Leather Player Peekaboo [Unlimited]

Huo Sheng walked around the main room calmly and looked around. He felt that someone was peeping at him in the dark, not just one or two people, but many people.

Someone, or a ghost, was spying on him in the dark, ready to move.

Huo Sheng pretended not to notice, and scanned the room with a flashlight.The air is still full of the fishy smell of water, Huo Sheng walking indoors is like walking under the water of a swimming pool, his strength is weakened, step by step becomes slow motion, the light of the flashlight is also refracted by the "water waves", the light is not scattered spread.

The main room is arranged like a mourning hall. There are black and white photos on the lockers against the wall in the middle, white mourning cloths are hung on the walls, and wooden tables and chairs are placed on the left and right sides.White candles were silently lit on every table.

The faint candle flame stood silently in this eerie river-like air, flickering occasionally as Huo Sheng walked.

Huo Sheng confirmed with certainty that there were no white candles on the table when he first entered, let alone lit candles.

He carefully observed the white candles, and found that the lengths of the white candles were different, some were just lit, some were a lot shorter, and some candle tears were piled up on the table, leaving only the last small wick struggling for the last time .

All the white candles are very new and pure white, not the old candle color that turns yellow and gray after a long time.

Huo Sheng looked thoughtfully at the censer in front of the photo, and the burning speed of the three sticks of incense in the censer accelerated.

He walked to the locker, and the black and white photos on the locker still looked like Jane Wen.

Huo Sheng reached out to touch Jian Wen's face, smiling dotingly on his face: "Black and white photos are also very beautiful."

His hand brushed the photo frame inadvertently, and he thought about it.

"It's all here, the dead are the most important, I have to offer you a few sticks of incense to worship. I don't know where the incense is?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a creaking sound near the locker. It was the creaking sound of fingernails scratching deeply on the wooden board. In this special environment, there was a feeling of a zombie scratching the door in the middle of the night. Thriller.

Huo Sheng walked towards the place where the sound came from with a calm expression. It was the bottom cabinet of the locker. The position was too low, and Huo Sheng had to bend down and squat down to pull it open.

Sure enough, there was incense in the cabinet, and there was a pale hand that quickly retracted the back of the drawer.

The locker is placed against the wall, and logically speaking, the gap behind it cannot fit a whole person.But this is not a normal environment, nor are people normal.

Huo Sheng calmly pushed the cabinet back, retracted his hand, and twisted his fingers.

Without a lighter, Huo Sheng could only walk to the table and light three sticks of incense with a candle. During this process, his upper body leaned against the edge of the table, and accidentally knocked against the wooden table lightly.

Huo Sheng politely took three sticks of incense to pay homage to the deceased, calling Qi Xiaoxiao's name, and this incense was also given to Qi Xiaoxiao.

The moment he bent down to worship, the photo on the posthumous photo returned to the appearance of a braided girl again, looking at Huo Sheng with a smile on his face, as if he was very satisfied with his politeness.

Huo Sheng inserted three sticks of incense into the incense burner, brushed his hand over the incense burner inadvertently, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

As soon as he turned around, at some point, there was a brazier on the open space behind him. Yellow paper money was burning in the brazier, a thick pile, piled up in the brazier like a mountain of paper money.

Huo Sheng picked up the remaining paper money next to the brazier, slowly put all of it into the brazier and burned it, and touched the brazier again.

Great technology...

Huo Sheng turned his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the fire in the brazier pulling his shadow long behind him, all the way to the wall.

The mountain of paper money in the brazier turned black, and the flames dimmed little by little. At this moment, Huo Sheng suddenly rolled to the ground, and the long shadow behind him stabbed his neck like a knife with five fingers. Zhun Huo Sheng pierced the floor in one go, leaving ten black holes in the ground.

Huo Sheng rolled around on the ground a few times, rolled to the table and grabbed a lighted white candle, then kicked the brazier over, kicked the brazier towards the shadow ghost, and ran towards the bedroom by himself.

Without a key, Huo Sheng kicked the door and walked in. The bedroom was a beautiful pink.

