When it was time for dinner, Huang Chen asked Yan Junze to go down to eat on the first floor.

This thing seems to be very obedient to Yan Junze's orders, Yan Junze said that he didn't want others to go up to the second floor, so he greeted them one by one, and no one went upstairs until now.

In fact, this building is too cold, there have been strange troubles before, and there have been soul killers who have died, and no one will walk around if there is nothing to do.

In this situation, staying in a crowded place is the most normal choice for ordinary people.

Dinner was delivered by the staff of the Soul Removal Squad, a boxed lunch for each person, a small plate of fruit, and a bottle of mineral water.

However, the protagonist of each photo was given three bags of instant espresso.

Yang Zhijun's physical condition was very poor, after contacting the medical staff, the doctor came and did not inject him with any stimulants, but gave him a drip, which can not only provide energy to the body, but also add a little drug to stimulate the central nervous system, but the dose is not large, and it is used under the supervision of the doctor.

This can ensure that Yang Zhijun's physical condition will not continue to deteriorate, and he can stay awake.

Immediately, Yan Junze went to a hardware store on the street and bought a box of bubble nails, that is, one side is a nail, and the other side is a circular surface, and you can directly press the circular surface with your fingers to press the nail into the object.

After putting the bubble nails in his coat pocket, it was already dark at this time, and Yan Junze slowly returned to Mansion No. 7.

After chatting with Huang Chen and Li Yue for a few words, he took the bedding and pillow that had been prepared long ago from Huang Chen's hand, and Yan Junze went upstairs.

Huang Chen watched him walk to the corridor on the second floor from behind, and couldn't help but speak: "Pay attention to safety, don't be reckless, if one person can't cope with it, shout, Li Yue and I will come up immediately." ”

Yan Junze turned his head and smiled: "Don't worry, you just need to pay attention to other people's reactions at all times." ”

Huang Chen was still a little uneasy when he looked at it, but he just nodded, but did not withdraw his gaze.

Yan Junze walked into the corridor, and only after passing the corner did the gaze behind him disappear.

He opened the door of the private room, put the chairs together, and laid the futon on the chairs, then went to the window and opened one of the windows.

After poking his head out and looking left and right, convinced that only this window was open, he just lay on the windowsill and enjoyed the night view outside.

seems to have been influenced by Xiang'er, Yan Junze's first thought was that this location is very good to enjoy the night view, and Xiang'er must like it very much.

Mansion No. 7 does not have only a front yard and a separate building, but also has a courtyard at the back of the building, which is densely planted, half of which is occupied by a grape shed, and the other half has a pond against the wall.

The water in the pond has not dried up, but it has not been managed for a long time, the water quality is already very poor, there is garbage floating on the surface of the water, and the pond is covered with green moss.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Junze suddenly shivered, and felt a little chilled.

He tightened his collar and prepared to sit in the private room wrapped in a futon for a while.

Although Tianmeng belongs to the southern region and has a relatively warm climate, in this winter season, it is not for anyone to bear the cold wind blowing on the window all the time.

When he was about to retract his gaze, he suddenly stared, and saw a slender figure silently climbing over the wall of the courtyard below.

Unfortunately, the place where the figure fell was the pond with stinking water.

Yan Junze was stunned for a moment, and he didn't dare to remind him directly, for fear of alarming Huang Chen and the others downstairs.

I saw the figure fall suddenly, but in the middle of the way, it also noticed that something was wrong, and suddenly a horizontal movement, like a bird, swept over the surface of the pond, and drew a ripple on the surface of the water, and fell on the edge of the pond.

Looking up at Yan Junze's direction, it seemed that the soles of his feet were not affected by the slippery moss at all, he approached in a few steps, and then leaped up to the second floor with an arrow step.

Yan Junze saw it clearly and knew that it was Xiang'er who arrived, so he hurriedly took two steps back.

Xiang'er leaped at a height level with the window on the second floor, reached out and climbed the edge of the window, like an agile kitten, quickly jumped into the private room, and gently closed the open window with her backhand.

"Where is this?" Xiang'er asked in the first sentence.

"A quiet place where I can carry out my plans." Yan Junze said: "Those parties who turned their heads in the photo are all downstairs tonight, and there are spirit killers below, so you don't go down, and the range of activities upstairs is limited to places that cannot be seen from the first floor." ”

"Hmm." Xiang'er nodded, not asking why.

Yan Junze continued: "I have already launched a plan to let the woman in the black dress target me. Later in the day, I slept here, and there was a good chance that the woman in the black dress would appear in my dreams. You keep an eye on me, and if anything is wrong with me, use all your power to wake me up, just like last time. ”

"Well, I'll keep an eye on you......" Xiang'er said, turning her head to look at the night scene outside the window.

