I was woken up by the cold, and a bad feeling came to my heart, and I suddenly remembered that it was not Liu Ling who was with me, but Qingqing. She's lying in my arms now, covered with a blanket, and I'm dressed well, so nothing should have happened, right? My head hurts so much that I can't remember anything.

Looking at her sleeping face, too frightened to move, gently put the blanket over her. I looked at my phone, it was already past five in the morning, what should I do? Whether it has happened or not, Liu Ling knows whether he will beat me.

My brain is going to explode.

At this time, an old face leaned over from the back seat, so frightened that I sat up quickly with Qingqing in my arms, she rubbed her eyes, and said lazily: "It's not dawn yet." "Leaned on my shoulder again and fell asleep.

It turned out to be Mr. Ominato, has this old thing been peeking around?

"What's wrong with you? What are you doing at this time? I scolded softly.

"I haven't drawn a picture of the spring palace yet." He said.

"What spring palace map?"

He pointed to the roof of the car, the light was too dim to notice just now, I turned on the interior lights and tilted my head to look. Damn, on the roof of the off-white upholstered car, there are four squares painted, and the first one is called a kiss that is intense, almost grabbing my hair and gnawing wildly. The last three squares are empty. The dead old man also marked with words, and put an arrow from my mouth, writing the words "Little Lingzi".

"What's wrong with you, why is this painting on the roof of the car?" I was furious.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, it's almost." Mr. Ominous muttered. "I even have poetry in mind."

He looked very sorry, I looked for it, and sure enough, there were two columns of small letters near the car window:

In the wilderness of the wilderness, he fought naked in the ice and snow. Don't complain about spring poison aphrodisiac, and be willing to be a mandarin duck and not envy immortals.

"What the are you a ghost of Dongying, what kind of Chinese poem is it? Fight your sister! I yelled, this stupid old man, with a simple scourge, I wanted him to tell me ghost stories and draw a few pictures of heroes to Liu Ling, but it turned out to be good, and he actually painted a picture of the Spring Palace on the roof of the car. Stealing chickens is not a recipe for rice.

"What's the noise?" Qingqing got up from my arms, saw the gaping hole in Mr. Unknown's throat, screamed in fright, and prepared to go to the locker to find a gun.

"Qingqing, don't be afraid, I know this guy, not a demon." I quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her back, wrapped the blanket around her upper body, but she took off her clothes herself. I saw that her lips were black, I thought it was poisonous, I wiped it with my hand, I actually wiped it off, it smelled like ink, I looked at my lips again, it was also pitch black, no wonder there was a strange smell, and I thought it was the effect of the poisonous insects.

"What's going on, old man?" I asked.

"I wanted to talk about it after drawing the picture of the Spring Palace, but I remember that this girl's name is Qingqing, but what you are shouting from your mouth is Xiao Lingzi. So I'm going to paint it on you with my pure ink, and the next time you're sober, I'll paint three more paintings. ”

"Draw your sister, you don't have a chance!" I yelled.

"What Liu Ling?" Qingqing asked suddenly.

The dead old man looked at her, raised his head and pointed to the roof of the car, and said, "Look at my painting." ”

I hurriedly covered Qingqing's eyes and said, "Don't look! ”

Qingqing pushed my hand away and hid in my arms, seeing that Mr. Unknown had no malicious intentions, he raised his head and looked at the painting, and the more he looked at his expression, the more wrong it became.

I clenched my fists and glared at Mr. Unknown, eager to go up and punch him.

"Don't look at it, hurry up and get dressed and hurry." As I spoke, I picked up Qingqing's clothes and put them on her.

Qingqing finished reading the painting, then turned her head to stare at me, her expression was not very friendly, and she slowly raised her palm in the air, as if she was going to hit someone.

"How...... What's wrong? It just seems that we were poisoned, a little confused, I can explain this, it really didn't mean to. I quickly explained.

A big slap from "PIA" hit me in the face, and she returned to the passenger seat after the slap and quickly got dressed.

"This is really an accident, the worms in the sweet potato last night seem to be ......"

"Shut up!" She roared, "Kiss me, actually call Liu Ling's name, who am I?" ”

"No, this old man painted blindly, I didn't shout." I said.