From the perspective of location, this bedroom is a second bedroom.

Huo Sheng quickly closed and locked the door.

At the moment of closing the door, he saw through the crack of the door that the brazier he kicked over turned into a thin sheet of paper, and the rest of the paper money burned into a pile of black ashes. When all the paper money was burned, The flame went out without a sound, and did not burn to the ground that was also paper.

Huo Sheng lit it with a white candle, touched the wall of the second bedroom, and exclaimed in admiration: "Excellent workmanship, he will definitely like it."

This whole room, most of the objects in the house, are made of paper.

Burning paper money in a paper brazier can only exist in the background of games.

The second bedroom is the girl's boudoir, full of girlish atmosphere, without any trace of a man.

Posters of handsome idols that girls like are pasted on the wall, and there are cute plush pillows on the bed, and the quilt with small floral patterns is casually opened and not folded, and there is an alarm clock that was pressed on the pillow.A replaced red dress was draped over the chair beside the bed, which was an exquisite paper shroud.

There are all kinds of women's shoes under the bed, high heels, slippers and flat shoes, which are also made of paper.

On the desk by the window is an unfinished romance, a pink desk lamp, the girl’s cosmetics, and a group photo in a frame—a young man and a woman in the photo, and the girl is in the posthumous photo The appearance of Qi Xiaoxiao, the boy's face was blacked out.

All the details are trying to restore the room of the deceased. They are all paper-made funerary objects, which are exquisite like paper crafts.

Opposite the bed is the wardrobe, and there is a standing mirror next to the wardrobe. Huo Sheng narrowed his eyes when he saw the mirror: This mirror is not a paper product.

After entering the room, he only found three non-paper shackles.

Incense, candles, and this standing mirror.

Incense and candles are food for offering sacrifices to the dead, but what about the function of standing mirrors?

Huo Sheng walked over and stood facing the mirror.

The mirror initially showed Huo Sheng's original appearance, but gradually, it began to change.

Huo Sheng in the mirror suddenly became flat, his skin color gradually faded, his face was pale, his facial features became a two-dimensional picture, but his head was still three-dimensional, just like a paper pierced person in a funeral.

Huo Sheng made some movements, raised his arm, and Huo Sheng's arm in the mirror also raised up, but it was thin and flat, with only a papery appearance, without inner bones and flesh and blood.

"Mirror spirit?"

Huo Sheng frowned, but "Huo Sheng" in the mirror also grinned.

Huo Sheng clenched his fists and looked coldly at "Huo Sheng" in the mirror. "Huo Sheng" in the mirror took out a sharp dagger from under his clothes, smiled coldly at Huo Sheng, and looked at Huo Sheng in the mirror. Sheng stabbed him with a knife.

Seeing that the tip of the knife had already rushed towards Huo Sheng's heart, Huo Sheng did not retreat but advanced, smashing the mirror with his fist, grabbing a piece of glass shards and slashing backwards!

There was a crackling sound of paper from behind, and Huo Sheng slashed an arm of a paper piercer.

Huo Sheng turned around, and was surprised to see the paper-stitched face, which turned out to be the appearance of the idol on the wall.

He raised his head to look at the idol poster on the wall, and sure enough, there was only an empty background left on the poster, and the positions of the characters became blank.

Paper puppets seem to be able to fold themselves up, flatten them, and stick them on the wall to pretend to be flat portraits.Huo Sheng looked around, and saw that there were still creases on the idol's paper pierced limbs that had not subsided.

Huo Sheng neatly lit the idol Zhizharen with the flame of a white candle, the flames burned rapidly on the Zhizharen, the Zhizharen let out a miserable scream, a black shadow appeared on the Zhizharen's body, Struggling and screaming in the flames.

Huo Sheng asked lightly, "Are you a player?"

It was only then that he remembered that the idol was a male star with a small name in reality. He didn't follow stars and couldn't remember it at first glance. Now that he recalled it, he remembered that he was so fascinated by Di Ya for a while, and even bought a photo album. Put it in the living room.When I saw the photobook, I thought it was the companion that Di Ya had taken a fancy to, so I picked it up and glanced at it.