The section of the road where the No. 7 Mansion is located is very good, and the night view is also rare and beautiful.

But Xiang'er knew the importance of tonight's incident, even if the night scene was beautiful, after Yan Junze slept, her eyes would never leave him for half a second.

Not long after, Yan Junze spread out the group photo, and Xiang'er also came over to watch it curiously.

Yan Junze pointed to himself in the photo: "This is me, I just turned my head slightly just now, and now I have turned my head halfway, and it has only been less than two hours." ”

"In other words, how fast do you turn your head in the photo than that Xia Ruolan?" Xiang'er said.

Yan Junze laughed: "The sooner the better, I gathered all the photos of all the people who turned their heads and took this group photo, and I didn't expect it to be so powerful." No one downstairs sleeps tonight, only me, so at this rate, there will be a high probability that I will encounter a woman in a black dress in my dream. ”

After the words fell, Yan Junze took out the bubble nails he bought from his coat pocket and said, "I'll go outside for a turn, don't come out, just wait for me in the private room." ”

About half an hour later, he walked back, and Xiang'er was standing in front of the window watching the night view.

After coming back, Yan Junze threw the empty box containing bubble nails into the garbage basket and asked with a smile: "After I left you two in the afternoon, did the dry boy say anything to you?" ”

"He apologized to me." Xiang'er replied, not retracting her gaze.

"Through the observation of the past few days, I feel that his essence is not bad, but he doesn't know how to get along with people." Yan Junze said.

"I feel it, too, but I should have been better than him." When she said this, Xiang'er hesitated.

Yan Junze smiled: "You are all very simple, but you are not in a hurry, and you are slowly learning to understand the world." And he held back for too long, eager to show himself, and the result of this was that he would be beaten back immediately. ”

Xiang'er covered her mouth and laughed.

"By the way, are you still collecting hair?" Yan Junze suddenly asked.

Xiang'er was stunned for a moment and didn't answer immediately.

"I'm just asking." Yan Junze said: "After meeting Xia Ruolan today, from noon to afternoon, I found that her hair seemed to have become shorter, and then I remembered your hobby. In fact, it is okay to have special hobbies, as long as they don't hurt others. ”

"How do you see that?" Xiang'er knew that Yan Junze was not blaming herself, so she asked curiously.

"The last time I met Xia Ruolan in the restaurant with Gu Bai and his wife, I noticed that the hair on her forehead could hang next to her ears when she lowered her head, and it was the same when we met at noon today. But before taking a group photo just now, I found that the strand of hair was half a knuckle away from the ear, which was obviously shorter. ”

Yan Junze explained as he sat down, rolled up the bedding and put it on his feet.

After listening to his explanation, Xiang'er turned her head, stared at him very seriously, and said, "I can't control it, when I see someone with good hair, I want a little bit of her hair." ”

"Now your hair has become very long again?"

"Hmm."

"As long as it doesn't hurt people, this little hobby is acceptable." Yan Junze smiled and lay on the chair.

After a while, he took out the photo again, glanced at himself in the photo, and found that his head had been turned more than halfway, and he could only see the position behind his ears, and even the side of his face had disappeared.

Turning over lightly and putting the photo aside, Yan Junze quipped: "Now that I think of sleeping to complete the task, I don't feel sleepy at all." ”

Xiang'er said softly: "I remember when I was a child, I couldn't sleep, and my mother would sing me the popular lullaby of Wangjiawan - good baby must be obedient." ”

looked back at Yan Junze and smiled: "But I can't remember it clearly now, I only have a few familiar melodies in my mind." ”

"Melody can also be hummed." Yan Junze closed his eyes.

The scene fell silent.

About ten seconds later, a humming sound rang out from the window, echoing through the private room.

Because she was afraid of being heard downstairs, Xiang'er lowered her voice so low that it sounded very low.

However, it is precisely because of the low that it seems long and melodious, and the tune reveals a sense of gentleness and grace, calm, soft, and clear, without ups and downs, only like a mother's whisper and chanting.

I have to say that although Xiang'er doesn't remember the lyrics very clearly, she has already comprehended the essence just by humming, like a breeze constantly blowing Yan Junze's ears, the music is curling, and people's impetuous thoughts gradually fall silent

As if in the middle of a spacious square, the evening drum and morning bell are tactful and low, from far to near, shocking the soul.

