Forces of Temptation

Everyone who was awakened by the scolding of the fitness coach noticed the change.

Skinny Monkey gritted his teeth anxiously: "What the **** is going on?!"

The entire apartment has been shrunk in proportion, and the magnitude is not exaggerated. Only tall people like Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang need to bow their heads and bend down when they are traveling.

However, if this trend continues, they will be squeezed to death in less than seven days!

Shen Jie said irritably, "Quiet!"

She tried her best to calm herself down, biting the barb on her thumb nail and muttering to herself, "Why did this happen? We did it wrong. what?"

Yu Tuisi calmly said: "It is also possible that we are getting close to the truth."

Shen Jie and Yu Tuisi looked at each other for a moment.

Soon, Shen Jie gave an order: "Tear off."

Afraid that she would lose her courage if she hesitated any longer, Shen Jie raised her voice and clearly repeated the task to her team members: "Tear off all the wallpapers in the house first. Come down!"

The fitness trainer looked embarrassed.

In the supernatural dungeon, people are often tied up, not only afraid of not finding clues, but also afraid of being too aggressive and the first to be hit by bad luck.

You know, the feet in the bathroom yesterday appeared after Nanzhou tore the wallpaper in the children's room.

He said periodically, "Sister Shen, let's..."

Shen Jie suddenly got up and tore off a large piece of wallpaper on the side of the TV wall in the living room: "It's become like this now, don't look for clues, Do you sit and wait to die?"

The fitness coach gritted his teeth: "Yes."

The fitness trainer is in good physical condition, and the work is quick and easy. In addition, the roof has dropped to a height of one meter eighty, which greatly reduces the difficulty of this work. .

Slim Monkey and Shen Jie are responsible for tearing the wallpaper at the lower part.

Yu Tuisi also said: "Sufeng, help."

Chen Sufeng, who returned to Yu Tuisi's side, swept away his initiative when he acted alone yesterday, and nodded obediently until he got his instructions: "Yes."

Shen Jie rolled up the torn wallpaper, walked to the door of the children's room, knocked on the door, just wanted to tell Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang not to come out in a hurry, In order to complete the task, I heard a soft sound from the room.

…they have already started cleaning up the wallpaper.

Shen Jie breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little funny.

Why worry about them?

Shen Jie was about to continue tearing the wallpaper, when she turned her head, she found that Yu Tuisi was behaving a little strangely.

She raised her eyebrows: "What are you doing?"

Yu Tuisi did not respond to her question in time.

He closed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the armrest of the wheelchair regularly.

Tuk, Tuk, Tuk, Tuk, Tuk.

After every five strokes, he would switch hands and continue.

The action is as steady as the frequency.

One click, it can be called a precise clock.

Shen Jie analyzed the meaning behind his actions.

After a while, her heart suddenly became clear, and she looked at the clock hanging on the wall opposite Yu Tuisi.

With Yu Tuisi's percussion, Shen Jie's heart beat faster and faster.

After 30 taps, Yu Tuisi opened his eyes and checked the number of seconds on the clock.

The two came to the conclusion in unison: "The flow of time has become faster."

After saying this, Shen Jie turned around quickly and instructed the thin monkey who was busy: "Ho, go to the computer!"

Skinny Monkey was suddenly called, and he couldn't react for a while: "Sister, don't you want to tear it first..."

Shen Jie said concisely: "Division of labor and cooperation! Look at the computer!"

Skinny Monkey shuddered: "Hey!"

Looking at the back of the skinny monkey with the cat trotting all the way into the second bedroom, Yu Tusi thoughtful and asked Shen Jie: "A little bit of a presumptuous question. , who is Miss Shen from them?"

Skinny monkeys and fitness coaches are not good people. If they are not acquaintances or relatives, why would they listen to Shen Jie's words?

"I didn't know each other before, but now I'm a friend who almost died together." Before Shen Jie's stern expression could be taken back, a knife flew over, "Yes Problem?"

Yu Tuisi raised his hand slightly and smiled, "No."

He now understands the reason why Shen Jie and their "Tailwind" can still climb to level 10 despite many imperfections.

…

A person's home often hides many traces that even he himself cannot imagine.

After tearing off the warm wallpaper, the mottled wall behind it reveals the true face of the years this home has experienced.

The goose-yellow wall paint has traces of erosion and peeling off, the corner of the wall has scratches caused by bumping and bumping when moving furniture, and a corner of the living room is even damaged. The air conditioner was rotten and black.

Jiang Fang has finished his task and came out of the children's room.

Nan Zhou chose to stay in the children's room and accompany Chen Sufeng to do homework.

Yu Tuisi told Jiang Fang about their findings: "The flow of time has accelerated. Now every minute is 5 seconds faster than normal."

After the house is distorted, any unreasonable changes will occur.

So Jiang Fang just shrugged: "As expected."

