Chapter Two Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three I Don't Want to Sleep Here
Ye Weilan didn't know, but Qi Ye had studied it, the climate and environment here, it was absolutely impossible to stay outside at night.
The young couple had an unexpected disagreement outside the castle.
Bai Yi frowned: "Sister-in-law is very uneasy......
Yan Shi yawned lazily: "She can't resist the boss, the sister-in-law hasn't realized one thing yet, and when she enters here, there is no place that is safe......"
Qi Dashao dragged her twice, Ye Weilan refused to leave, he simply carried her directly.
Ye Weilan was in his arms, covering her red lips with tears in her eyes: "Can't you really sleep outside?" ”
Qi Dashao didn't bother to speak, and walked inside with someone in his arms.
The castle at night was very cold, Yan Shi was holding a flashlight, and Ye Weilan's big eyes were rolling around.
The long table with silver tableware on top of it comes into view, and the antique atmosphere gives people the illusion of traveling through time and space.
Yan Shitao's eyes flickered: "The map says that there are three rooms here, and people who have died have also lived there." ”
Qi Ye walked straight into a room with Ye Weilan.
Yan Shi and Bai Yi went next door to them.
Ziying turned around and walked into the remaining marker, Qin Yu did not hesitate and followed.
"These things should turn ......to dust when touched," Ye Weilan looked at the furnishings in the room.
Qi Ye's gaze fell on the only bed.
Ye Weilan hugged his neck and buried his face in his heart: "Don't sleep anywhere if you kill me!" ”
Qi Ye smiled, put her on the ground, and pointed to the stool in the room: "Sit down and rest." ”
Qi Meiren shouldn't pit her......
After a day of walking, her feet were indeed sore.
Ye Weilan took out a cushion from his backpack and threw it on the stool, looking at it in surprise that the stool had no signs of decay.
"Such a powerful material and craftsmanship ......" For so long, the iron pestle has been ground into embroidery needles, and these things have not changed.
She sat down on a stool and leaned over to rub her badly affected leg.
Qi Ye walked around the room, probably checking the environment.
Ye Weilan glanced at the bed, and a hairy feeling rose in his heart, and he hurriedly staggered his eyes.
Qi Ye caught a glimpse of his daughter-in-law's expression, and the corners of his lips twitched.
A little idiot with a strong sixth sense.
He walked over to the bed, and with a flick of his knife, he flipped the board over.
The apple that Ye Weilan had just taken a bite of was stuck.
She watched in horror as the bed spun around, and on the other side of the bed, two white bones with twisted postures were entangled.
Poor Mammie Ye was holding an apple in her hand, she didn't spit it out, she didn't swallow it, and she looked at the situation in front of her, her eyes were straight.
Qi Meiren patted her daughter-in-law's face comfortingly.
Glancing at the marks on the two corpses, this kind of mechanism can barely be seen.
This is a fixed pressurized mechanism that only activates when the weight reaches a certain level.
It is impossible for the people who come here to sleep in a room alone, and when the first person lies down and finds that everything is safe, the second person will let down his guard.
The result is one dead and two dead.
In modern times, it is not difficult to make such a mechanism, but it was really remarkable that it was thought of at that time.
Qi Ye restored the bed board to its original state and pulled Ye Weilan up: "Sleep." ”
Ye Weilan's eyes widened, and his speech was a little unfavorable: "In ...... Where to sleep? ”
Qi Ye glanced at the bed.
Miss Ye's little head shook like a rattle, and her legs were wrapped around his waist, with a great posture of not letting go.