"What's wrong?"

"These thirty-six scratches are all exactly the same. And the front is deep and shallow, the pen end trend is left up to right down, I have practiced small seals, writing one is this way of writing, this is definitely my handwriting. ”

"You don't believe me?" I asked Ma Ming, so I crouched down and picked up the stone, and carved it down with the sharp end.

Ma Ming frowned, and seemed to sense that something was wrong. But he is not the kind of person who will be easily swayed by other people's words, so he just said: "Let's go, finish things early and be born early, don't be so nervous." ”

I asked Ma Ming, "Have you ever seen a horror movie in Thailand called 'Ghost Screening'?" ”

Ma Ming said: "It's all a lie. I'm doing this myself, isn't it enough to see ghosts every day? ”

"It's a story about evil spirits lodged in movie tape." I looked up at a point in the void and said to myself: "There is a plot in it, the male protagonist sneaks into the screening room and burns the original tape of the movie in order to destroy the ghost. But this was the beginning of his nightmare, and he was caught in an endless cycle because of this action. "I took a breath to suppress the great fear in my heart.

When a person learns martial arts, the movements are not standard at the beginning and he can't remember the moves. But when this person swings his fist a hundred times and thousands of times, but compared to the ignorance at the beginning, there will definitely be a qualitative change in him. Because that familiarity has been carved into his bone marrow. That's what makes everything so familiar to me.

Ma Ming frowned, his expression became serious, and he no longer thought I was a dream and treated it casually like before. I thought he believed it, but Ma Ming said, "I think you were affected by the ghost baby." ”

I asked what it meant. "Our plans are undoubtedly a great threat to it," he said. It instills a great fear of burning the cradle chair by affecting your memory, and you are now resisting doing it, and it is not exactly what it is trying to do. You're right? ”

I hadn't thought about this level of factors, and the cold sweat came down all of a sudden. What Ma Ming said was reasonable, and I was even convinced for a moment.

Ma Ming said: "So in order to prevent its plan from succeeding, we should burn the baby chair." ”

I couldn't think of a rebuttal for a moment, so I followed him to the front of the room and looked into the dark room before I reacted.

Who the hell am I supposed to listen to? Do you believe that Ma Ming is a ghost baby deception, or trust your instincts? I suddenly realized that Ma Ming is not omnipotent. In that case, I can't rely on him all the time. It's best if it's the kind of situation he's talking about, but what if my instincts are true? If I really get stuck in some kind of samsara...... Ma Ming is just like an NPC in the game, just a character in reincarnation.

I stood at the door of my room, unable to make up my mind. While I was hesitating, Ma Ming had already arranged the things I needed, urging me to hurry in.

Just before I stepped in, he added: "By the way, you don't forget the scarecrow doll that Ma Wen sent to, and you must burn it." Otherwise, it will come out and muddy the water, and it will not be good. ”

I replied with a complicated heart. Actually, I didn't listen to what he said. I hesitated, rubbing my right hand subconsciously into my trouser pocket, which I do when I am anxious.

But this time it was different, I felt something hard in my fingertips, and I was about to pull it out to look at it, but it slid down the hole in my pants pocket.

I followed the sound and looked down, and my pupils suddenly contracted like a needle.

It's the scarecrow doll.

Ma Ming was also silent. I was silent for a moment, then swearing, "I've only been in once before, and I definitely didn't bring the scarecrow out when I went in." ”

Ma Ming asked, "Really not?" ”

"You don't want to think about it, where do I have that guts." I was speechless, "You said before you came that this place is dangerous. I think we may all underestimate the danger involved. ”

Ma Ming was silent for a moment, looking a little convinced of what I said, and if this was the case, he had to believe it. He asked me to recount all the details of what happened before I remembered, and I did so. Ma Ming said: "For today's plan, it seems that there is only one way." ”

I asked what the way was. Ma Ming replied: "Since you said that it was reincarnation to burn the cradle chair in the house, maybe you can crack it by burning the cradle chair in another place." I've never heard of this before, but it may be a little different this time. Moving the cradle chair out of the tunnel and incinerating it away from its area of influence may be the only way to crack it. ”

When I heard this, I was amazed by his boldness at the same time, and at the same time, there was also a feeling of fear in my heart, after all, the ghost baby was really in the cradle chair, and the matter of carrying the cradle chair was not to mention.

