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When Jiang Suilai came, he had noticed this shop selling fried chestnuts. There were many candied gourds on the table. This shop was very close to the bus station, but far from the shopping mall where they were. Duan Zhuo was obviously running back and forth. A little out of breath.

"Eat."

Jiang Sui smiled and took the candied haws in his hand. The golden syrup was beautifully congealed, and the color was attractive under the light.

"What about mine? Did you just buy one?" Cheng Ziyao asked.

"Do you like this too?" Duan Zhuo paused and said, "I'll buy you another one later."

"Just kidding, I don't like to eat these sweet things." As he spoke, he grabbed a handful of chestnuts in his palm, peeled them and put them in his mouth.

Before Jiang Sui opened his mouth to bite down, he asked Duan Zhuo: "Aren't you going to eat?"

Duan Zhuo shook his head first, but quickly added: "You eat first, and give me what you can't eat."

While waiting for the dishes to be served, the waiter brought them a few plates of snacks. Duan Zhuo wiped his hands and stopped after eating a few spiced broad beans inside. , just studying which button should be pressed to heat the hot pot.

Jiang Sui suddenly had a feeling that Duan Zhuo went down to buy this candied haws on purpose, and the evidence was hidden in the word "also" just now.

He originally thought that Duan Zhuo bought it because he liked it, but Duan Zhuo's subconscious shaking of his head made him deny it.

How did Duan Zhuo know that he likes candied haws?Jiang Sui couldn't remember.

The strawberries in this season are not too big and slightly sour, and the maltose just happens to neutralize the sourness, which is very appetizing.

Jiang Sui ate four in one go, stopped, and passed them to the person next to him. Duan Zhuo didn't move, and opened his mouth to bite down the last one.

The handing and receiving were naturally outrageous, Cheng Ziyao propped his cheeks, narrowed his eyes, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Jiang Sui said, "You just said you didn't want it."

Cheng Ziyao sighed heavily, and looked towards the senior sister. The angle was wrong, and she could only see Lin Jiawen's back. She didn't know what they were talking about. She smiled happily and clapped her hands.

Duan Zhuo also followed his gaze, only to find that the tall man sitting next to Lin Jiawen was at least 1.8 meters tall, maybe more than that. He looked like a man in terms of hairstyle and dressing style, but the lines of his arms were different. Not as strong as a man.

The two are very close to each other, and there is no safe distance.

Duan Zhuo rinsed the freshly served beef, and asked in a low voice, "Male and female, that..."

Cheng Ziyao breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the man's side face: "Girl, I saw her last time I watched the game. The main attacker of the women's volleyball team seems to be surnamed Qin. I forgot the exact name."

"It's really a girl?" Jiang Sui was surprised, and looked at the opposite side again, "Why do I feel that she is taller than me?"

"People are taller than you." Cheng Ziyao joked, "You are a free man if you enter the women's volleyball team at your height."

Jiang Sui shrugged: "I don't care, but you, do you have the nerve to put her next to her?"

"What am I embarrassed about? I'm chasing Wenwen, not her. My height is more than enough for Wenwen in my family. The cutest height difference."

"Ten centimeters is the cutest height difference?"

"Go away, at least fifteen centimeters."

Duan Zhuo had never paid attention to women's volleyball matches, and he didn't understand what they meant by the main attacker and free man, and he didn't want to interrupt their conversation, so he searched the Internet himself.

The main attacker of the national team is nearly two meters tall, and the free man is over 1.7 meters. It is obviously a joke to let Jiang Sui go to be a free man, but it is true that Cheng Ziyao has a strong obsession with height, even to the point of superstition .

He asked the waiter for a set of bamboo shoots, and he said that the shape is complementary to the shape, and it is getting higher and higher.

Jiang Sui listened, picked up two quail eggs and put them in Duan Zhuo's bowl: "Complement the shape with the shape."

Duan Zhuo didn't understand, so: "What's this for? Eyes?"

Jiang Sui was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Yes, you can say whatever you want."

This meal, Cheng Ziyao ate very much, and he could only see a back, but he seemed to enjoy it too, biting the tip of the chopsticks, looking at the opposite side after two bites, and smirking from time to time.

"She is so cute with her puffy cheeks after eating."

"My cheeks bulge when I eat." Jiang Sui said this with a beef ball stuffed in his mouth.

Cheng Ziyao glanced at him and said with disgust, "She's a hamster, you're a pelican."

Jiang Sui stared: "Am I so ugly?"

Duan Zhuo comforted: "You are also a little hamster."

Although it was not a good compliment, Jiang Sui seemed very satisfied with the answer. With a pile of beef in his left hand and a pile of wide noodles in his right, he poured them into the pot boldly, licked his lips, and waited for the water to boil.

