Alice seems to be recovering well, her face is rosy, and she should have recovered from her panic, which is exciting news.

They found that the little girl was more lively than they had imagined, and after recovering her spirits, Alice went to many places in less than half a day, such as going to the well at the head of the village to fetch water, calling a sailor to accompany her, and going to the forest to collect mushrooms, calling the fruit seller.

Everyone who followed Alice away came back with a satisfied look of joy, but compared to normal people, their complexion was a little white, not only the color, but also the beginning to become transparent, and the cyan veins and blood vessels under the skin could be seen clearly.

The only people with normal skin color are Hodge, Lloyd, Oliver, and Marjery.

"I'm a little cold. Alice said, shrinking the collar of her dress.

"Cold?" Lloyd looked at the fireplace, the knight's physique made him not pay much attention to the change in temperature, and only then did he find that the firewood in the fireplace had been completely burned to ashes, and the place where the firewood was stacked was empty, apparently all the firewood collected from all over the village had been burned, no wonder Alice felt cold.

"Marjery, go outside and cut down that row of little camphor trees. He thought of the row of small trees at the entrance of the village, and ordered, "Cut them all, the trunks of the small trees are so thin that they may not last long, and we will have to stay here for at least one night." ”

Marjery slapped his thigh and was about to get up to get the axe that was leaning against the door, but was held down by a hand behind him.

Hodge said: "I'd better go, I've been staying in the house for a few days, it's weird." ”

"You can't do it, doctor. ”

Marjery looked at his small body, especially puzzled.

"Don't worry. Hodge waved his hand nonchalantly, "I'm not as weak as you think, big man." ”

He walked straight out of the door, until the moment he closed the wooden door, cold sweat ran down his earlobes and cheeks, and the rate of his breathing became rapid.

He didn't know why this was at all, but he faintly felt that the sense of disobedience brought to him by the surrounding environment was getting stronger and stronger, especially in the presence of Alice, it would almost produce a sense of oppression similar to suffocation, so he took the opportunity to come out and breathe.

"Something is wrong, something must be wrong. ”

But he just couldn't find anything wrong, everything around him was normal in his cognition, there was nothing to doubt at all, only intuition always reminded him that he was in danger.

"I'll have to think about it. ”

He wants to find out where there are logical loopholes in recent events, and through contradictory self-attacks, he may be able to find out where something is wrong.

But he still found nothing, and he couldn't pick out any unreasonable points in the events that had happened, even with an extremely harsh eye.

This reasonableness is the biggest irrationality, knowing that what really happened often has some inexplicable behaviors, depending on what the participants thought at the time, it may just be a fleeting moment, so when the incident has passed, the participants can no longer remember what they were thinking about at that time to make that action, it will form a logical hole.

From entering the village, everything that has happened so far has been flawless, like ...... It's a script that's already been written!

"Tree?" Hodge was stunned, and before he knew it, he had reached the entrance of the village, and saw the row of camphors that stood out when he first entered the village.

He took a few steps forward, walked to Xiao Zhang's side, and touched the bark with his hand, the slightly rough touch undoubtedly showed that this was indeed a new tree, but when his fingers touched the bark, the sense of disobedience suddenly magnified, and pounded hard in his heart.

Wait, how many times has Alice said "I'm so cold" since yesterday, six times, seven times? or more, after all, he can only remember the number of times Alice mentioned it when everyone was there, but he can't guarantee that he won't mention it again when they get along in private.

The huge village, even if it was slaughtered, but it was done by mutated beasts, which means that unlike robbers who entered the village to plunder, the house in the village will not appear to be taken away, so it is obviously in the north, and it is still in the long night of the extremely cold wave, why is there only so little firewood left in all the houses in the entire village?

With such a amount, I'm afraid that even a family can't burn it all day, and the north will be stupid enough not to cut down some firewood for winter heating before winter comes?

The idea of cutting down this row of camphor was also mentioned by Alice, at least twice.

Loggers don't cut down new young logs, just like a fisherman pulls the mesh big enough to let the young fry go.

In other words, under normal circumstances, this row of camphor will not be cut down and used as firewood.

But there was not enough firewood left in the village, and the trees nearby were cut down to a single wooden stump.

This is like a precondition specially created for cutting off the camphor.

So what exactly does this row of camphor represent?

He took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his vision had changed, and the microwave presented him with a completely different picture.

A creepy, trembling picture.

"That's ...... so"

His mind suddenly became clear, and a sound similar to breaking glass sounded in his ears, and the clues scurried around, slowly connecting and intertwining, and finally he understood what the strong sense of disobedience that had always lingered in his mind was what was going on.

It turns out that not everything is so reasonable.

It's just that he thinks that everything is so reasonable.

......

Hodge pushed open the door to the hut and held a pile of logs, the bark was rough and even covered with turquoise moss on the outside.

"It's back. Marjery greeted him, looked at the firewood in his arms, and asked suspiciously, "Where did you get these woods, it doesn't look like that row of camphors?" ”

"It's not, I didn't cut that row of camphors. ”

As Hodge spoke, he looked at Alice who was sitting obediently in a chair out of the corner of his eye, and her eyebrows trembled visibly twice as she said that she hadn't cut down the camphor tree.

Sure enough, she already knew what the little camphor tree tasted like, and the reason why she was so desperate for them to cut down the row of camphor trees was that the thoughts contained in it made him shudder.

"And where did you get this pile of firewood?"

"Door. Hodge said lightly, "Those houses are uninhabited, I have torn down the doors, this is ready-made firewood, why bother to cut down those small camphor trees thinner than the legs, these firewood will burn much more vigorously." ”

"You have to make a fire. Majery was not picky, so he took the firewood and piled it on the floor, took out two of them, stuffed them into the fireplace, and lit the fire.

With a bang, sparks danced in the fireplace, and the firelight illuminated the faces of the whole room.

Hodge was close, the firelight showing every inch of his face.

Alice, on the other hand, lowered her head slightly, and there was no light on her face, shrouded in a dark shadow.