"Hey..." The idol, whose voice was getting weaker and weaker, smiled strangely, stared at Huo Sheng with a vengeful heart and said, "I can't escape, and neither can you... Hehe, become like me, let’s all become like me hahahaha..."

Huo Sheng stretched out the candle again and lit it from the head of the paper pierced man.

"Shut up if you can't speak."

Until it was burnt to ashes, the idol paper piercer did not reveal any information, but wished that Huo Sheng would also become a paper piercer.

Huo Sheng thought about his own appearance in the mirror. If he turned into a paper prick, would he become that kind of appearance, and then be trapped in this bedroom, unable to leave the game again?

The white candle burned shorter and shorter, and the wax oil dripped on Huo Sheng's hand. He was indifferent, only worried about the flame going out.Now he doesn't have a lighter.

A paper pierced figure was destroyed, as if a pot had been blown up, and the whole bedroom was in agitation.

Huo Sheng saw that the paper shroud on the chair stood up, and the head of a person who was folded and hidden in the collar stood up from the neck, and the arms and legs that were folded and hidden in the clothes were spread out, and they were put on very delicately. red high heels under the bed;

A paper puppet crawled out of the quilt scattered on the bed. It was a female paper puppet wearing suspender pajamas. Seeing Huo Sheng staring at her, she gave Huo Sheng a hard look, and wrapped the paper quilt around her body. ;

A flat paper hand protruded from the gap behind the desk, grabbing the wall and trying to pull out the body bit by bit;

A paper prick on the back of the bed board fell down, and then crawled out from under the bed...

There were more and more paper-wrapped people in the room, and they all looked at Huo Sheng with malicious intent, surrounding him.

"We have a new partner..." The man in the red skirt was giggling, staring at Huo Sheng's strong and masculine body, with deep jealousy in his flat eyes.

They have all become paper-stitched people, neither human nor ghost are like monsters, why does this player still have his own body?

There was a scream from the paper piercing the red skirt, the fingernails suddenly grew longer and turned black, and the long black hair was like poisonous snakes, winding towards Huo Sheng's neck!

The rest of the paper-wrapping people started their hands together, and at the same time, there was a strange noise from outside the door.

Huo Sheng was nervous for a while. Broken glass couldn't do much harm to the paper prick.Only by lighting it with the white candle that was originally here can one's combat power be eliminated, but Zhizharen also saw that he only had this white candle, so he deliberately fanned the wind to speed up the burning speed of the white candle.

Fortunately, this white candle is very special, as if it cannot be extinguished after being lit, Huo Sheng grasped it with great movements, and the flame swayed from side to side, but it never went out.

There was a crackling sound at the door, like bones twisting. Huo Sheng glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw a person's foot appearing under the crack of the locked door, black, cold and dull paper texture, slowly Squeezed in from outside the door.

Calf, thigh, more and more body parts were squeezed into the room, and the pitch-black appearance was clearly the weird shadow ghost that Huo Sheng was fighting in the main room just now.

When Huo Sheng was in a critical situation, the more nervous he became, the calmer he became. At this moment, he still thought about how Jian Wen would act coquettishly?

Seeing that both legs of the ghost squeezed in, and two more hands stretched in to claw at the crack of the door, the ghost landed on the soles of its feet, bent its legs and slightly arched its body, squeezing its upper body into the room.

Huo Sheng seized this opportunity, took the shards of glass as darts, used all his strength to counteract the water pressure, and stabbed steadily between the ghost's legs!

With a soft "ding", the slender shard of glass, like a flying knife, pierced sharply between the ghost's legs, nailing the ghost to the door panel.

The ghost whose upper body and head were still outside the door let out a shrill scream, and the other paper-wrapped people trembled and looked at Huo Sheng strangely.

Huo Sheng looked at the ghost struggling against the door panel but couldn't move, and suddenly had a bold idea...