Yan Junze's vision gradually began to become clear from blur, and he found that the soles of his feet were stepping on cyan stone bricks that he had never seen before, one by one, carefully carved and neat.

When I looked up, I was in the middle of a large square, surrounded by towering buildings similar to the capital of Ole.

The shape of the building is somewhat similar to that of Mansion No. 7, with a circular roof, curved eaves, and spiked signs at the top of some roofs.

The colors of all the houses are mainly gray, white and black.

Looking around, there was no one in the huge square, and not far in front of Yan Junze, there was a long and narrow bell tower.

At the top of the tower, near the spire, hangs an old clock, which has no second hand, and at this moment the hour and minute hands seem to be standing still, and it is not known whether they are running or not.

"What's going on? Where is this? ”

Yan Junze looked around, everything in front of him was so real, he didn't notice anything wrong.

Walking forward, he had only taken a few steps when he saw the door of the bell tower opened, revealing that the building was pitch black, and then a thin hand came out of the darkness, and the fingertips and nails were extremely long and even a little curved.

The hand grasped the edge of the door.

Yan Junze stopped.

Soon a crutch stood out from the door, and the fingers holding the faucet of the crutch were equally thin and crooked.

A hunched and hunched thin old man appeared at the door, but he didn't come out completely, only half of his body was exposed, his hair was thin, his face was wrinkled, and his eyes seemed to have been covered by his eyelids, as if he was looking in the direction of Yan Junze.

Silence.

In the whole square, there was not even the sound of the wind, and there was a dead silence.

"Old man?" Yan Junze was not sure if the other party could understand what he was saying, so he took a step forward and broke the silence.

Looking at the buildings here, it doesn't look like it is in Huaying Dadu, and the old man's facial features are three-dimensional, but because he is too old, he can't tell which Dadu resident's face is, and he can't even know whether the old man is male or female.

The old man did not answer him.

Yan Junze took a few steps forward again and said, "Old man, where is this place?" ”

He still couldn't figure out why he was here.

But the old man remained silent, just staring at him.

At this moment, behind Yan Junze, the cyan masonry moved slightly, making a sound, and the whole masonry was slowly lifted up by something, and in the process, the soil chips kept falling.

Yan Junze also heard a voice from behind, and immediately stopped.

He didn't immediately look back to see what was behind him, and at this moment, the old man in the clock tower stomped his cane on the ground violently, opened his mouth and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Turn your head!" Turn your head! ”

Yan Junze was stunned, feeling that this sentence was so familiar.

The masonry behind him had been completely lifted at this time, and something came out, and there was a sound of dragging on the ground, and not only that, but it was accompanied by the rustling sound of some hard object rubbing against the bluestone bricks.

Yan Junze still didn't turn his head, his subconscious was telling him that he couldn't do this.

The old man standing at the door of the clock tower seemed to be in a hurry, and his crutch slammed into the ground again, and the metal-clad iron head hit the ground with a loud bang.

"Turn your head! Turn your head around! See what that is? ”

The old man's eagerness, the strange sound behind him, and the words "turn your head" kept ringing in Yan Junze's ears.

Rumble!

At this moment, he suddenly woke up, felt lightheaded, and his whole person was dizzy.

"I'm in a dream, I'm in a dream!"

Yan Junze stretched out his right hand to support his forehead, his head was buzzing, and he looked at the clock tower in front of him with his eyes open, as well as the thin old man standing at the door of the bell tower.

The strange sound behind him was getting closer and closer, and the old man's lips were still open, giving a prompt of "turn his head".

Yan Junze endured a feeling of discomfort in his heart, struggled, and put his left hand into his pocket.

"Turn your head!" The old man's voice sounded in his mind like a bell.

In the next second, the rustle behind him was completely close.

A black palm was placed on Yan Junze's shoulder from behind, although this palm was black, it was as if it was burnt, the surface of the black skin was all cracked, and pus could be seen flowing out of the crack.

Of course, Yan Junze didn't have time to watch.

The moment the palm of his hand rested on his shoulder, his left hand, which had reached into his trouser pocket, had already felt a bubble nail.

Without hesitation, I pressed my thumb directly on the side of the needle.

A tingling sensation descended, as if the thumb had really been stabbed by a bubble nail.

The pain made Yan Junze's body tremble, his eyes opened, and he found himself lying in the private room on the second floor of Mansion No. 7, his body curled up on the chair he had just spliced, unconsciously wrapped the futon covering his body tightly, and grabbed the edge of the quilt with both hands.

The lights were on in the private room, but there was no one around, the windows were open, and Xiang'er, who was supposed to be standing aside, was gone.

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