Duan Zhuo watched from the side, thinking that the northerners are really interesting to eat.

Cheng Ziyao's attention was no longer on the pot.

"You said, if the child's surname is Cheng, what name should I choose?"

Duan Zhuo suddenly remembered that he had read the author's analysis of the phrase "Love makes people less intelligent" in a book.

The emotion of love is generated through the linkage between the A10 nerve and the prefrontal cortex. Once the linkage occurs, everything else will be excluded except the person you like.To a certain extent, lowering one's intelligence is a physiological problem and is not controlled by one's own will.

Cheng Ziyao's "foolishness" is caused by the secretion of dopamine, and it is understandable. Just sitting next to him and listening to him repeating over and over again, Duan Zhuo's ears are really going to get callused, but he doesn't answer, and he is worried that Cheng Ziyao will Feeling embarrassed, I had no choice but to perfunctory.

Among the three, only Jiang Sui eats the most honestly and earnestly. The shrimp shells, bones, and fruit skins on the plate are piled up to the brim. His lips are red from the spicy sauce. He takes a sip of the iced drink and continues to sip the vermicelli in the bowl. and crispy intestines.

"This duck intestine is quite delicious, it's crispy." After he finished speaking, he stretched out his chopsticks to grab some more, and asked Duan Zhuo, "Do you want to eat it?"

"Eat." Duan Zhuo handed over the small bowl in front of him.

Jiang Sui dipped some of the sauce into his bowl, and said, "I find this tastes better when it's boiled for a while."

When they got the sauce before, they went by themselves. Three people had three flavors. Duan Zhuo didn’t know what was in Jiang Sui’s dish. The taste was more complicated than his own. No conflict, the more delicious you eat.

He asked Jiang Sui what was in it, but Jiang Sui put the sauce dish in front of him and said, smiling mysteriously: "I won't tell you, just dip it in and eat it, and I'll make it for you when it's gone."

Halfway through eating, Cheng Ziyao communicated with the waiter of the hot pot restaurant and entered the back kitchen as planned.

The subsequent actions went as smoothly as expected. When he appeared in front of Lin Jiawen pushing a trolley with cakes, the girls at the table were all erupting. They booed and cheered, lit candles, and sang birthday songs. Lin Jiawen sent blessings like waves In the voice, I closed my eyes and made a wish, and my ears were red.

Duan Zhuo found that Cheng Ziyao was like a fish in water when he plunged into the group of girls, and the scene was extremely harmonious, especially the face-slapping scene, which earned a lot of applause and laughter, making people feel that he was sitting at their table from the beginning.

While Cheng Ziyao was celebrating for his senior sister, Duan Zhuo and the others also brought a serving of noodles to the table. The waiter put on disposable gloves and was about to shake it. Jiang Sui stopped him, eager to try: "Can I shake it?"

"Of course." The waiter found another pair of gloves for him.

"Can you do it?" Duan Zhuo was very skeptical, after all, Cheng Ziyao had practiced that set of movements for almost a week before he became proficient.

"Look under me."

After hearing this, Duan Zhuo put down the bowl and chopsticks, looked up at him, Jiang Sui stretched the dough to a length of one meter, swung it up and down twice, without overturning, and made bolder artistic movements, like a gymnast, Spin in circles.

"I'm just asking if you're good or not?"

Duan Zhuo was overjoyed, and sincerely praised: "You are quite talented."

The waiter on the side also echoed: "You can open a ramen restaurant."

The difference between Jiang Sui and Cheng Ziyao in throwing noodles is that Cheng Ziyao moves his arms but does not move, while Jiang Sui seems to be dancing tango with noodles, his whole body spins, and the noodles in his hand are pulled thin and thin by him. Long, can't stop.

Duan Zhuo was about to take out his mobile phone to record the video, when the noodles "cracked" and happened to hang around his neck, soft and cool.

"..."

There was an accident in the performance, and the first ones who laughed were the waiter on the side and a couple at the next table. The laughter infected everyone in the hall like a virus.

Jiang Sui was the last one to find out. When he stopped, he looked at the two sections of gnocchi in his hand, and then raised his eyes to look at Duan Zhuo's neck. He was out of breath from laughing, and lay on Duan Zhuo's lap, Intermittently apologize without sincerity.