Jian Wen, who was concerned by Huo Sheng, was looking for clues in the stone house at this time. Although the stone house was full of blood when entering the door, it looked scary, but the atmosphere inside was much more harmonious.

Jian Wen found the master bedroom first. The furniture in the master bedroom was relatively old, revealing a sense of age.

The door is facing the tan wardrobe. When the wardrobe is opened, there are clothes for middle-aged and elderly men. If you look closely, they are all paper shrouds.

Opposite the closet is a dressing table of the same color, but there are no women’s cosmetics on the dressing table, only a simple cup of toothbrush and toothpaste, as well as magazines and advertising leaflets with yellowed paper. Next to the magazine is a palm-sized black cover notebook. There is a pen.

The corner of Jian Wen's mouth twitched as he looked at the magazines and leaflets. Why are they all magazines and advertisements from Men's Hospital?

He opened the notebook, which contained information about doctors.

The doctor's name, employment unit, consultation telephone number, and cured cases are very detailed.

Jian Wen compared the notebook and the magazine, and found that they were all the contact information of famous andrology doctors.

There are notes behind each doctor, some are "returned overseas students", some are "family traditional Chinese medicine", and some are "recommended by friends who have been cured"...

Jane Wen: ...

Suddenly, I was curious about what happened to the owner.

Rummaging on the table, Jian Wen accidentally raised her head, facing the vanity mirror, and saw her own face.

"Still so handsome today~" Just as Jian Wen finished his narcissistic words, his appearance in the mirror changed.

The facial features have become flat, the face has become flat, the head is three-dimensional, but it is a paper oval, and the pale complexion and stiff facial features look extremely awkward.

"Jian Wen" in the mirror grinned at Jian Wen, and pulled out a large paper knife from under his clothes. The blade shone with cold light, and slashed at Jian Wen!

"Look at me catching the white blade with my bare hands!" Jian Wen yelled, clasped his hands together and raised them above his head, and firmly caught the big knife coming from behind.

"Scheming behind your back, you're such a villain." Jian Wen sarcastically twisted his waist and gave a side kick. The attacker quickly dodged, gave up the big knife in his hand, and was snatched by Jian Wen as a trophy.

Jian Wen touched the big knife in his hand, it was made of paper, soft and fluffy, but he had no doubt that the paper knife would cut himself in half when it looked at his head.

The attacker stood in the distance and stared at Jian Wen and said, "I'm not even human anymore, what's wrong with you!"

"Tsk tsk, paper piercing man." Jian Wen saw what was attacking him, a paper piercing man in black clothes, the clothes looked familiar, it was the paper shroud he had just seen in the closet.The facial features are that of a middle-aged man.

Jian Wen suddenly thought of something, looked at the magazines on the dressing table, and looked at the paper-stitched people, his eyes moved down to his lower abdomen, with a strange expression.

"Brother, you don't have that thing anymore, it's useless to find the best andrologist, don't think about it!"

The paper pierced man instantly felt aggrieved: "It's not me! I was very powerful when I was a human! Where are my two sons!"

Jian Wen spread her hands: "Let's find out about artificial insemination test-tube babies."

The doctors above treat male diseases, not infertility.With modern technology, even if it is not possible, it does not mean that the family cannot be passed on.

The paper piercer wanted to take off his pants to prove his innocence, but he really didn't have one now.

Even more aggrieved!

"Although there is no such thing as a paper piercing figure, I can draw it for you." Jian Wen winked at the other party comfortingly, "I can draw you a nine-pack abs~"

The paper piercing man blinked his flat eyes, obviously a little moved: "Nine yuan?"

There was a smile on Jian Wen's face that only a man could understand: "Hey, there's another piece standing up."

The paper pierced the heart and laughed: "Try, try."

"And me, I want to draw a face!"

A young woman's impatient voice came from the closet, and then Jian Wen saw pale hands and feet squeezed out from the gap of his unclosed closet door, and then the side body, head, and whole body. Female paper piercer in sportswear.

