Panguan

He squinted his eyes and heard Xie Wen say: "I was just wondering if you dreamed of someone and mistaken me for him."

The room was very quiet, except for Mr. Li's wet hair dripping with water, sticky and sticky flowing along the edge of the bed, pitter-pattering into small puddles.

When Xie Wen spoke, his eyes were still slightly bent, as if he was just asking a casual question.

But his voice was very low, and seemed a little blurry and ambiguous in the gloomy night.

When I heard it, my heart was lightly scratched by something, and I suddenly didn't know how to answer.

The two fell into a delicate silence, and the moment was stretched out for a long time.

After a long time, I moved my lips when I smelled it.

Xie Wen originally looked at him, but now he narrowed his eyes. He seemed to suddenly come to his senses and glanced out the window.

After a few seconds of silence, his gentle voice fell on Wenshi's ears: "It's just casual gossip, no need to answer. Did you hear anything?"

movement?

When I heard this, I frowned and kept silent. I thought he just changed the topic casually. As a result, I actually heard strange noise——

A creak broke the silence in the room.

Because of the silence of the night, all sounds seemed extremely clear, as if they were very close, and it was difficult to tell where they came from.

Squeak.

There was another sound, slowly, but I still couldn't tell where it came from.

Squeak.

…

When he heard it, he initially thought it was the door of a room being blown open by the wind. After three sounds, he understood clearly: "The sound of a rope."

Xie Wen didn't look surprised, but he had another reaction: "Are you sure?"

"Yeah." Wen Shi was focused on the voice and didn't notice the slight change in his expression when he looked away from the window.

"What kind of rope, a puppet string?" Xie Wen pointed to the hand that was smelling.

"no."

It makes a squeaking sound when you pull it. Do you want this kind of string?

Wen Shi stared at him, the words were on his lips. Due to the inexplicable and obscure atmosphere before, he swallowed the words back and explained: "Hemp rope, the kind that is twisted into one."

He rarely could hold back this kind of patience, so his voice was deep and his tone was harsh.

Xie Wen was very interested in this soulless explanation.

Squeak.

Squeak.

While he was talking, the sound came again, and it was extremely regular, with the intervals between each sound almost the same. It's like something heavy is hanging on a rope, swinging left and right.

Xie Wen listened for a while and said, "It was pulled out."

When I heard it, I pursed my lips and endured it for a while, but couldn't hold it back: "Try pulling it down."

Xie Wen smiled.

Maybe he didn't hear enough of Gan Baba's explanation, and wanted to hear the upgraded version of Ji Baba, so he asked again: "Then where did this sound come from?"

"It should be wrapped around a wooden beam or pole. The thing wrapped around it is not very strong, so-" When Wen Shi said this, he suddenly frowned.

Because Mr. Li next to him made a new move——

He slowly raised his head amidst the squeaking sounds, raised his face, and stared at the top of his head without blinking.

When he heard this, he raised his head and saw a long straight beam.

The combination of hemp rope, wooden beams and pulling weights makes it easy for people to think of one result - Mr. Li was hanged.

When he heard this, he turned his head and looked at Mr. Li's neck.

He was not wearing a western-style suit, but a Chinese-style long cloth shirt, with the collar standing up and buttoned up to the top, just covering everything.

Before, he lowered his head and scratched the bed board with his nails, and when he smelled it, he could only see the back of his neck. Now that he raised his face, the deep bruises under his neck were obvious.

But if he was hanged, how could he look like this?

Hanging outside and getting caught in the rain? Or hanging in the bathroom?

But you can't say this in front of Mr. Li, at least not until you know what he wants to do. Wenshi thought for a while and asked, "Can you speak? Why are you looking up?"

Mr. Li still looked up at the top of his head. Except for the beam, the roof was empty and there was nothing to see. After a while, he looked at Wen Shi slowly.

He seemed to have just realized that there was someone else on his bed, his eyes widened, and water seeped out of his dark eye sockets again.

when--

The clock in the Shen family's living room suddenly struck again. It was so sudden and shocking in the middle of the night.

Mr. Li's ghostly body flashed for a moment, like an overexposed old photo, as if it would disappear from the bed in the next second.

He frowned when he heard it, and heard Xie Wen whisper: "It seems it's time."

"When?" Wenshi looked back at him.

The outline of his body was also blurred, and he seemed to disappear with Mr. Li.

"I don't know. It's probably time for you to wake up." Xie Wen said.

Hearing this, he said coldly: "I'm already awake."

Xie Wen listened to his tone and wanted to laugh for some reason: "You are better, you are an exception. I think normal people should wake up."

Not too refreshing when smelling it.

In such a short period of time, Mr. Li didn't even fart, so what could he do?

when--

The clock struck again.

Xie Wen said: "Look

, has already started urging. "

Like Mr. Li, his figure is becoming more and more shaky, and there are subtle differences. I wonder if it is because he is still alive.

"Please urge me." Wen Shi frowned, and as he spoke, he put a puppet string on each of Mr. Li's and Xie Wen's wrists, and then raised his hand to tap Mr. Li's forehead and heart.