The fabric of the trousers is breathable, Duan Zhuo feels the scorching breath, and listens to the clear laughter of the young man like a stream, the temper that just came up is silently extinguished.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I promise not to do it next time... I will buy you a cone later." Jiang Sui was full of coaxing words, and took the noodles from Duan Zhuo's neck very religiously, but Duan Zhuo didn't You could clearly see tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

There was still some flour on the neck, and it was very uncomfortable. Duan Zhuo wiped it with his hands a few times, but he felt that it was not wiped clean. He wanted to go to the bathroom to wash it, but Jiang Sui stopped him and said, "I will help you."

While Duan Zhuo was hesitating, Jiang Sui had already pulled out a wet towel, wiped off the nape of his neck, and even the flour on his clothes.

The waiter asked Jiang Sui-need if he needed to shake it a few more times, and they could still provide noodles, Duan Zhuo replied ahead of him: "Let's just serve it normally."

The hot pot was almost finished, and Lin Jiawen suddenly got up and came to their table, saying that he wanted to set up a secret room escape game, and asked them if they would like to join together, and make up the number of people. Ten people would be full, and the experience would be even better. a little better.

Cheng Ziyao happily agreed, and desperately winked at Duan Zhuo and the others. Duan Zhuo glanced at Jiang Sui and asked for advice.

"If you want to go, go, if you don't want to go, don't go, I'll listen to you." Jiang Sui said.

Seeing Cheng Ziyao put his palms together and changed into beseeching eyes, Duan Zhuo couldn't refuse, so he nodded in response—but if Lin Jiawen told him in advance that this was a horror book, he would never agree to it.

The background of the script story is set in 1990. The missing girl is Yu Meili, a shampoo girl in a hair salon. She is a filial girl who sends money home every month. For a long time, her family has not received her She came to the place where she worked and found that the doors and windows of the barber shop were closed and red paint was splashed on the shutter door, so she hurriedly called the police.

The police dog smelled something strange, and the police broke into the door.

The poster on the wall shows the interior environment of the hair salon, with a dark background, a hair-washing girl in a weird posture, and her eyes are empty. The whole poster has a gloomy and strange atmosphere.

The horror index in the lower right corner, five stars.

Those who are timid should enter with caution, and pregnant women and heart patients are declined.

Duan Zhuo touched his chest, and he hadn't been checked in the hospital before. He didn't know if his symptoms accelerated by inexplicable names were considered heart disease.

While everyone was sitting and waiting, the last player who played the hair salon came out one after another. There was a girl whose legs were shaking, and the girl next to her helped her to stand still. I don't play anymore.

Seeing this, a girl next to Lin Jiawen grabbed her arm and said, "Jiawen, why don't we change to a simpler book, I think the sci-fi one is also good, I'm a little scared of this one."

Duan Zhuo was imprisoned in a small dark room by Duan Zhihong when he was a child, so he was afraid of the dark and ghosts. He was about to say that the science fiction was good, but Cheng Ziyao jumped ahead of him: "There are so many of us, there is nothing to be afraid of. I will leave later. Protect you."

The purpose of this guy's enthusiasm for playing horror books is nothing more than to show his masculinity, and then take the opportunity to have physical contact with the goddess, all the little thoughts in his heart are written on his face.

Duan Zhuo took his fancy at the moment, maybe Cheng Ziyao would hate him, so he could only bite the bullet.

The staff gave each of them a small flashlight, similar to a cat-like laser stick, not very bright, just enough to illuminate the text on the clue.

The old rolling shutter door of the hair salon was pulled open by the staff, making a useless "click" sound, as if it was about to be smashed down together with the dilapidated wall in the next second.

After everyone entered the house, the staff closed the shutter door again.

With a "kuang", it was like a stone hitting Duan Zhuo's chest, his heart was beating violently, and he leaned against Jiang Sui's side.

This person had just finished eating hot pot, and his sleeves were stuck in the crook of his arms. Duan Zhuo felt relieved when he touched the hot skin, but his eyes still looked around vigilantly.

There are bright red bloody palm prints on the wall, and the cabinet is full of fake human heads. Their hair is disheveled, some of their eyes have been gouged out, and some have been put on masks with distorted facial features. The ones floating in the air are those of evil sects. smell.

The fuse was burned out, and there was no other light source except for a little light in their hands, and this hair salon seemed to be operating other businesses besides trimming hair.

"Ah!—" A heart-piercing scream was like a thunderbolt, which exploded from behind them and echoed in the room. It was the most resentful ghost in the movie, everyone's hair stood on end, Cheng Ziyao, who was still talking about protecting everyone just now, jumped three feet high and uttered several national curses.

In such an atmosphere, human screams are often more terrifying than ghost screams. Cheng Ziyao's voice made Duan Zhuo's scalp numb, and he grabbed the sleeves of the person next to him, and Jiang Sui also grabbed his hem.

"Fuck, what the hell, why is there a BGM."

