Chapter 42: The Giant Table

The mist had already permeated Shui Miao's feet, and the fog behind him was like a pair of eyes staring straight at his back. In front of him, in the room, he saw a beautiful woman, who was methodically cleaning every corner of the room, and next to a pool of blood on the ground, two women were putting a still bleeding corpse into a black cloth bag. There was no sound during the whole process, even if you passed by the door of the room, you wouldn't notice it, if it wasn't for Shui Miao smelling the faint smell of blood, perhaps, God didn't know it.

He couldn't calm down anymore, but if he made a little noise at this time, the people inside would clean up with him. He tiptoed backwards, and in his fright, his feet fell back to the fence of the hallway, and he stumbled and fell.

"Ahh

At this moment, a man came from behind him, one hand wrapped around his waist, and the other hand covered his mouth to prevent him from making any more sounds.

"Someone. As soon as the words fell, the door to the room was opened, and the three men quickly rushed out, chasing them in three different directions, and after three minutes, the three of them returned, and the door was quickly closed again. Everything in action, clean and well trained.

Shui Miao was saved by that person, originally thought it was Granny Jin, because the person who saved him was obviously a woman, and the woman here was already thankful that she didn't kill him, how could she save him. But this woman is obviously half a head taller than Granny Kim, and there is a faint fragrance on her body, and this fragrance is the kind of fragrance unique to a girl. He had smelled, and just now, and as he retreated, he saw the red garments fluttering in the wind.

Miss Eighteen!

Miss Eighteen took Shui Miao in her arms and hid in a bush, shivering as she counted the numbers. She seemed even more nervous than Shui Miao, who could already feel her tears dripping down her cheeks.

She cried, why?

When Miss Eighteen counted to one hundred and eighty, she seemed to let go of her whole body and sighed. He muttered, "It's okay." ”

Shui Miao turned around, yes, she was the eighteenth miss who showed her the way just now, she disappeared all of a sudden, and now she came back all of a sudden. Why did she save herself, they were meeting for the first time, and even if they added this time, it was only the second time. Miss Eighteen didn't want to explain, and there was no need to explain: "You can go back, now go back in this direction, it's safe." She pointed ahead, where they had just escaped, and with that, she was gone, disappearing into the fog in a matter of steps.

Shui Miao's eyes flashed, she was here to save herself, and after Miss Eighteen pointed the way, it seemed that something had happened, and she came back to save him. She cried, for whom?

"Thank you. Shui Miao whispered in the direction of her departure, this time it was from the heart of thanks, he felt that Miss Eighteen was not as bad as he imagined.

Shui Miao passed by the room again, and he didn't look again, but went straight back to his residence. Seeing that he was sweating profusely, Granny Jin was puzzled: "You, what happened?"

Shui Miao recounted what she had seen and heard today, and Granny Jin thought for a moment, and then said: "You have to be extra careful these days, the more strange things will happen in the future." Remember, don't go anywhere else, try to stay in a crowded place, even if it's in a daze, and wait for someone to disperse and come back immediately. If I'm not mistaken, there is no one left in the West Wing except us. ”

Shui Miao's heart sank, yes, it was too hard today, and I drank for the first time, and I almost got into a big disaster.

And Granny Jin's plan is that there is no problem for her to protect herself alone, so it is safer to let Shui Miao stay in a crowded place, if the people of Yunmeng Villa want the other party's Granny Jin, then it is more dangerous for Shui Miao and Granny Jin to be together. As long as they stay up until the seventh day and the son-in-law selection conference begins, they can take advantage of the chaos to go out, so that day is the best time and the worst time.

On the fourth day, the meeting room was noisy, and there was no laughter, but a lot of discussion.

All the tables have been withdrawn, and in the center of the living room is a table ten meters long and five meters wide, on which are placed models, including models of houses and gardens, and on each model, there is a ceramic figure. Shui Miao finally squeezed into a position, and small people also have the advantage of being small. He saw a very familiar house, without a roof, and he could directly confirm the structure inside, lifelike. To his astonishment, he recognized this as a hut, a place where all the men present had been. Inside the thatched house model, a ceramic figure lies in a squatting pit, his face full of fear.

It was that person, the first person to die, who was dressed, had facial features, and even expressions, just like the living.

And in a garden, there was a legless man lying down, that was the corpse that Shui Miao saw yesterday, and the ceramic man was the same as the one he saw yesterday, with his body facing down and his face facing up. It turned out that Shui Miao went out drunk yesterday and went to the garden.

And in a side room, there is also a ceramic man, that is, Shui Miao poked open the window paper outside the door and saw the corpse being processed, the corpse, without a head.

It turns out that these dead people looked like this when they died.

And the same seven or eight places, which also means that nine people died yesterday.

The death toll is increasing rapidly, how did they die, and why did they die, and not others?

There was a lot of discussion in the living room:

"It seems that from the first time the first person died, all the dead people were made of porcelain as they were before they died. ”

"Brother Tai's words are wrong, are these people made into ceramic people according to their appearance before death, or have they become ceramic people?"

"What do you mean?"

"Could it be that there is some kind of curse, and the cursed person will shrink into a palm-sized ceramic after death, so it will be lifelike?"

"Justified, justified. ”

After death, he became a ceramic man!

Some were curious, some panicked, and one was on the verge of collapse, a man with messy hair and eyes full of fear, who was mad and wanted to overturn the table. He said, "There are ghosts, there are ghosts in this place, I want to go out, I want to go out." ”

But the table seemed to be glued to the floor, only swaying slightly. He sat down on the ground, and suddenly he vomited blood from his mouth and fell down.

He's dead!

Was he scared to death, or was he murdered?

The people who died before were all alone, and the guests only knew their state after death, which was specially arranged by Yunmeng Villa. Whenever a person dies, they quickly clean up the scene, so there are very few people who come across the scene of the first crime. But now, this man will die in full view of everyone, which immediately causes a wave of panic. Those people who were originally calm finally began to mess up, was this person scared to death just now, or was he cursed to death because he wanted to overturn the table?

At this moment, a woman about forty years old, dressed in a flower dress, walked out, smiling and charming: "Ladies and gentlemen, this table and its contents can only be viewed from a distance, not from a distance. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was at least three meters away from this table, and they hung Shui Miao on the spot. Everyone stepped back, and the water was highlighted. Shui Miao immediately realized that something was wrong, and also stepped back, retreating into the crowd.

But Shui Miao was still captured by this woman, although she only looked away for a moment, but at that moment, a trace of killing intent flashed.

One of the guests immediately shouted, "I'm going out, I'm going to quit this convention." ”

"Get out!" said the woman in the flower clothes with a sneer, "I'm afraid that the guests didn't read the content of the invitation carefully, especially the last page." ”

Some people were already looking through the invitations, but those who remembered immediately said, "Whoever enters the villa is not allowed to leave the villa until the meeting ends, even if he dies." ”

Dead, what's the point of leaving the villa.