Who killed the robin?

The workmanship of cypress wood is a little rough, and the precipitation of age makes the lacquer color dull.

The pattern is faintly visible, and the protruding part is somewhat faded by rubbing.

The inside of the small box was not oiled, the texture of the wooden board was rough, and she laid some soft petals.

It used to be a cheap music box, and the sound machinery inside was rusty and broken.

Now, it houses another silent machine.

It's broken too.

She shook her head, secretly banishing the idea. She didn't want to compare her bird to this.

The machine was too cold, and it used to be lukewarm, lukewarm and alive.

But the music box used to sing, and so did it, and if the metal oxidizes, the flesh and blood don't oxidize?

"The birth, aging, sickness and death of the body is a process of chronic oxidation. ”

She forgot that the teacher of the major class had said this.

She walked very slowly, and her two friends, who accompanied her, also walked very slowly.

It wasn't too far from the school, maybe less than two kilometers, but they walked for a long time.

The box was given to her by Chonglin, who was her friend, the little boy on the left with a black natural curl. He was as tall as she was, not too short. But compared to Liu Xili on her right, he doesn't look so much like a boy's height.

Liu Xili is also her friend. The girl's hair was shoulder-length and brown like the wooden box. A bunch of braids could be faintly seen in her right side of her hair, like the dark lines on the side of the box.

A wisp of bangs hung down from Liu Xili's forehead. She took the hairpin off and pinned the restless strand back to the left.

Today's card is a bird, which she chose for her in the past. At that time, she hesitated between this cartoon bird and the thin card of rhinestones. She said this one was cute, and she liked birds.

Her baby bird died.

Who killed the robin?

The atmosphere was a bit heavy along the way. Liu Xili tried to say something so that the air was not so stiff. But she didn't talk, he just followed her, and every time Liu Xili took a deep breath, she just exhaled heavily.

"It's here. ”

"Is it okay? I don't even have a name. ”

Liu Xili shouted quietly and looked at the door suspiciously.

The signboard was empty, and the heavy wooden doors didn't look like they were open.

At the door, where the sweeping lady was hanging, there was a black human-shaped woolen ball hanging abruptly, and the limbs were very uncoordinated, like a half-finished voodoo doll.

The color of the door is very dark, and there are mysterious patterns on it, and I don't know what kind of wood it is. They just felt depressed, staring at it, as if it was going to collapse at any moment, slap them — or something strange pouring out.

They were cranky.

"I'm not sure......," Chonglin spread his hands, "I mentioned it when I listened to two people chatting in the corridor between classes. One of them had something to do, and I went up to ask the other person. He said his friend worked in a nameless house. ”

I don't know when the rumors started to boil in the school.

Legend has it that in the alley about two kilometers behind the back door of the school, a strange new shop has opened. The owner was a psychic who claimed to be able to talk to the dead.

And this kind of ability was obtained after she walked before the ghost gate and picked up a life.

Textbook gimmick, anyone who has read a few metaphysical novels has heard such a plot.

But the sudden fame is not unreasonable. It is said that this shop has been open for a while, and it has been deserted. But one day, the family of a victim of a case came here and cried about what happened to them.

And after she left, she quickly provided the police with a key piece of evidence, which made significant progress in the case in a short period of time, and finally brought the killer to justice.

In the final analysis, it is related to feudal superstition, and there is no official news media to publicize it. But the news spread on the Internet, and many people came here one after another, and no matter what the answer was, the guests would say: yes, like he would say.

What's more, the store manager did provide a lot of important clues that the parties didn't know about.

Received a materialist education and experienced a long baptism of biochemistry - Chonglin did not believe it. He only mentioned it to the frustrated Shi Xue as a talking point, but he didn't expect her to ask as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw.

In the afternoon, the boy in the corridor was called Anseong, who was on the other shift, and came to find his friend. It just so happened that his friend was working at the Nameless House, and Anseong pointed the way.

"To be honest, Ancheng himself doesn't believe in this ...... very much," Chonglin emphasized again. But Shi Xue was very persistent, and she stepped forward and prepared to knock on the door.

Moments before her finger bones touched it, it opened.

A girl came out head-on, with her head down, not looking at them. But she deftly passed Shi Xue sideways, and did not bump into her, only some long yellow hair brushed her cheeks.

Shi Xue could feel a slender softness, accompanied by a faint fragrance, not like a perfume.

But she only glanced back at her, and then turned her gaze back to the store.

The door was open inward, as if someone was against it.

What did she drop?Chonglin heard a crisp sound as he picked up an object on the ground.

It was an hourglass pendant, less than half the size of a palm, protected by a delicate metal frame, and the glass parts were not broken.

The sand inside is also golden, and through the setting sun, it exudes a sparkling brilliance.

But the girl had already gone far.

When Chonglin turned around, he found that the two girls had already entered the door, so he hurriedly ran in with an hourglass.

The door slowly closed as he entered, a dark red carpet druffling out everyone's footsteps. Only the moment the door was carefully closed, the bell inside made a screeching sound.

Shi Xue smelled a rich aroma, which was the smell of the girl who had just gone out.

A few small incense burners were curling with smoke, and she could hardly describe the smell.

Like an unsmelled flower, with notes of wood and a hint of musk and sandalwood – it's complicated.

The light inside the house is dim, but you can still see the outline of things inside.

It doesn't look like a sooth house, it's more like a warehouse or something. Except for the path for people to walk, there are hills of debris on both sides.

"Like a treasure trove of dragons. ”

Chonglin whispered to Shi Xue. It's too cluttered, but it's so varied, and there's everything.

A silver cross with a Gothic pattern with a touch of rust leans against the wall, and a delicate satin hangs from it.

In front of the bohemian curtain, a string of broken beads is scattered on the ground.

A few strange figurines, presumably from Southeast Asia, have strange symbols painted on their faces, and a few Bodhidharmas, who have lost their center of gravity, lean crookedly to the side.

A specimen of a black bear is vivid, but the light dust obscures its realism. The bear wears an Indian crown of feathers on its head and piles of scriptures of many different doctrines under its feet.

The walls are decorated with Dunhuang-like murals, but the windows are magnificent glazed windows like the interior of the church.

Liu Xili took out a wooden sword from it, and drew some symbols with ink on it. She pulled the sword out of its sheath and looked at it carefully, it was indeed a peachwood sword, the same as the one at home.

It's so weird, it's really ...... It's weird. It's inexplicable.

Liu Xili frowned and couldn't help repeating. She felt uncomfortable. The rich aroma also made it difficult for her to breathe.

Chonglin gently tugged at the corner of her clothes and signaled the direction of Shi Xue.

Sitting behind a red velvet tablecloth was a young woman. This was very different from Chonglin's vision, he thought he would be an old man pretending to be a ghost.

The woman's nails were long, stained with ruby-like nail polish, and refracted a cat's eye under the candlelight on the table.

She wears a different ring on each finger, and her little finger wears a long copper-colored armor cover. Different styles, different materials, different jewelry, look heavy, making her thin fingers like branches full of fruits, crumbling.

The woman's bright red mouth was studded with lip nails. Her long hair was curled in large curls at the lower end, and she was draped around her ears and chest, revealing shiny earrings and studs.

The strings of jewels that hung from her chest were like heavy chains. Her robe, tattooed with gold thread, is exactly like the witch in the fairy tale book.

The woman's eyes were tan, and through the edge of her robe, she lowered her gaze, staring quietly at the crystal ball between her and Shi Xue. It's the same as a fairy tale.

The refrigeration effect in the store is very good, it is too good, Chonglin already feels a little cold.

- To be continued -