He knew that even if he said anything, Xiaowei wouldn't be able to hear it, and even if he could hear it, he might not be able to respond to him.

Sure enough, as if she hadn't heard anything, Xiaowei continued to wander around the wooden house, moving her pace unhurriedly.

When Xiaowei stepped on the wooden board and made a 'dong' sound every time, Wang Zheng always felt as painful as stepping on his heart.

It's just that he can't continue to do anything else now, it's impossible to even escape, he doesn't know about this wooden house at all, and even after escaping, he doesn't know where he has been, and things with complicated terrain and location will happen one after another.

In desperation, Wang Zheng had to sit in a corner of the wooden house and quietly watch what Xiaowei would do next.

When paying attention to the details of Xiaowei's every movement, Wang Zheng saw Xiaowei's appearance, which was different from when he was in the corridor before.

The cold expression disappeared, but there was a little more sadness, giving people a feeling of being wronged.

Why does she have a sad face on her face? Could it be that I have suffered some grievances before?

If this is the case, then what is this grievance? Was he self-inflicted, or was it a classmate in their class?

Wang Zheng thought about it for a long time, but he didn't know why.

Just when Wang Zheng was puzzled, Xiaowei stopped wandering. Then I saw her walking towards the outside of the house.

Wang Zheng really wanted to follow up and take a look, wondering what she was doing, or something she didn't know in her life.

I thought it would take a long time, but I didn't expect that-

Less than two minutes after she went out, Xiaowei was back again.

Wang Zheng didn't want to be discovered, so he hurriedly returned to the corner before, although all this was in a hurry, and the stupid man could see what he was doing before, but Xiaowei seemed to really see nothing, and walked straight inside.

Wang Zheng clearly saw that Xiaowei was holding a bundle of rope in her hand, as well as a wind chime......

That wind chime is Xiaowei's favorite toy. This Wang Zheng still knows.

Why do you say that, because from Wang Zheng's current angle, you can see that there is a deep crack in the wind chime, and at a glance, you can see that it was broken by Wang Zheng, who was naughty when he was a child, and Xiaowei cried all night because of it.

And now, Wang Zheng regrets it, and secondly, he is also puzzled.

She is holding a rope and wind chimes, what is this going to do?

Then, I saw Xiaowei put these on the table next to her, then lifted the chair next to the table, then looked at the position above the wooden house, and finally determined a point, and then placed the chair in that 'point' place.

Then she took the rope from the table, stepped on the chair, and tied the rope to a plank above the hut, and tied it to it in a dead knot.

Seeing all this, Wang Zheng vaguely knew what Xiaowei's next move was, but this was just his personal guess.

After Xiaowei came down, she took the wind chime on the table and shook it lightly a few times.

"Bell bell bell ......"

In an instant, the wind chimes made a crisp sound.

Xiaowei actually laughed when she heard the voice, but she just smiled indifferently, but not that kind of deep smile, just a skin smile without smiling.