Panguan

"I heard some movement here." He pointed to this side and Xia Qiao's room. Because it was so natural, it was hard to tell whether his shift of sight just now was a subconscious avoidance or just looking at that person. direction.

"I'll go take a look." Wen Shi walked out of the room sideways and strode towards Xia Qiao's room.

The old-fashioned corridor lamp was turned on by Xie Wen, making the glass window reflect light. Wen Shi's figure was clearly reflected inside.

His face was as white and calm as ever, and his lip line was straight, showing a bit of indifference. However, due to the puppet strings in the illusion, the blood on his neck has not faded away, and it is a light red against the background of his skin.

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When Xia Qiao first saw his brother, his reaction was even greater than when he saw a ghost. He rolled and crawled until his back hit the wall of the corridor. He couldn't retreat and then cried and said: "Brother, please don't scare me." Oh, I need to pee urgently, really."

"..."

Wenshi squatted down and looked at the trembling shrimp in silence, wondering whether it would be faster to wake him up or splashing water on it would be more effective.

"Why did your brother scare you? Tell me?" Xie Wen also came over and bent down to ask.

When Xia Qiao saw Xie Wen and heard these words, he finally put down his arm hesitantly.

The two hundred and fifty cautiously stretched out his hand and poked Shi Shi. He wanted to poke Xie and ask, but he gave up halfway and took his hand back and twisted his arm hard.

He hissed and then asked: "Are you serious?"

"Otherwise?" Wenshi said.

"Oh my god." Xia Qiao opened her mouth and started crying, "It's finally true. It scared me to death. Brother, you scared me to death!"

"What did you see?" Wenshi asked, frowning.

"I saw your head fell off, and I held it in my hands. It was full of blood." Xia Qiao whimpered, "I also saw a swamp. You jumped into it without saying a word, and then you poured blood on me. Climbing like this. I even saw my bed turned into a coffin. Someone was banging on it, and then the bed board was lifted and you sat up from inside. "

When hearing it: "..."

He talked a lot, and they summarized it as the N ways of "living and dying" by his brother. Hearing his brother's face expressionless, he let out a sigh of relief.

"What are you thinking about usually?" Wenshi asked.

Xia Qiao said aggrievedly: "I didn't think about it, I just had nightmares."

"So what is this? Why do you see this kind of thing?" Xia Qiao asked.

When heard: "Inner demon."

Xia Qiao became even more frightened, and quickly waved his hand and said, "But I never hope anything happens to you."

When he heard it, he paused and said, "That's not what I meant."

However, Xie Wen explained quietly: "There are many inner demons. They may be the things deep down in your heart that you can't let go of, the things you are most afraid of, or the things you want but can't have."

He was quiet for a moment, and then added: "Greed, anger, delusion, and desire all exist."

Xia Qiao thought for a moment: "Isn't that similar to a cage?"

Xie Wen said: "A little bit, the origin is almost the same."

Xia Qiao was covered in cold sweat and still a little scared. He held up his clothes and shook the wind, and said: "Oh, then I may be afraid that my brother will be in danger when he enters and exits the cage... But how can I see my inner demon after a good sleep? It's so easy to see the inner demon. ?"

"It's not easy." Xie Wen said.

Especially if Xia Qiao is still a puppet, it will be even more difficult.

"Could it be the plate of dumplings and soup?" Xia Qiao asked.

"It's possible." Xie Wen didn't deny it, but added, "It's also possible that there's something wrong with the cage itself."

After chatting for a few words, Xia Qiao felt much better. He nodded, and then asked with concern: "What about you? Did you encounter your inner demon just now?"

As soon as these words came out, the corridor became quiet again.

When Wen Shi stood up, he cracked his knuckles with his hanging fingers. He denied it in front of a certain inner demon: "No."

Xia Qiao said "Oh" and muttered: "I'm still too naive."

Fortunately, Lao Mao came late, but gave him some comfort.

Xia Qiao asked: "Uncle Mao, did you just see your inner demon?"

Lao Mao glanced at Xie Wen, nodded and said, "Ang, I see you."

"Is it scary?" Xia Qiao asked.

Lao Mao said: "It's quite complicated."

Although these words were a bit perfunctory, Xia Qiao felt much better.

All four people were woken up, so they simply stopped sleeping. They went down the stairs and walked around the house twice, but they didn't see Lu Wenjuan herself.

There are four rooms upstairs. Downstairs, there is a room with a TV on the right, a dining table and living room in the middle, a storage room on the left, and a kitchen connected to the back. There is no place for Lu Wenjuan to sleep.

In view of the metaphorical nature of the previous TV, Wen Shi instructed Xia Qiao to turn on the TV.

Channel 1 was still singing opera, and characters in wide robes and long sleeves were performing unknown plays. Xia Qiao quickly dialed channel 2, and sure enough, the "TV series" was playing again.

This time it was a group of people standing at the foot of a mountain and setting up a pile of firewood. They muttered some words, and then lit the pile of firewood.

There was a man in a big red robe wearing a mask, standing at the leader's position, raising his hand, and several other people were pushed into the fire.

"What is this?" Xia Qiao asked in horror.

When Wen Shi was staring at the red-robed masked leader, he always felt that this image was a bit similar to some people. Of course, the temperament is far different

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