Mr. Unknown leaned over and said, "I saw it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears, how could I be wrong, I thought that this woman's nickname was Xiao Lingzi." ”

I punched him and got caught in the big hole in his neck, and I yelled, "Loosen up, believe it or not, throw you out in the sun." ”

"You say, did I scribble?" He's still in the works.

"I don't know, I'm poisoned, I'm confused, otherwise how would I ......" I was furious, and threw the broken pen away later.

Mr. Ominous raised his head and let go of my hand, took out a small piece of paper and handed it to me, which was supposed to open my cigarette case, and said, "This is the portrait of the old man selling sweet potatoes." ”

The old man above is actually bald, as if he is standing outside the car window, could it be that he is looking out the window when we make love? This look, that watch, makes us look like we're making a movie.

"Why is it bald, is he peeking?" I asked.

"Not only is he bald, but he is also a monk with a ring scar on the top of his head. He knocked on the glass with a hammer, but it didn't break, and when he saw that I was drawing him, he scared away. ”

From this point of view, this guy drugged us, probably trying to arrest someone, the target will not be Qingqing, he stared at Qingqing for a long time last night.

"You drew this messy picture of the Spring Palace, so big and so clear. To draw the murderer's appearance, use a broken cigarette case. "I didn't say angrily, it's really an old man who doesn't do his job, and I don't know what the Onmyoji is doing when he catches him in the corpse research institute, making ghost files?

"There's no paper."

Qingqing had already dressed, leaned on the seat, and looked out of the window sullenly, the sky was already slightly bright, and it was white outside, I looked at her, I didn't know what to say, if I really called Liu Ling's name last night, it was indeed too much, and I deserved to be slapped.

Just buy a sweet potato to eat, why did it cause so many troubles. I drove the car on the road and turned on the snow mode, and the first thing I did was to go to Tanggu Town, find this broken old man, and kill him. If it weren't for the bulletproof window glass, the consequences would be unimaginable. We slept like dead pigs last night, and we guess Qingqing is in danger.

"It's dawn, I'm going to sleep." The ominous old man said.

I was in no mood to pay attention to him, so I picked up the black pen and was about to throw him out the window, but a voice came from inside, "Don't throw me away, or I won't be able to paint for you." ”

Thinking that the old man had saved us last night, he threw the pen into the box and looked at the painting on the roof of the car, not knowing how to wipe it off, looking awkward.

"This ...... What to do? I asked.

"What to do? Do you think it's ancient, and you have to be nice to you if you have a hello or something? A turtle. Qingqing said angrily.

"I really didn't mean it, I was in a daze, and when I turned my head, I saw Liu Ling."

"Shut up!" Qingqing was furious.

I was so scared that I quickly shut up and drove honestly.

The car has a strong grip ability, and I don't drive slowly, I want to find the old man, so that I can breathe out and make Qingqing feel more comfortable. Soon arrived at Tanggu Town, it was more than seven o'clock, where is there any market? I didn't see a few people when I turned around, it was freezing and snowy, and people didn't get up.

There are small red houses everywhere, basically two or three stories high, there are many bungalows, the streets are particularly wide, and they seem a little desolate, and a big snow-capped mountain stands in the distance, a vast and sparsely populated place.

The breakfast shop was open, and I looked at Qingqing, her eyes closed, covered with a blanket, and I didn't know if she was asleep.

"Are you hungry, why don't you have some breakfast first?" I asked.

She got up from her seat, opened the car door, and entered the breakfast shop, where we ate a bowl of noodles and felt so refreshed that I didn't dare to look up at Qingqing, and she didn't say a word. When I was paying, I asked the boss how to get to the fairy tale village, and he said that it was open to the snow-capped mountains, and there was a village there that seemed to be called that, but he had never been there.

I thought the snow-capped mountain was very close, but after driving for more than an hour, the snow-capped mountain went straight to the sky, covered with snow, which was extremely spectacular.

I saw a sparse village, the houses here are all small one-story bungalows, the exterior walls are painted with colorful paint, the colors are very bright, red and yellow, but to this empty and desolate village, add a little vitality, is this the origin of the fairy tale village?