Shen Jie agreed with his judgment: "Yes, and can't be blindly positive. The room will only get smaller and smaller, and time will only go faster."

"If you want to end everything, you have to find the door...find the door." Yu Tuisi repeated the ultimate goal of the mission, "What exactly is a 'door'?"

Jiang Fang did not answer him, but stared at the small match house that Li Yinhang built yesterday on the coffee table in the living room.

…Semi-finished "My Family".

This is something Jiang Fang brought out of the children's room.

Yu Tusi asked: "What are you thinking?"

Jiang Fang: "I was thinking, this little house used 211 matches."

Yu Tuisi: "?"

Jiang Fang asked: "Do you smoke?"

Yu Tuisi shook his head: "I hate the smell of nicotine. My lover has a habit of smoking, but he quit."

Jiang Fang hummed: "When he was still smoking, did he prefer a lighter or a match?"

Yu Tuisi: "Lighter. Matches have a sense of ritual, but after all, it's a bit inconvenient."

Jiang Fang turned to Li Yinhang: "Where did Nan Zhou get the matches yesterday?"

Li Yinhang is still a little impressed: "The drawer of the TV cabinet."

Jiang Fang sat on the sofa and didn't move: "Excuse me, take it for me."

Li Yinhang was stunned for a moment, only to realize that his height was no longer convenient to walk normally in such an environment, so he hurriedly walked to the TV cabinet and put the matches stored inside. Take it all out.

Thirteen matchboxes, the packaging is fairly high-end, neatly sized in the corner of the drawer.

Although Yu Tuisi was cautious, he could not imagine why Jiang Fang was suddenly so interested in matches.

He was not surprised that Xiao Ming had so many matchboxes at home.

Xiao Ming's house has an ashtray, so it is very likely that someone smokes.

And when it comes to smoking, everyone has their own preferences.

Some people like to smoke cheap cigarettes for five dollars a pack.

Some people are obsessed with the same brand for decades.

Some people like to **** the cigarette to the **** of the cigarette, and some people just like to smoke in reverse.

It is not a strange hobby to like to light a cigarette with a match.

Besides, matches and lighters are different, they are consumables. For those who have the habit of smoking and prefer to use matches, it is very normal to keep a few more boxes at home , and completely reasonable behavior.

Jiang Fang opened a box of matches that had not been taken apart and dumped them all.

Shen Jie clicked roughly and found a total of forty matches.

However, she soon realized that Jiang Fang was not interested in the number of matches.

He completely flattened the whole matchbox, cut a corner of the matchbox, and completely transformed the matchbox from a three-dimensional surface into a sheet Unrolled thin paper.

Shen Jie: "What are you looking for?"

"No." Jiang Fang said.

Shen Jie: "Huh?"

"...Nothing." Jiang Fang said, "No manufacturer. No brand. No production date."

The fitness coach suddenly realized: "Yes, yes!"

He took another empty matchbox, took it apart like Jiang Fang did, and explained to Shen Jie and Yu Tuisi who didn't smoke at all: " Matches are also commodities, and what commodities should have, there should be the same and not less on them.”

But the matchbox in front of me is only printed with complex and beautiful patterns on the front.

Other than that, nothing.

As Jiang Fang said, it does not have all the elements that the products it sells should have.

But what does that mean?

Shen Jie was trying to integrate the clues and come to a decent conclusion when she heard Jiang Fang send out a short tone particle: "...Ah."

After the matchbox was completely disintegrated, Jiang Fang found a dark pattern engraved on it with flowery characters on the side of the short side inside the matchbox.

This dark pattern is embossed and colorless, it is too hidden, if you don't take the matchbox open and look at the light, it is impossible to find it.

That is a uniquely designed logo.

"Family".

Jiang Fang said loudly: "Mr. Hou!"

The skinny monkey in the second bedroom was lying beside the computer, searching aimlessly for clues that he didn't know where it was, and found a fire, The originally chaotic thoughts were interrupted by Jiang Fang, and his tone suddenly became unkind: "What are you doing?!"

Shen Jie took Jiang Fang's words: "Hou, let us check if there is a match with the brand name 'Family' on the market!"

Skinny Monkey's arrogance immediately weakened by an octave: "...Oh."

Because I want to play games, so this computer can be connected to the Internet.

When he typed "Family" in the search bar, considering the universality of the word, he typed two words "match" after it.

After repeated confirmation, Thin Monkey gave the answer.

"No!"

Shen Jie: "Is there a match factory?"

After five or six minutes, the thin monkey gave the answer again.

"No!"

Shen Jie believed in the ability of the thin monkey, he said no, it means no.

She looked at Jiang Fang in disappointment.

However, she saw a ray of light in Jiang Fang's eyes.

…Eh?

"...that's right."