The few beams of light that were still illuminating the surrounding layout trembled and disappeared, and the girls hugged into a ball against the wall.

In the dimly lit room, everyone's figures were indistinct, and a neutral voice rang out: "Everyone line up, let's go forward together, and look for evidence first."

The voice was calm and calm, Duan Zhuo reckoned it was the main attacker of the women's volleyball team, because the source of the voice was very close to his ears, and among the girls, she was the only one who was this tall.

He turned around, and inadvertently saw her hands on Lin Jiawen's shoulders, almost wrapping her in his arms, pushing her forward slowly, and whispered, "Don't be afraid."

How can a big man be more cowardly than a woman?Duan Zhuo patted Jiang Sui's shrinking shoulder: "I'm not afraid."

"Aren't you afraid?" Jiang Sui poked his neck and looked at him, "Who was the person who yelled like Baga Ya Lu Jincun just now?"

Duan Zhuo choked, and said indiscriminately: "It's a ghost, you heard it wrong."

No human face could be seen, but Jiang Sui's laughter pierced into his ears domineeringly.

Under the display cabinet full of dummy heads in the room, there are two cabinet doors with bloody palm prints, which seem to be places for clues.

"Is there any warrior to go over and open it?" It was a girl who spoke, her voice trembling.

The ratio of length to width of the cabinet door gave Duan Zhuo an ominous premonition, and there was a picture of a red-clothed and long-haired ghost jumping out of it.

Jiang Sui took two steps forward and said, "I'll do it."

Duan Zhuo tugged him and reminded: "There are probably real NPCs."

"I know." Jiang Sui breathed out and approached slowly.

It felt like an injection. The scariest thing was not the moment when the needle tip pierced the skin, but the period of waiting for the needle tip to penetrate after wiping the iodine.

Every step Jiang Sui took was like stepping on everyone's heart.

The door of the cabinet was opened at the speed of light, and a black thing rolled out amidst the screams of the crowd. Duan Zhuo felt his hair stand up together with the goosebumps all over his body, and immediately pulled Jiang Sui back to his side.

Take a closer look—it's the head of a long-haired mannequin.

And he pulled too hard, the new pair of shoes on his feet was stepped on, Duan Zhuo's thoughts were pulled away from the script in an instant, he stared at the upper of the shoe, carefully for two weeks, but still failed to keep it innocent .

It's just that Jiang Sui stepped on the dirty ones, but I'm not angry, I just feel very distressed. If I knew it, I wouldn't wear these pairs. I don't know if I can wash them clean.

During the period when his thoughts were empty, he opened the iron door of the corridor. Inside was a three-meter-wide corridor with rooms on the left and right. Some doors were open and some were locked.

"Walk slowly, get closer, and be careful of NPCs rushing out to scare you."

After Lin Jiawen said this, everyone consciously leaned close together, forming a circle with their backs facing each other, vigilant about their surroundings.

Duan Zhuo shined the flashlight on the equipment in the room, and the person beside him suddenly reached out to him. The palm of the young man was hot, and it slid from the wrist to the palm of his hand, holding his hand tightly as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

It may be an unconscious move - Jiang Sui took his hand, put it on his chest, and walked slowly back.

Duan Zhuo felt the frequency of his chest rising and falling, heard him take a deep breath, and encouraged himself: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, there are no ghosts in this world."

The warmth of the palm conveys the owner's nervousness.

It turned out to be a coward.

Duan Zhuo smiled back and held his palm, Jiang Sui turned his head to look at him as if a little surprised.

I don't know who opened the door, and the lights in the corridor turned on like lightning, everything was bright as day, and a female ghost in red jumped out of the cabinet roaring, and was about to jump on Jiang Sui. Zhuo let out a "fuck" and dragged him to the other side.

Jiang Sui was frightened, he reacted a bit slower, staggered, almost fell into a fight, Duan Zhuo's steps were too big, he felt like a carp banner facing the wind, almost floating, the agreed teamwork , no one can keep up with Duan Zhuo.

"Slow down!"

"Slow down and be eaten by ghosts!"

In the end, there was no road, the lights dimmed, Duan Zhuo slammed on the brakes again, and Jiang Sui fell into his arms in a daze.

"Oh my mother." Jiang Sui covered the sore bridge of his nose, "You are here to give me plastic surgery."

Duan Zhuo lowered his head and illuminated his face with a weak light: "Don't move your hands, I'll see where you hit."

Jiang Sui blinked and looked at Duan Zhuo's eyes, nose bridge, and lips slowly approaching him, feeling a little strange, and only remembered after a long time that he forgot to let go of the hand he was holding.