Jian Wen remembered that he saw himself in the mirror, and he also looked like a paper-stitched man, and his costume and hairstyle had not changed.

Looking at these paper figurines now, it seems that they are wearing the same clothes as they were when they were alive. It is so real. Are these paper figurines really man-made, not caused by some curse or special props?

"I want to paint my face!" The female paper pierced man looked at her ordinary face in the mirror, and looked at Jian Wen expectantly, "I wanted to have plastic surgery before I was alive, but I was always worried about medical accidents and didn't dare to do it. Now I'm dead. Let me draw better!"

Jane Wen: ...

It's all dead, girl, you can really see it.

If there is one, there are two, and there are three. At this time, new paper piercers showed up one after another, each expressing their wishes.

A man with a bald head sticks his head in paper and strongly demands to draw himself a head of thick and flowing black hair;

There are chubby girls who dislike their face being too big and too fat, and ask to draw themselves to look thinner;

There is a young man who loves women's clothing and dare not try it during his lifetime, but boldly wants to try sexy skirts after his death...

"I really didn't realize that you are such a boy." Several paper piercers looked at the trendy man paper piercing at the same time, stunned by his wish.

The true thoughts in the young man's heart have been expressed, but now he is very calm: "That's right, I think it's good to be a man without penis after death, and you don't have to worry about being exposed if you wear a miniskirt."

miniskirt......

The youth paper piercer showed his starry eyes to Jian Wen: "So, draw me a miniskirt later, I want bright red, and it's better to draw me a head of big wavy curly hair, wine red."

"I have an idea." Jian Wen gave him a thumbs up, and then looked at the clothes on the young man's body.

Clothes are easy to solve, you can find red paper to make by hand, but the facial features need to be painted with paint.

"Solve it once, it's easy for the rest of your life, and you'll die beautifully~ Welcome everyone to the studio of Jianda's stylist!" Jian Wen snapped his fingers, officially announcing that the new identity in the game is online.

The paper tie people applauded and welcomed them with dignity.

In the next second, Jane Wen collapsed: "Do you know where there are cosmetics and pigments?"

When it comes to cosmetics, the man obviously didn't pay attention, but the woman immediately said: "There is a second bedroom! The second bedroom is his son Xiong Yatian's room. His son Xiong Yatian bought it for his girlfriend, but he didn't give it away after the breakup. I know Where."

Jian Wen cooperated and said, "Tsk tsk, what a tragedy!"

"It's even worse. Let me tell you, that man is too miserable. His lifeblood was bitten by a poisonous snake. If he doesn't go to a big hospital for treatment, what kind of folk prescription will he believe in? The treated cells are necrotic, and he can't do it!"

"Wow, this is so miserable, worse than being cuckolded!"

"It's more than that, isn't it just being cuckolded... By the way, I will draw longer eyelashes later, I want doll-like eyelashes..."

In addition to the love of beauty, everyone has the heart of gossip.

The master bedroom suddenly turned into a tea party. Because she hadn't got the cosmetics yet, Jian Wen first found red paper to help the young man who loves women's clothing change his clothes.

The red paper was found by the paper maker himself, and it was in the cabinet of the dressing table. It is said that the owner of the house was planning to make wedding cakes for his son.

Jian Wen folded red paper into the shape of a miniskirt, held it and made gestures on the youth paper piercer until the other party was satisfied, then simply took off the current clothes and wrapped them directly.

The young paper-wrapped man looked at his red dress, and excitedly tore off the paper clothes he was wearing now: "Ah, it's so cool!"

The bald middle-aged paper piercer became even more excited, and his eyes lit up: "Tear it up, keep tearing it up! Brother has plenty of money!"

Jian Wen: He seems to know why this guy is bald...

"Wow, so white!" The fat girl looked at the other person's body enviously, "The waist is so thin and the legs are so long!"

Jian Wen: They are all made of paper, and their bodies are all a template. What is there to envy?

The female paper piercer looked at it seriously, and said with disgust: "Hey, the front is flat and the back is flat, and he is not at all the tender butt boy in my mind."