Jiang Fang said softly, "It's like the mints provided by some restaurants, the disposable slippers provided by some hotels, and some..."

Here, he paused subtly, skipped the following description, and continued.

“These places will provide guests with small items in similar packaging. This kind of items emphasizes the sense of design, and does not have the element of merchandise.”

"Because these are small gifts that you can take for free."

His hands and fingers overlapped, pressing and moving each other, so as to keep his thoughts running smoothly.

"In addition to Xiao Ming, there is a person who likes to smoke in this family."

"He took a dozen boxes of matches with the 'Family' logo from somewhere."

" Of course, it can't be ruled out that he brought it in one breath. Just like in a restaurant, someone will always grab a big handful of mints or toothpicks and import them bag."

"But it is more likely that he will go to a fixed place for a long time and stably, and this fixed place will provide matches such as matches Items. So, he would occasionally come home with a pack of matches."

And this corresponds to Xiao Ming's diary.

—“There is no one at home, so no liao.”

—“I want to tell people, but there is no one at home.”

…Xiao Ming’s family is always away.

He lives and cooks alone, and he is used to it.

If Xiao Ming's father was an ordinary office worker, would he be so busy?

Therefore, where did Xiao Ming's father go, why did Xiao Ming's sister die, maybe it was very helpful for them to find the door to go out.

In the children's room.

Chen Sufeng was doing his homework while listening carefully to the outside world: "They seem to have come up with some results."

Nanzhou is more concerned about the present.

He sat cross-legged beside the removed bedside table, looking at the large graffiti marks on the wall beside the bed.

The location of these graffiti marks is very low.

The childish brushstrokes should be Xiao Ming's paintings when he was younger.

He mused: "Xiao Ming loves to draw."

Chen Sufeng gave a brief "uh": "Brother Yu discovered this yesterday. Xiao Ming likes picture albums, and he often paints and draws on books."

There was a little bragging about his brother Yu in his tone.

Nan Zhou didn't notice his little thought.

If Nanzhou tore all the wallpapers in the children's room yesterday, the clues will be more comprehensive.

After the wallpaper, the basic composition of the family is revealed.

There are no family photos in this home.

But now, they have a crayon-like family portrait.

The male in the picture is tall, with a shaggy beard, standing in the center, holding a child in one hand.

The young woman is about the height of the man's chest, wearing a red dress, with a sky-high ponytail, standing on the left side of the picture.

The one on the right should be Xiaoming.

He was wearing overalls, with a small shaved head and a huge wave candy in his hand, which only reached the male waist.

Red crayons pulled the corners of everyone's mouth upwards.

Everyone had a big smile.

Everyone had two rows of white teeth in their mouths.

very happy.

Nan Zhou tilted his head slightly and looked at Xiao Ming in the picture.

…what are you thinking

He reached out and tried to touch Xiao Ming's face in the painting.

At this moment, Chen Sufeng moved his wrist, and the cartoon eraser on the table was accidentally touched and shifted, and rolled down in a circle, Rolled straight into the void under the bed.

Nanzhou just happened to be sitting by the bed.

Chen Sufeng said, "Mr. Nan, help me pick it up."

Nan Zhou pulled away from his thoughts: "Well."

He leaned down, pinpointed the position of the eraser, and put his hand into the place under the bed where the sun could not shine.

Suddenly, a strange touch climbed up his forearm.

Nan Zhou lowered his head and followed the gap.

He saw a hand.

…A dark hand stretched out from under the bed and grabbed him.

A terrifying pulling force made Nan Zhou's body slide under the bed!

Everything happens in an instant.

If a weak person is sitting here, I am afraid that they will be dragged directly to the bottom of the bed, and the bones will be crushed in that narrow gap.

But Nan Zhou's expression did not change at all.

He held down the edge of the bed with one hand, and at the same time lowered his body, the hand that was caught twisted backhand, and firmly grasped the opponent's arm!

Something under the bed: "…" Fuck?

Not waiting for it to react, Nan Zhou exerted force on his waist and abdomen, and pulled the things out under the bed!

However, in the next instant, the thing holding him was gone.

He reacted, his whole body fell backwards, and his head hit the floor with a thud.

Nanzhou lying on the ground: "..." Pain.

Everything happened in a flash, Chen Sufeng only had time to turn his attention from his summer homework: "...Mr. Nan?"

Nanzhou lay on her back.

The back of his head still hurts and he doesn't want to move.

So he looked at the ceiling and said, "Just now, there was something under the bed."

Nan Zhou's tone was so calm that it took Chen Sufeng a few seconds to understand what he said after listening to what he said.

The hair on Chen Sufeng's arm stood up.

Compared to Chen Sufeng, who was suddenly discolored, Nan Zhou raised his arms and rolled up the sleeves of his trench coat.

…On the flesh of his forearm, there were five more shallow blood holes pricked by fingernails.

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