Chapter 3 Rendezvous

(No class, let's have a shot)

I'm starting to get a little sick of these things now. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with two eyes like cowbells. The fat man was downstairs cleaning up the stuff he had just had. I cooperated very well and did not ask what the fat man was going to do with the corpse as last time, but went upstairs silently.

It was very dark in the room. I didn't turn on the lights, just lay in bed and looked at the ceiling. I couldn't see anything, but I felt that the only way I could tell if I was open or closed. Only then will it be possible for me to fall asleep slowly.

I don't know if the fat man and Lan found anything just now. When I saw the body, I noticed a mole just below the mark on his neck. I'm really familiar with the location of this mole. Just when the fat man and I secretly returned to my hometown, the fat man and I were trapped under the well in front of the ancestral house. At that time I saw a man. This person also appeared on the Thousand Coffin Plank Road. It's the faceless monster that threw me off the boardwalk.

This man appeared twice, and the second time he appeared in the chamber below the well, and then I saw a mole on his neck in the light. The location of this mole is exactly the same as that on the corpse.

It is said that there can be no identical leaves in this world, and there can be no identical fingerprints. Then I have every reason to believe that it is impossible for different people to have exactly the same mole in the exact same area. I can even vividly remember that the mole had a long hair on it. It's a bit disgusting to say that, but I really remember it. It can be difficult for a person to remember something, but some casual memories are incomparably deeper. Like the memory I have of the mole on the neck of a corpse. I can't explain why, but I'm sure I'm not the only one who has this ability.

But if the corpse downstairs is the strange man in the secret room of the well before, that is, the faceless monster on the plank road of the thousand coffins. Then why did he appear in front of me in so many capacities? And he was disguised into an uncle, which means that he must be on the uncle's side. Then in that case, why did he let me and the fat man out in that secret room under the well, why didn't he just lock us up inside and kill us directly. Wouldn't that save a lot of trouble? Also, since he is an uncle's person, why did he let me see the diary in the secret room? If I were an uncle, even if I were to destroy this kind of thing, I wouldn't be able to see it.

It's fucking unscientific.

I rubbed my face and touched my eyelids to make sure I was still open. Then he took out his phone from under the pillow and glanced at the time.

The fat man has been tossing like this for most of the night, and now it is almost half past four in the morning. This fucking fucking fuck. I got up from the bed and sat on the edge of the bed, and reached under the fat man's pillow with my backhand to get a cigarette.

If it had been in a ghost novel or a supernatural novel, or if I had touched it like that, I would have felt a hand under his pillow or a hand of blood. But after all, this is only a bridge in a novel, and I don't believe in this ethereal thing.

He took out the fat man's cigarette, took out one and put it under his nose and sniffed it. Then I rubbed it vigorously, and the finely chopped tobacco leaves leaked out of the pipe.

Although I said before that I don't smoke, after the last time I smoked in the Kunlun Mountain temple, I also began to like the feeling of being dizzy after being paralyzed by nicotine. However, I still understand that smoking is harmful to health. And I'm not addicted to that yet. So if you can control it, try to control it.

The tobacco leaves mixed with saliva spread in the mouth. The spicy taste made me feel excited, and my whole body was refreshed.

Stood up and straightened in the dark, then went to the window and pulled the curtains open. At high latitudes, the sky generally brightens early. I could feel the slightest hint of yellowing in the sky outside.

He patted his face, turned around and went downstairs.

It's time for Hetao to arrive today. One person carries so many things, I have to pick him up. Don't come all the way to set up nothing at that time, and then something will happen at the door.

When I went downstairs, the fat man was still mopping the floor. Although the entire first floor has been washed with dish soap, the faint fishy sweet smell has not dissipated.

I waved at the fat man, indicating that I was going out. The fat man saw it, threw the rag in his hand to the ground, and was about to follow me. I stopped the fat man and said it was almost dawn. If you don't clean this floor again, beware of the proprietress waking up and cutting you.

The fat man thought about it, weighed the pros and cons, and finally gave me the car keys and told me to be careful.

I nodded. Although I am still a rookie, I am no longer the same little rookie. Rookies can still mix to the level of old rookies, let alone me.

Waving my hand to tell the fat man not to worry, I got in the car and rushed out of town.

He Tao told me that he would be here around six o'clock this morning. Looking at the time, he was probably almost there when I arrived.

I parked the car sideways under the city wall at the entrance of the town, and I hid in the car to blow the heater and didn't bother to get out of the car. During this time, no one came to drive me away because I was obstructing traffic. It seems that the cold of this winter has made everyone not want to move.

Blowing the warm air conditioner in the car and watching the snow outside. All of a sudden, I was sleepy. I rummaged through the boxes and found the cigarettes left by the fat man in the car.

Take a puff. My heart said. With that, I lit a cigarette and took a puff.

I didn't swallow the cigarette in my stomach, I just held it in my mouth. But even when I put it in my mouth, the spicy taste of the cigarette rushed straight to the top of my head. I held it for less than two seconds before I coughed up. The kind where the mouth and nose smoke at the same time. But then again, it's a little more energetic.

I smoked a cigarette in the car, choked three or four times, and finally finished it. And at this time, the sky outside finally brightened through.

It was at this time that several small black dots appeared in the distance. This is still very conspicuous in a vast white snow.

I know it's Hetao coming. Because as far as I know, there shouldn't be so many people driving to this place overnight in the snow and skidding.

I pressed the window to peek out, only to find it was too cold outside. As soon as the windows were lowered, I quickly went up again.

Sitting in the car and watching the black dots gradually stop in front of me, I knew that it would be a bit uninteresting not to get out of the car at this time. So he gritted his teeth, pushed the door open and walked out.

One foot deep and one foot shallow, he walked up to the leading car, knocked on the window, and the window was lowered. There was a black man poking out inside.

I was stunned for a moment, and my heart said that I rely on it, knowing that Yunnan people are easy to get tanned. But I haven't seen it for a long time, why the fucking black is almost burned. (To be continued.) )