Jian Wen: Strange, is there something wrong with this style of painting?

The man who wanted nine-pack abs was extremely calm: "Should I get the paint?"

Jian Wen: Fortunately, there is another normal person.

But when the excited paper-made man opened the door of the master bedroom and was about to go to the second bedroom opposite, the only normal paper-made man held Jian Wen to the end and whispered in his ear: "You can make a skirt, Can you make other clothes? I want all kinds of military uniforms, from the sea, the land and the air!"

Jane Wen: ...

What's wrong with you all?

"Hey, isn't this a dream of joining the army when I was young?" Seeing Jian Wen's speechless expression, the middle-aged man touched the back of his head in embarrassment, but the look in his eyes was obvious: I'm so sorry, abdominal muscles And the uniform I want!

Jian Wen: "Okay, as long as you are happy."

After getting rid of the paper tie man in the master bedroom, Jian Wen went all the way smoothly, and the paper tie man even took the initiative to take him to the second bedroom to find the line (customer) and ask (customer).

It's a pity that not every NPC likes Jian Wen, and Jian Wen encountered stubborn resistance in the second bedroom.

"I hate this kind of boyish face the most." The one who spoke was a burly man with paper sticks. He was not interested in Jian Wen's make-up and changes, and he especially disliked Jian Wen's appearance.

"Since you don't want peace talks, you can only solve it by force." Jian Wen regretted, "Actually, I am a peace-loving person, really."

The man's paper piercing man is gearing up: "Peace, hehe, let's talk about peace after turning you into a paper piercing man!"

Regarding this, Jian Wen snapped his fingers calmly: "Whoever gets rid of him first, I will serve him first!"

The paper piercers were excited. Originally, there were more and more customers. There were too many monks and too few porridge to worry about the lack of materials. The first service definitely didn’t have to worry about it.

Women's paper piercing people: "I'll do it!" He who has already received the benefits must rush to the forefront!

The fat girl stabbed people with paper: "For my face!"

Bald paper piercing: "For my hair!"

Military uniform loves paper sticking people: "For my nine-pack abs!"

New customers in the second bedroom: "Duck!"

The man's paper puppet was ruthlessly betrayed by his companions. After stepping on his feet, the women's paper puppet was still a little excited: "Master, master, if there are not enough materials, how about dismantling him and sharing them together?"

The man stuck paper with people: "Don't go too far!"

"This is too cruel, it's not good, it's not good." Jianwen lovingly rejected the proposal of paper piercing in women's clothing, and looked at the relieved man paper piercing, with a gentle tone.

"Friend, have you heard of compression masks?"

A man with a paper piercing:? ? ?

"What's the matter?"

Jian Wen showed a devilish smile: "You will know soon."

......

A few minutes later, the folded and refolded manzi pierced into a palm-sized appearance. Jian Wen tried it, but gave up when he couldn't fold it.

"Oh, the quality of this paper is really good, it can be folded 32 times~"

Man with paper piercing: ...yeah NM, spread me out!

Not only did Jian Wen not spread him out, but he lifted the chair with one hand, put the man paper pricks under the legs of the chair with the other to hold him down, and then sat on it.

"Compression compression, of course you have to compress it to shrink it."

Man paper piercing:  …

The paper piercers all took a step back and looked at Jian Wen in fear.

Seeing the frightened paper-wrapped people next to him, Jian Wen quickly explained: "Actually, I'm really a good peace-loving person, really."

The paper-wrapped people hugged each other and shivered, nodding repeatedly: "Yes, peace is wonderful, long live peace!"

"Come on, let's do makeup and styling!" Jian Wen sat on the chair, opened the cosmetics one by one, and showed a friendly smile, "I hope everyone is satisfied with my service~"

The paper piercers nodded repeatedly: "Satisfied, no matter what you do!"

Just don't turn into a compression mask!

......

While Jian Wen was busy with his modeling career, Huo Sheng was happily nailing darts.

