Dressed as the fiance of the protagonist of the revenge essay

"are you not hungry?"

Jiang Wu looked at him and broke the strange atmosphere between the two with a sound.

The clown shook his head, lowered his hand to hold the plate, and was about to wash it in the kitchen.

"I'll do it." Jiang Wucong snatched the plate from him and walked into the kitchen.

The clown followed. His tall body stood beside him, making it hard for anyone to ignore him.

Jiang Wu turned on the faucet and rinsed the dishes in the running water. After the oil stains on the surface disappeared, he took the dish towel and began to scrub the dishes.

The cold water flowed down between his fingers, and Jiang Wu absently wiped it a few times.

Because I was hiding something, my chest was tight.

There was no movement around him all the time, Jiang Wu couldn't help turning his eyes and glanced to the side.

The weirdo's fingers resting on the counter, even though they were wrapped in a leather case, were still slender and distinct.

If he had never seen that face, Jiang Wu would think that the owner of the hand should be good-looking.

A strong desire to find out suddenly arose in my heart.

"Joker, can you tell me your story?"

After asking, he realized that the clown couldn't make a sound, and could only speak in writing.

One or two words is okay, but a long story is a bit unrealistic.

Jiang Wu rolled his eyes in embarrassment, and put the dishes he had washed for a long time on the draining rack.

The clown moved, took out a note pad from the overalls pocket, and wrote two words neatly.

Jiang Wu thought that he was really going to give a lecture, and was overjoyed, planning to go over to watch it.

A note that flew over suddenly was pasted on his forehead, and he pressed it hard as if he was afraid that it would not be firmly pasted.

Jiang Wu: ...

The clown withdrew his hand, took two steps back to admire his masterpiece, and curled his lips in satisfaction.

Turned around and left.

Jiang Wu tore off the note paper, and the big words "Don't run" seemed to insult his IQ.

What about the good story?

With a dark face, Jiang Wu crumpled the note paper and threw it into the trash can.

After washing his hands again, he walked out of the kitchen.

The clown was taking off his clothes, and he pulled the straps of the overalls to the sides, revealing the filthy striped T-shirt underneath.

He turned up the hem of the jacket with his hand, revealing the white and tight waist little by little in front of Jiang Wu's eyes.

Abdominal muscles, deep mermaid lines, every part reveals a sense of bodybuilding strength.

Jiang Wuxin thought, no wonder he is so strong and looks thin, but his body hidden under his clothes is solid.

The clown probably noticed him, he let go of his fingertips, put back the half-lifted clothes, turned his back, and went back to the room with the clean clothes in his arms to change.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jiang Wu searched all over the room for the entrance to the basement.

The wooden house is a one-story structure, with a living room, bedroom, and kitchen, and a very simple structure.

Except for the bedroom where the clown was, he didn't go in. He searched the living room and the kitchen, and even moved the mahogany sofa out to check, but he didn't find any secret passages.

Scratching his hair, Jiang Wu looked back at the bedroom door, which was half-closed. The crack in the door was pitch black, and the clown didn't turn on the light.

He withdrew his gaze, walked lightly into the yard, walked around the cabin, but still couldn't find the underground entrance.

There is only one last possibility, the bedroom.

Jiang Wu returned to the wooden house, and the clown just happened to walk out of the room.

He changed into a white shirt and white trousers, and put on a pair of black rain boots.

Much cooler than the previous overalls.

The face was covered with thick oil paint again, and there were a few spots of paint on the chest, probably accidentally splashed on it when painting the face.

The clown tied his half-length hair behind his head with a small rubber band.

Expose the entire forehead.

Coupled with his face shape and figure, it really feels amazing.

The only regret left is that messed up face.

The clown rummaged through boxes and chests in the house to find a coil of hemp rope, carried it on his shoulder, and took a wooden stick full of nails hanging on the wall into his hand.

The pointed nails were facing outwards, and there was a cold light in the dim room, and there were obvious dried blood stains on the wood.

Jiang Wu saw his heart beating wildly, and quietly took a step back.

The clown looked at him expressionlessly, and moved his neck extremely slowly. The sound of bones moving was clear and clear. He raised his feet and approached.

Jiang Wuye continued to back up until there was no way to go back, his knee hit the hard edge of the mahogany sofa, and he fell down on it.

"I won't run away." Jiang Wu grabbed the wooden arm of the sofa with his hand, raised his eyes, and looked at the clown pretending to be calm.

The clown's lips curled up, and with force in his hands, he inserted the nail stick into the wooden floor with a bang.

This sudden shock startled the man, and his body trembled accordingly.

The clown found his reaction amusing, and stared at it for a while, unwilling to look away.

Cuckoo, cluck, cluck—

The lacquered cuckoo clock above the head suddenly opened a small door, and a small wooden bird flapped its wings and popped out. After singing three times, it returned to the clock and closed the small door.

The clown narrowed his eyes, looked at the time on the clock, and quickly pulled out the nail stick and left the cabin.

Only then did Jiang Wu's tense body relax. He let out a breath, covered his forehead with his hands, and sat on the sofa to relax for a while.

Just now he really thought that the clown suddenly fell ill and wanted to tie himself up and beat him up.

Now there is a kind of rejoicing for the rest of the life.

In horror movies, this kind of weirdo living alone in the woods is mostly distorted psychologically, and it is impossible to put the thinking of normal people on them.

Therefore, it is not too late to save lives.

One more person means one more knife-bearer, which is better than the clown's full attention on him.

Walking over and pushing open the bedroom door, an extremely cool mint wind hits your face.

Jiang Wu hissed and fumbled to turn on the light.

This bedroom has no windows, and the air is cool and humid.

