In this way, Li Xin and the others stayed at Mr. Fang's house.

It was getting late soon, a few stars were twinkling, and Mr. Fang also made a large table of dishes to entertain them, and I have to say that the widower whose wife died also made a good dish.

As soon as the dishes were served, they attracted almost everyone, and Mr. Fang also tinkered with them from the kitchen for a long time, serving more than a dozen dishes at a time.

The first thing is a simple scrambled egg with tomatoes, but the aroma of the eggs and the sweetness of the tomatoes fill the air.

"I'm a little... Feel like the scent of the poison you made. "Zhu Haipeng is also very tricky by Li Xin's medicine.

Probably only Zhang Xiaotian's dishes can be compared with him.

Li Xin also slapped Zhu Haipeng with his elbow, and the four of them sat on both sides of the table, and that Xiaojie was also sitting in a corner.

To be honest, although all of them were attracted by the aroma of the food, their attention was always on this little Jie.

At this time, he was like a normal child again.

"Did you find anything?" I wish Haipeng to send script messages to others.

Song Yan, who was staring at Xiaojie, also shook her head, and she didn't find anything abnormal: "Did you find anything wrong?" ”

"No, I always felt like we were focusing on the wrong point... You see, he doesn't seem to be any different from an ordinary child now. There used to be a little girl in my family, like a little bird, just as lively as him. Zhu Haipeng also said.

"Shall we make contact with him?" Song Yan wants to know some of the plot, but of course it may be dangerous.

And the two people staring at the kitchen also have this idea, and they have also experienced several horror movies together, and the division of labor is also very clear.

"There is nothing unusual in the kitchen, there is no problem with the ingredients, I have seen it, it is just an ordinary dish, not something strange... Meat. "Li Xin doesn't want to eat and eat some fingers or something, so everyone is embarrassed.

There are a lot of ghosts, and these are all pediatrics.

"Okay, no kidding, it's kind of disgusting." Song Yan also thought of various pictures. She also continued: "Then I'll go and contact Xiaojie." ”

Song Yan also left his seat, Xiaojie was playing with his fingers there alone at this time, speaking of which, there are not many modern things in this room, most of them are quite old.

I always feel a little wrong, Xiaojie's toys are a lot, and they are also old, but they are very clean, and there is still a sense of weirdness.

"Xiaojie?" Song Yan squatted down next to Xiaojie's chair and called him softly.

"Aang?" But then Xiao Jie's eyes were filled with a kind of dazedness, as if he had never seen the person in front of him.

"He seems to be a stranger to us." Li Xin also sent script messages to others.

"I've also noticed it, so I'll keep in touch, and you'll give me support at any time." Song Yan also sighed in his heart.

"What do you usually do alone?" Song Yan also said softly.

"Play..."Xiaojie's answer was not surprisingly short at all.

"What are you playing?" Song Yan did not give up.

"Play with everything, play with toys...", Xiao Jie still replied meaninglessly, these are things that all of them can see.

This seven or eight-year-old always felt that something was wrong.

"Huh? And what about your friends? ”

"Friends?" Xiaojie was a little confused.

"Yes, what about your classmates?"

"Classmates?"

It seems that he has not yet gone to school, so he should be able to go to school at this age.

"We write down a little bit, and anything that doesn't make sense can be a clue." Li Xin also said very seriously.

Then he added: "Anything that conforms to common sense, in a horror movie, may also be a clue." ”

“………”

“………”

It is equivalent to an answer that is not said.

But others also wrote it down.

Song Yan also glanced at Xiao Jie, who was still playing with his fingers, and then asked, "Haven't you gone to school yet?" ”

But at this time, Xiaojie's attention was attracted by other places, and he jumped out of the chair and walked towards the window.

There was a butterfly flying in.

Song Yan didn't continue to chase after him and ask, after all, it doesn't quite fit the movie, maybe it will be NG, and the butterfly at this time will definitely not have other information, a hint of the script.

"What conclusions have you reached?" Song asked.

"In general, Xiaojie doesn't seem to have much of a problem, except that it was cold that day, and he hasn't gone to school yet, and he has lost his mother since he was a child." Li Xin can only come up with these.

He also watched Mr. Fang bring a plate of shrimp, and then said with a script message: "And there is no problem here." It's twelve o'clock at noon, and we'll try to observe the place again after dinner, and if not, we'll go out and look around. It stands to reason that the plot should be in this room. ”

After half an hour of busy work inside and out, Mr. Wang finally finished all the dishes.

"Good craftsmanship!" Li Xin also praised.

"I smelled the fragrance early in the morning!" Yu Niantian also moved his index finger.

"Don't dare, I've learned a hand over the years, you can taste it, there are no particularly good dishes." Mr. Fang is also very modest.

A group of people also began to move, and the dishes on the table also calmed them down for a long time. Even if everyone can't let their guard down, they can find a little peace of mind in such an unfamiliar environment.

"I always feel like there's something wrong!" Li Xin said the same.

"I always felt like I was at home. But this is a horror movie with no solution, and I think this feeling is the most dangerous. But he was always on his toes.

I didn't eat much food, but I wish Haipeng the most open, and he has experienced the least horror movies. And this feeling is also the way he doesn't have to work for a long time.

"It's also very hard for Mr. Fang to take Xiaojie alone." Li Xin began to ask some questions. He also hopes to get some information about the script.

"Actually, it's okay, but I'm afraid that Xiaojie will be sad, after all, part of the love is missing." When Mr. Fang mentioned this, he looked a little frustrated.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Li Xin, you are busy apologizing, after all, this Xiaojie is still at the dinner table.

"It's okay, it's already happened anyway, and now he should be used to it."

"Speaking of which, I've been interested in paranormal events lately, so I wanted to know if there are any legends here, and we've heard a lot of weird things when we travel around the world. Of course, it's just boring and having fun. Zhu Haipeng also asked directly.

These few words made Song Yan almost like him. It doesn't make the script feel problematic to say it. It can also bring the topic directly to the supernatural event.