The paper walls had already been stabbed with paper by Huo Sheng nailed to the wall with shards of glass, and it was too much for the men to nail them all the way, feeling the double devastation both physically and mentally.

——Even if they didn't, as men, they still felt that kind of stimulating egg pain psychologically.

The male paper-stitched men nailed to the wall all over the wall struggled and cursed: "Damn pervert! They are all men, why do men make things difficult for men!"

Huo Sheng: It is precisely because we are all men that we understand men's weaknesses...

Huo Sheng was much gentler when dealing with female paper sticks.

"Don't struggle, you don't want me to pin your face to the wall?"

The female paper pierced the man and shook her head frantically: "No, no, this is fine..."

She would rather have her hair nailed to the wall, let her be a hanging salted fish!

"Very good, now I ask, you answer." Huo Sheng looked into the piercing eyes of the female paper, "The first question, how to leave this house?"

......

Huo Sheng walked out of the thatched hut, feeling relaxed.

At this time, the sky was bright, and before he knew it, he spent the night inside.

In the primeval forest, the dense canopy covered the sun, leaving only streaks of golden light.

During the daytime, the moss on the tree trunk no longer glowed, and the hanged ghost hanging in the canopy disappeared. The faces on the tree tumors reappeared, each with their eyes closed, trying to catch up on sleep.

Huo Sheng looked back at the thatched cottage, the hair on the roof had turned into thatched again, the tombstone had turned back into a wooden door, and the paper-pasted walls had turned into wooden walls. If it wasn't for the clues he took out from the room in his arms, He would think that everything before was a dream.

Jian Wen came out from the stone house next to him, rubbing his sore wrists as he walked.

The moment Jian Wen walked out, Jian Wen saw Huo Sheng, bathed in the golden light of the morning, smiling at him warmly, there was a brilliant light in his eyes, as dazzling as if the sun shot down by Hou Yi fell into Huo Sheng's eyes In the eyes.

The exhaustion of the night melted under Huo Sheng's warm and enthusiastic gaze, Jian Wen seemed to be soaking in a hot spring, her body and mind were warm.

The two walked towards each other at the same time, hugged each other tightly, and exchanged a soft kiss.

Jian Wen closed her eyes and murmured, "What are you doing in there?"

"Practice shooting." Huo Sheng kissed Jian Wen's cheek lightly, and said softly, "Dynamic shooting is very interesting."

He suddenly understood why Jian Wen likes to play tricks, and it turned out to be much more interesting than normal gameplay.

Game games, what kind of game do you call if you don’t have fun.

Huo Sheng deeply reflected that he was too rigid in the past, and he didn't know how to be creative when playing games.

Jian Wen was amused by Huo Sheng's statement, he thought for a while and said, "My side is also very interesting, it's a little game of changing makeup and pinching face."

Huo Sheng smiled and pinched Jian Wen's face. It can be imagined that Jian Wen still had a good time this time.

The two shared their findings.

Huo Sheng raised his chin towards the thatched cottage: "The second bedroom over there in my thatched cottage is relatively normal. It's a girl's boudoir, and there are only traces of a girl living there. There are photos of couples, but the man's face has been crossed out, so he can't see it." appearance."

So they hate crossing out the other half after breaking up, which will affect future generations to find clues.

"The master bedroom is a wedding room. The quilt is new and the furniture is also new. There are no wedding photos, no daily necessities, the wardrobe is all empty, and there are no traces of life. It looks like an unused wedding room. .”

"You said that Qi Xiaoxiao, the tomb of his beloved wife, is written on the tombstone at the door, but the wedding room has never been used, and they failed to get married after they broke up?" Jian Wen remembered the paper tie people said that Xiong Yatian broke up. Now it seems that the reason for the breakup The girlfriend may be the same person with the name on the tombstone.

Huo Sheng nodded: "It's possible that the person disappeared before getting married. The title of wedding room and beloved wife is just Xiong Yatian's wish."

Jian Wen recalled the scene he saw in the stone house, trying to piece together all the clues into a line in his mind.