There are not many furniture, but there are quite a lot of mint potted plants, which are all green at first glance.

There is a standard double bed in the middle, with dirty clothes piled up at the foot of the bed.

There are many photos posted on the headboard of the bed, basically the same boy.

Wearing a plaid shirt and jeans, he has a sunny smile.

Jiang Wu glanced at himself, isn't this the suit the clown put on for him?

The only group photo was still under the pillow.

If there is not a corner exposed, Jiang Wu may not be able to find it.

He pulled out the photo, which was an intimate photo of the boy and the clown.

In the photo, the clown hugged the boy tightly with both hands, his pink-blue hair was hanging softly beside his face, his eyebrows were delicate, and his smile was gloomy.

It turned out that the clown before disfigurement looked like this...

In contrast, the boy next to him smiled very warmly, and although his facial features were not very impressive, they were even a bit ordinary.

But the smile in his eyes was like a warm current, as if it could melt the ice and snow behind him.

Yes, this photo was taken in winter.

Written in black pen on the back: mysunshine!

Tsk tsk, the sour smell of love.

Jiang Wu sighed. The clown at that time seemed to be darker and thinner than it is now, which should be the reason why it hasn't grown yet.

After admiring it, he stuffed the photo back under the pillow, restoring the previous state of revealing a corner.

The room is only that big, and the layout is very simple, it only takes a few seconds to look around.

Jiang Wu sat on the edge of the bed, feeling his thigh and didn't know where to start, or in other words, he couldn't find a place to start.

Isn't the basement in the wooden house?

[exist. ] The scarlet letter vetoed his idea.

Where is it?

The scarlet letter didn't reply.

Jiang Wuzhe could only stand up and continue searching.

The walls were knocked and tapped, and there was nothing suspicious.

After turning around, he walked back to the bed, his eyes suddenly fixed under the bed.

You know, the bottom of the bed is often the best place for Tibetans.

But under this bed is a wooden plank, connected to the ground, without a bed bottom.

Jiang Wu reached out and knocked, there was noise and reverberation, and it was indeed hollow.

He tried to grab the edge of the bed and lift it up, but he didn't move, because the wooden boards were tightly embedded.

Jiang Wu lifted off the quilt on the bed, rolled it into a roll, and piled it on the head of the bed.

The bottom of the bed turned out to be made of iron, which was a bit beyond his expectation, and there was a small square door locked by a chain in the middle.

"It's really authentic." The chain is very thick, and an alloy lock is stuck in the concave hole in the middle.

Jiang Wu went back to the living room, stepped on the bamboo chair to remove the sheepskin lantern from the ceiling, straightened the thin wire, and used it to unlock the lock.

There were some twists and turns in the process, and the wire was almost broken a few times.

Fortunately, the lock was successfully opened in the end.

Jiang Wu twisted the poor little wire back onto the lantern and re-hanged the ceiling.

When he came down, he carefully wiped off the footprints on the chair, and looked out the window again.

In the dark night, there was a dead silence.

The large clusters of leaves and branches are closely packed together, the cool wind blows, and the shadows of the trees are whirling, like wandering wild ghosts shaking their bodies, giving people an extremely depressing feeling.

The clown hasn't come back yet.

Jiang Wu looked away and went straight to the bedroom.

The small iron cover at the entrance of the tunnel was quite heavy, and it took him a lot of effort to pull it up.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with a blushing neck and resting for a while, Jiang Wu didn't dare to delay any longer when he was panting for breath.

The space in the basement is quite large, and there are small lamps embedded in the walls for lighting, which emit golden light, like fireflies at night.

The ground was paved with hard cement, with a thick layer of dust, as if no one had cleaned it for a long time.

The soles of Jiang Wu's shoes were rustling and uncomfortable when he stepped on them.

The only thing that was clean was the crappy bed.

On it sat a disheveled fellow with his face to the wall and his back to the opening of the passage.

Jiang Wu stood still and tentatively asked, "Xiang Taiyi?"

The shoulders of the person on the bed trembled, and his messy-haired head swung to the sides, and then hung down again, like a flower that suddenly withered.

Jiang Wu raised his eyebrows, and had no choice but to explain why he came: "I'm here to rescue you, can you go?"

Xiang Taiyi was kneeling on the bed, his legs were hidden in the baggy clothes, so he couldn't see clearly.

"It's useless..." Xiang Taiyi's voice was very dry, reminiscent of the dehydrated old tangerine peel.

"Try, he's not in the wooden house now." Jiang Wu took a few steps closer, ready to hug the young man.

Xiang Taiyi flicked to the side, avoiding the man's hand.

His movements are a bit strange, his legs don't move, he just relies on his body twisting and bouncing, a sudden jump like that would scare normal people.

And the face is facing the wall from beginning to end.

Jiang Wu felt weird, took a step back, and opened a safe distance.

"If you really want to save me, then go and kill the clown. Only when he dies can I get out of this basement." Xiang Taiyi was still hoarse and weak, or he didn't dare to use force for fear of hurting his sore throat. Torn.

"I don't want to kill people." Jiang Wu refused.

"Why? Damn him!!" Xiang Taiyi slammed his head against the wall emotionally, Jiang Wuguang felt pain even looking at it with such force.

He frowned, a little wanting to give up saving this person.

Clowns look much more normal than this young man named Xiang Taiyi.

"Let me tell you a story. You may change your mind after hearing this story." Xiang Taiyi slowed down his breathing, raised his head to the wall, and remained rigid.

seems to be stuck in memory.

Jiang Wucong pulled the barrel over from the wall, patted the thick ash on it, and sat down: "Speak."

The author has something to say: I was writing and writing yesterday and suddenly fell asleep on the bed_(:з」∠)_

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