longer needed to hold the wool felt, and the wool felt baby was naturally placed on the table. It was probably because the wool felt itself was too round. After Wen Qinghuai put it down, it rolled and turned into a lying position facing him.
It was like... I was very interested in Wen Qinghuai's next carving.
The only carving tool for the female dormitory tube is a carving knife. Logically speaking, this does not meet the real carving needs, but Wen Qinghuai is professional. He carefully adjusted the angle of the carving knife and soon carved lifelike facial features on the baby's face, which looked particularly similar to wool felt.
Zhao Mou stood shoulder to shoulder with the female dormitory manager, and could feel a deadly coldness from the sleeves of the thin school uniform shirt. And while he listened carefully, he seemed to hear a hard-to-receive crawling sound coming from under the female dormitory manager's skirt.
Grab traces of eating, crawling...the pits on the wooden bed, damage to the walls...
These phenomena are connected, and an answer appears before Zhao Mou.
mouse.
The female dormitory manager's room was full of traces of mice.
Moreover, these mice are likely to be hidden under the skirt of the female dormitory manager, or the female dormitory manager himself is the incarnation of a mouse or a group of mice!
Thinking of this, when he went to see the sweet-smiling female dormitory manager, Zhao Mou had goose bumps on his body, and he felt particularly chills.
Although this is just a guess, generally speaking, his guess is almost the same, but there is no critical evidence to prove this guess now.
Zhao Mou suddenly envied Yu Xing's ability to cause trouble. Anyone who stood here now, Yu Xing, would probably be able to lift his skirt directly.
Unfortunately, Yu Xing was sure that he could escape if he did something bad, so he was not good enough.
"Sister Guan Guan, why are you so persistent in carving a baby?" Wen Qinghuai was carving his facial features steadily and quickly, and the wood chips were brushed down, while still having the spare energy to concentrate on collecting information.
This question is actually similar to Yu Xing's question, but the female dormitory manager did not answer Yu Xing at that time, but instead changed the topic.
Now that the wood carving is about to succeed, the female dormitory manager no longer hides it, holding it with a smile on her chest: "This is my husband."
Wen Qinghuai paused and became strange in his face with Zhao Mou.
What they guessed was the child, but they never associated this teratogenic baby with the husband of the female dormitory manager.
"Why is your husband..." Zhao Mou didn't understand very well. Is it a baby? A wood carving? A teratogen? Every option becomes incompatible as long as the word "husband" is connected to the word "husband".
"You don't understand." The female dormitory manager showed a strange expression of happiness. Zhao Mou tried to analyze this expression by analyzing the expression of human expressions, but he got a stranger answer - she was not happy.
Or the female dormitory manager who talked about this issue at this moment did not want to smile, but something deeply engraved in her nerves made her form a conditioned reflex.
The intuition told him that he could not continue asking, and this was not a good time. If he asked again, it would probably trigger the conditions for killing people in the dormitory management.
He quietly waited for Wen Qinghuai to finish carving.
But the slight crawling sound never stopped after hearing it once, and it kept refreshing its presence in his ears.
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"Isabella, do my eyes look good?"
In the girls' dormitory that was comparable to the boy's dormitory, Qu Yanqing sat on his bed, and a pale face came up in front of him.
There were no whites in the big eyes, and the eyeballs occupied all the space, making the owner of these eyes look like an insect with a human face... probably like a spider.
"Good-looking." Qu Yanqing was very calm. She looked at the girl who was lying in front of her, and leaned back slightly so that her face would not be brought to her, "It looks as good as in the morning."
"Then do my hands look good?" The girl shrank back and raised her limbs - the sleeves of her school uniform were empty, but four sharp spider legs covered with hard shells stretched out at the hem of her shirt.
One of the thinner spider legs was tied with a red armband.
"Good-looking." Qu Yanqing still answered in a calm tone, "You look very slim."
"Hehe, is that right? But why is no one willing to talk to me?" The girl who had transformed into half a spider looked puzzled, and she also had some doubts about Qu Yanqing's answer.
The other two roommates pulled the curtains in the compartment early, turned on the small light and tried hard to read books, and tried hard to block the sound here.
They all knew that this roommate was no longer human.
The roommate who once became a red armband and began to act like a mighty person has become a species as terrible as those invisible in evening self-study. Even the teacher allowed her not to attend classes. On the surface, she was too tired to be polite to her, but in fact she was imprisoned in the dormitory and waiting for death.
Qu Yanqing said, "I don't know what they think, but you are asking me, I think you are still so beautiful and slim."