"The main room of the stone house is full of blood. According to the paper piercer, it is because the owner, the deceased Xiong Zhen, was stoned to death in an accident in the quarry. There are various male hospital magazines in the master bedroom. I also deliberately used a notebook to write down many consultation methods of andrologists. The second bedroom is the bedroom of Xiong Zhen's son, Xiong Yatian, where there are various medicines and a bottle of PXQ hidden away."

In rural areas, many people commit suicide with this drug.

The two looked at each other, connected the clues together, and said at the same time: "The reason for the breakup may be found."

Huo Sheng said, "Go and see the cabin."

Among the three wooden houses, the only one that has not been inspected is the wooden house.

Perhaps, the wooden house belongs to Xiong Yatian himself, and the truth of all accidents can be found.

They agreed that the cabin was the most dangerous at night, while in broad daylight it was quiet and ordinary.

The two walked into the cabin together and checked it out.

Jian Wen looked forward to seeing Huo Xiaoxue in the last cabin, but he was disappointed to find that he still couldn't find it.

"Maybe she's already gone home." Huo Sheng hugged Jian Wen's shoulders comfortingly. "After leaving the game, I opened the space and looked. Maybe Xiaoxue is inside, just like Xiao Lao disappeared before."

"Maybe." Jian Wen smiled helplessly, feeling deeply that she was not capable enough to lose her daughter.

But at this moment, he didn't have time to think about it. He asked the paper-wrapping people specifically, but they had never seen a snowman with a thumb. Now the mark she left had disappeared, and he couldn't find it even if he tried to find it.

Putting this thought aside for the time being, the two checked the wooden houses one by one, and found that this wooden house was completely different from the previous two houses.

This is not a log house for ordinary people, but a log house for forest guards.

The cabin is actually just one bedroom.The master bedroom has a simple bed and a small wardrobe, not even a mirror.

But the two of them breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, they saw their own appearance in the mirror, and they really didn't want to deal with them anymore.

No matter how smoothly you pass the level, if you don't sleep all night, you can't afford to exhaust your exhausted mind.

Jian Wen dug out the medicines for men's diseases in the bedside cabinet again, affirming the identity of the owner of the master bedroom.There are also several large packages of drugs to avoid poisonous insects. Thinking about what happened to Xiong Yatian heard from Zhi Zha's mouth, Jian Wen understands his approach very well.

Other than that, they didn't find much useful clues.

When I came to the second bedroom, there were various tools in the room in the second bedroom.There are agricultural shovels, chainsaws, self-defense knives and electric shock batons, as well as first aid medical bandages and so on.

Huo Sheng picked up the electric shock baton and tried it out, then handed it to Jian Wen: "It's still usable, take it."

It just so happened that the space was sealed off, and having weapons was better than nothing.

As for Huo Sheng himself, he picked up a few knives and purposely found a whetstone to sharpen them. He hid the smaller daggers in his waist under his jacket, and held the larger hunting knives directly in his hand.

The log cabin during the day is so normal that they miss the other Zhizharen who might know more about the truth.

Huo Sheng said: "Go back, rest for a night, and come back tonight."

Jian Wen agreed with his statement, even hard-working people cannot withstand a night of fighting, they need to rest.

On the way back, Jian Wen was disappointed to see that the "red line" that he had worked so hard to connect for most of the night disappeared, and he didn't know whether the pair of "lover" had exchanged feelings.

But I don't know if the big trees were stimulated, and they were as quiet as chickens, turning a blind eye to the two big living people passing by.

Huo Sheng laughed and said, "What did you do when I wasn't around?"

"Am I old that month?" Jian Wen spread her hands, her face full of innocence, "Oh, I also worked part-time as a stylist, and I didn't do anything!"

Hanged Ghosts/Paper Tie People: I have a million sentences about MMP, I don’t know if I should say it or not!

Finally seeing two burly human faces chatting across the tree, Jian Wen stepped forward to prove his innocence, walked over and showed a loving smile: "Darling, do you remember me? My lovely old man Are you satisfied with the red line I gave you? Are you communicating with your partner now?