January 11 of the first year of the new century, evening

"I once rented a house for some reason. The rent of this house was unbelievably low, but when I moved in, I found that the people around me always looked at me in a strange light and pointed fingers behind my back.

I was very strange, and finally one day I grabbed the old man who was guarding the door and insisted that he tell me the truth. He said to me: Before I moved in, there lived a couple of lovers here. They had been very good, but one day they had a big argument all night because of something, and they never saw the woman again. And the man disappeared after renovating the room.

The neighbors had noticed that the man was always painting the walls late at night, so they all thought that the girl had been killed by the man and put the body in the wall, and after listening to this story, I felt a chill in my back. ”

Wang Zhe had to tell ghost stories in a gloomy manner.

Daji had already hugged Wang Zhe's hand tightly, well, a familiar touch, little pigeon. Arthur verbally said that he was not afraid, but his body was still relatively honest, and his position was much closer than when he was from Wang Zhe.

"Back at my accommodation, I checked everywhere and finally sat on my bed, staring at a suspicious water stain on the opposite wall. The more I looked at it, the more it felt like a human being, and her posture seemed as if she was struggling to come out. I was so creepy that I quickly covered my head and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, I had a dream in which I saw the two lovers arguing, and the man, in a fit of rage, strangled the woman with a rope and buried her body in the wall. I saw the woman with blood in her eyes, struggling inside the wall, shouting: let me out, let me out!!! I woke up so frightened that I couldn't take it anymore, so I got up and went digging up the wall.

Finally, a small hole was dug and I saw an eye looking at me......

Oh my God, it turned out to be real......"

At that moment, a gust of wind blew out, extinguishing the candles in front of the three of them, and the world inside the cabin fell into total darkness.

"Yike!!!" The high-decibel scream that pierced the eardrum instantly resounded in the sky, Wang Zhe felt his body sinking, Daji jumped into his arms, buried his head in his chest, and screamed non-stop.

Arthur had already put on a fighting stance, and an energy shield was shining with golden light, illuminating the whole room.

Wang Zhe shook his head and smiled bitterly when he saw this scene, he told a ghost story in a good manner, why did he use his ability to create a wisp of wind to blow out the candle? !

It's really self-inflicted!!

Touching Xiao Daji's soft little hair, he said, "Since you're afraid, then don't listen to it." ”

"QAQ, no, people have to listen to it."

Wang Zhe said that you are scared and crying, do you really want to listen?

"Really, real men are fearless."

This is what Arthur said.

If you're not afraid, let's make sense first!

Taking advantage of Arthur's brilliance to relight the candle and the three of them sit down again, Wang Zhe organized the next language to continue to tell the ghost story completely

"Suddenly............

The eye turned into a mouth, and then began to speak:

"Next door, what are you digging into our house wall for?!"

"QAQ, master, brother, how bad you are."

Xiao Daji burst into tears and laughed, and hammered Wang Zhe's chest with her small fist.

Arthur covered his forehead, thinking that there was some high-energy horror, but it turned out to be a god turn, he lost and obeyed.

Wang Zhe clapped his hands and said, "Okay, the ghost story is over, it's not too early, let's go to bed." ”

……

"Master's brother, Arthur, are you asleep?" Xiao Daji whispered timidly

"None"*2

"I'm a little scared, can I go to my brother's bed and sleep QAQ"

No, I haven't agreed!

As soon as Wang Zhe wanted to answer, he found that Daji was already standing on the edge of the bed, and Arthur was silently standing on the side although he didn't say a word.

Helpless, Wang Zhe patted the bed and came up.

The order of the three of them is that Wang Zhe sleeps at the outermost end of the bed, Arthur is in the middle, and Xiao Daji is the innermost near the wall.

"Good night"*3

Wang Zhe hugged the two children and gradually fell asleep, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, is this feeling of being relied on really bad?

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January 12, the first year of the new century, morning, 7:00 a.m

Wang Zhe woke up in a daze and found that he had fallen asleep on the ground.

was furious, lifted the quilt, and slapped his two little buttocks several times.

You know, I spoil you! （NMB，WCNMM）。

Lao Tzu treats you kindly, that's how you treat me, kick me out of bed, okay.

Wang Zhe lectured Arthur and Daji for half an hour without repetition, as if the four seasons were possessed, as if God helped. (Shikiki Eihime, who is in Gensokyo's underworld and deals with official business, sneezes)

The two little ones knelt on the floor, indicating that the floor was about to crumble.

The floor gentleman said that he would not carry this pot, obviously your knees were about to break.

Wang Zhe stopped, the two of them seized the opportunity, and hurriedly said that they didn't dare, they didn't dare next time, no, there was no next time.

Wang Zhe motioned for them to get up, and when the two of them stood up, they almost fell down again with weak knees.

Poof, I can't laugh, Wang Zhe tried to pretend to be serious.

After breakfast, the three of them routinely went to take care of the crops they planted

。 After that, it's time to find out what's going on around you, what resources you have, and what resources you can use to draw a map.

Of course, Wang Zhe is the only one who really does things, and he said that he is tired. Arthur and Daji, the two little guys, were playing around him all day long, and they didn't help with the maps, and they were hip-hop and playful.

Wang Zhe actually wants to play very much in his heart, but he has to try to pretend to be mature.

It's all to blame on fate, there is no soul dressed as a little guy, and there is no rejuvenation to childhood.

I went home when it was almost dark, and this was already a good thing for the three of us to come out to make a map.

Wang Zhe pulled Daji with one hand and Arthur with the other, and under the light of the setting sun, the backs of the three of them were illuminated by a long, distant shadow fused together into one existence.

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January 20, the first year of the new century, evening, 19:00

After eating and drinking, the three of them sat together idlely, Xiao Daji held her tail to her chest and played with it, Wang Zhe stared at his fingernails to see if there was any dirt embedded in them, thinking about whether he was going to cut it, and Arthur stared at the candle with blank eyes, quietly in a daze.

The only sound in the cabin was the whirring sound of the wind blowing through the windows.

"Ahh A bored shout pierced the silence in the room, followed by a yawn, followed by two more yawns. The act of yawning has a kind of magic that spreads, as long as someone around you yawns, you will also involuntarily yawn, stretching your waist in the same way.

"Is there anything interesting about the master's brother?" Xiao Daji asked, and Arthur also looked at Wang Zhe expectantly.

Wang Zhe said that if there is a network and electricity, a mobile phone or computer for each person, I will let you know what is interesting, but in the current situation, as an otaku who only knows how to read novels, play games and listen to music, he is addicted to the ocean of ACGN. Now that the mobile phone is out of the Internet, it is a salted fish, and it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

"Why don't you keep telling ghost stories?" Wang Zhe said cautiously

"Huh? It's another ghost story" "I don't want to hear it! It's a pity that the two young audience members in the audience are not satisfied, these two children have gone from being frightened by listening to ghost stories to now not shocked, and ghost stories can no longer arouse their interest.

"Do you want to tell a story?"

"Don't say it" "I listened to my brother's story and wanted to sleep~"

Wang Zhe couldn't help but smile bitterly, is his storytelling level so bad? Well, it seems to be so bad, the novels written on the end novel online when I didn't cross in the first place were ignored at all, not even a troll, let alone fans, and completely entertaining self-exalted contestants.

Yawn*3

Then there's nothing else, let's all sleep!

Good night*3