Just as Jimeng was undecided, Hölderlin opened his eyes abruptly and slowly sat up.

Reflexively, Jimeng walked over to help him up and asked, "Are you better?" I didn't expect you to be so weak and faint when you said you fainted. ”

"Huh? Me, did you faint? Hölderlin looked left and right blankly.

"You don't know you fainted?" The surprise on Ji Meng's face was no less than that of Hölderlin.

"Yes! You're still dead! It took me a lot of effort to get you up there. ”

“…… Thank you! Hölderlin's face turned crimson and he shyly twisted his face.

"You're welcome!" Ji Meng said with a big grin.

After thinking about it, Ji Meng said again: "That...... It's not too early, and don't make it too late, I'm ...... Let's go to bed first. ”

Jimeng said as she walked up slowly, took two steps and looked back again, and saw that Hölderlin was also looking at her.

"Hey, that...... Are you, what else do you have to say to me? Ji Meng asked tentatively.

Hölderlin nodded, shook his head again, and said lightly, "Good night." ”

"Oh...... Good night! Good night! Ji Meng nodded and continued to walk up, thinking as he went:

No matter how much it is, I got the letter back first!

Although those ideas just now seem reasonable, I still don't know where to start.

Moreover, they have been here for so long, according to the white hair, they will be seventy or eighty years if they don't have a hundred years, right?

No one has been able to make them disappear for such a long time, so it is not easy to make them disappear.

It's like some grudges, even if one of them is dead, or even if both are gone, it can continue.

Therefore, Ji Meng felt that he was better to take it easy, don't be careless, and put himself in, it would be boring. Jiangsu Literature Network

While thinking about it, I walked upstairs, put on those ill-fitting slippers, and walked to the second floor.

As soon as he reached the top of the stairs, he saw Heinrich standing at the top of the stairs wearing long white cotton and linen pajamas and holding a skull in his hand.

Ji Meng chuckled in her heart, although she already knew that this skull was Heinrich's treasure, but every time she saw it, she still panicked.

"Sister, where have you been?" Heinrich said as he rubbed his eyes with his fleshy little chubby hands.

Ji Meng hurriedly drank: "Hey, I'm thirsty and looking for water to drink, why did you get up?" ”

"I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to talk to my sister, but she wasn't there.

I was scared, so I went down to look for you, but I couldn't find you, so I asked my mother to accompany me.

Later, I heard your footsteps, and I thought it must be you, sister, waiting for you here. ”

Heinrich said with a smile.

"Uh, didn't you see that secret passage?" Ji Meng couldn't help but ask.

"Secret passages? We don't have any secret passages here. Heinrich was still innocent.

Ji Meng laughed dryly: "Oh, then, I may be dazzled." Well, since I'm back, why don't you let your mom go and get some rest first? ”

"Good!" Heinrich said obediently, stretching out a hand to grab Jimeng and take her downstairs.

Jimeng had no choice but to follow it with great difficulty, watching Heinrich put the skull away, and then glancing towards the entrance of the secret passage.

Unexpectedly, I really didn't see the entrance to the secret passage.

Could it be Hölderlin who closed the secret passage? Or is it really that there is no secret passage, it is an illusion of oneself?

No, no, no, definitely not an illusion! After thinking about it, they shook their heads again and again.

Ji Meng said that she couldn't accept the assumption that it was her hallucination, and at the same time felt that this situation proved her other hypothesis.