I asked, "Do you move or do I move?" ”

Ma Ming replied, "Take turns." ”

I was relieved to hear this, and even took the lead in and moved the cradle chair out. I was scared all the time, but fortunately there were no accidents, and I was lucky enough to move the cradle chair out.

I don't know what kind of wood the cradle chair is made of, it doesn't look big, but when you carry it, it feels like it's as heavy as a huge steel pot.

Ma Ming and I took turns walking in the tunnel with cradle chairs on our backs. During this time, Ma Wen did not appear again, and it seemed to take a resigned attitude to what we were doing. When I was carrying the cradle chair, Ma Ming held a flashlight in front of me to illuminate it, and when Ma Ming carried the cradle chair, I lit him instead. In this way, one after the other, the seemingly long distance was also walked by us step by step.

When I was thinking that I could completely move the cradle chair out in two more turns, I wiped the hot sweat on my cheeks, I don't know if it was my delusion, I always felt that the cradle chair was getting heavier and heavier, and it was originally just the weight of an iron pot, as if someone was buckling my back one by one, and at the same time, a cold breath that seemed to be absent hit my neck......

Ma Ming walked far away, and when he heard my footsteps not following, he swept me behind me with a flashlight, urging: "Hurry up and ......" He didn't say anything left, and a look of shock suddenly appeared in his eyes, I knew that he had seen something, and I felt bad. Ma Ming said in a hurried tone: "Don't look back!" ”

However, it was too late, and I had already subconsciously turned back. At that moment, the weight of the heavy cradle chair on his back suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a light and cold feeling. The moment I turned around, the thing suddenly turned into a rope and wrapped around me, strangling me out of breath.

The last thing I saw before I fell unconscious was the ghost baby riding on my shoulder, looking at me with a hideous face, and his hands tightly around my neck.

When I woke up again, the crescent moon was setting in the west, and the half-light sky seemed extraordinarily high and clear, and the white glimmer of the day's fish belly had already appeared in the distance. Ma Ming was squatting next to me smoking, and the cigarette butts had fallen on the ground under his feet, and the cradle chair was placed not far from him, which had changed greatly, and the whole chair body was covered with a full of cinnabar charms with a yellow background for restraint.

Hearing my faint moan, he turned his face and said expressionlessly, "Are you awake?" ”

I clutched my aching throat and couldn't figure out the situation: "How long have I been dizzy?" "Didn't you ask Ma Ming before that the time was still half past two in the morning, why is it almost dawn now?

"It's just ten minutes." Ma Ming said, his face a little heavy. Seeing that I was puzzled, I took off my watch and handed it over. I was amazed at one glance, because not only did the minute and hour hands stop at half past two, but the second hand kept moving back......

Ma Ming glanced at the cradle chair and said, "That thing deliberately interfered with the timing of my watch, we thought it was still half past two in the morning, but in fact it was already five in the morning." We repeat the process of forgetting and waking up in the tunnels, and we are played around by it. If you hadn't found out, we'd probably be killed by this thing. He took another drag on his cigarette, his face melancholy.

"Anyway, this time you made your own judgment correctly. You're doing a great job and trust your instincts because I can't always be right. Finally, Ma Ming patted me on the shoulder and said. There was a heavy exhaustion on his face, and his lips were white, and he looked like he was desperate to save me.

I can't tell what it feels like. This time the situation is really dangerous. I glanced at the cradle chair, and even though it seemed quiet now with a charm attached to it, I was apprehensive about it. So he turned the topic back to the topic and said, "How to deal with this cradle chair?" ”

"It's burning." Ma Ming replied almost without hesitation. He threw a lighter into my arms and said, "I did something with this thing before you woke up, and I'm sure it's not a threat now." You go, I'll rest for a while. ”

I said, "Okay." He walked over. There was a faint cry from the cradle chair, but the cry could not even be dispersed, and it sounded in the small square inch.

Just as I was two steps away from the cradle chair, something suddenly fell from my arms, it was the scarecrow. But didn't I leave it at the door of my room? You can't catch up with yourself, right? As I was thinking so, I suddenly saw a graceful figure appear in front of me.

She was wearing a cheongsam, her face was very delicate, and her raised eyes brought out a bit of charm. For some reason, it was the first time I had seen her, but I had a familiar feeling in my heart. As soon as she spoke, I immediately knew who she was, and she said, "Young Master......"

Ma Ming's face changed, and he shouted: "Shen Yi retreat!" ”