readx;? I don't want to keep Fangfang anymore, she is Mrs. Han's person, and she must consider Mrs. Han's feelings in everything she does. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoHowever, I am a guest of Mrs. Han, and I can walk around even without her permission. I came here to find out the secret of the Three Ghost Kings of the Garden Dream, and this secret is related to the Mirror Room, which is also the strategic goal that Mrs. Han and I share.

I have my freedom, Fangfang has hers, we don't have to be tied together.

"Alright, Miss Fangfang, you can go. I said.

"What about you, Mr. Xia?" Fang Fang asked.

"I'll stay a little longer, maybe I'll go to the nursery station and have a look, maybe...... Nothing is certain. I replied.

Fang Fang groaned for a moment, her expression became very complicated, she looked in the direction of the platform, and then looked up at the nursery station.

"Mr. Xia, I want to give you a piece of advice, is that okay?" she asked.

I nodded, "Of course, I am." ”

"Regarding the three ghost kings of the garden nightmare, Mrs. has Mrs. thoughts, and your understanding may not be correct. Just like Madame's attitude towards Mr. Mo, what we think is completely different from what she thinks. So, don't speculate on Madame's mind, that will only make you extremely embarrassed. Mr. Xia, I am a subordinate, and there may be some things that should not be said by me. However, I don't treat you as a guest, so I'm still willing to tell you these words, listen to them or not. Fang Fang said.

The night was dark, and her face became very blurry in my vision, just like the dead man I had seen in the garden on the boat before.

In folklore, the tombstones carry the breath of the dead, and there are sixteen tombstones here, which is equivalent to the presence of sixteen undead.

If it weren't for the secret hunting, absolutely no one would have come here in the middle of the night. The nursery station above is not so much a place to plant trees and grass as a Yizhuang, that is, a place used to store the coffins of the dead.

I'm not a person who was born bold, but a lot of recent events have forced me to face all the strange events calmly, and timidity has become an unimportant thing. Many times fear is useless and cannot be used to save lives. People can only save themselves, and as for whether they can survive, it depends on their luck.

"Mr. Xia, the lake opposite the platform was set by the ghost bodhisattva with the help of Mrs. Han in the past, and its scale and location include the vegetation on the shore, the reeds on the north shore, the wild ducks and the black swan, all of which were drawn by the ghost bodhisattva, made a list, and handed it to Mrs. to deal with. Therefore, the pattern here is equivalent to the arrangement of the ghost bodhisattva himself. On the other side of the mirror room, Mr. Mo created it alone. Obviously, there is an inextricable connection between this place and the Mirror Room. The mirror room is dangerous, and this is not a children's paradise without danger, I hope Mr. Xia will think twice. If you want to stay safe, go back with me now, at least you can get out of it with your whole body. Of course, if you have other ideas, I can't stop you. I don't know what it means that a black swan is hunted by a beaver, but I am vaguely aware that every time a black swan is hunted, an important guest dies. I don't care about others, I just hope that this time the black swan will be hunted this omen, not against you. After Fang Fang said this, she let out a long breath, and her expression relaxed a lot.

I continued to ask, "Last time, when a black swan was hunted, what kind of guests died?"

Fang Fang hesitated a little and replied in a low voice: "He is a thaumaturgist from the capital, with a very good background, and he is related to the fourth prince of the capital." He came here to crack the secrets of the lake. In fact, up to now, Mrs. Han still can't figure out what the ghost kneeling bodhisattva has buried in this lake? That thaumaturgist was too big, and on the first night of arriving at the villa, he drove a small boat alone and entered the light ball array. Coincidentally, just before the dinner that day, a black swan was hunted on the shore of the lake by a wild beaver. At that time, Hong Ye led people by. The wild beaver was driven away, but the black swan had already broken its neck and was bleeding all over its body. Master Hong reported to me, but before I could report to Madame, the thaumaturgist had already sailed into the lake. Eventually, he disappeared into the light and never returned. It wasn't until ten days later that his body was found at the nursery station, his neck had been bitten off by some animal, and blood had stained a large sweet potato patch. ”

This kind of thing can be called a coincidence. It can also be seen as accidental. It seems that the cooperation between Mrs. Han and the three singers of the Garden Dream is not going well.

"Let's go back. I said.

I'm not afraid of what Fang Fang just said, but now I want to go back and shut myself in my room alone, and think about the tombstone.

Fang Fang breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, let's go back." ”

I paced in front of the tombstone for the last time, whispering the names on it, deliberately trying to memorize the sixteen names.

Fang Fang walked over, took out her mobile phone, and whispered, "Mr. Xia, I'll take a picture of these names and bring them back for you to study slowly." ”

My attention was all on the tombstones, and before I could tell her that the tombstones could not be photographed, she had already pressed the shutter and snapped a few clicks to take pictures of all the tombstones.

In that case, I don't need to block her, I can only hold the reminder in my throat.

All those who walk impermanence will tell the common people one sentence, don't take pictures in the cemetery. By extension, this sentence means that cemeteries, graves, and tombstones cannot appear in the photo. Because those are exclusive to the world of the dead, they should not appear in pictures of the living.

It's a rule, whether it makes sense or not, and if you don't want to get into trouble, it's best to stick to it.

"Let's go, Mr. Xia. Fangfang put away her phone.

We returned to the shore of the lake and did not board the boat again, but walked back along the shore.

Along the way, we were all silent, because our exploration was frustrated, and we were busy for more than two hours without achieving anything.

Halfway through, Hong Ye came with five people flying over, all holding flashlights in their hands, and shone into the lake indiscriminately.

Seeing us, Hong Ye was surprised and delighted: "Miss Fangfang, Mr. Xia, I have found you." Madame is in a hurry on the platform, thinking that you are ...... Thought you ...... Patronizing and enjoying the scenery, forget the time. ”

He was clever and didn't say the worst. Just now he ordered his men to shine into the lake, probably thinking that Fangfang and I had fallen into the water and drowned.

We'll get together and head back to the platform.

Mrs. Han had already left her seat, pacing anxiously around the platform.

"You, where have you been?" As soon as I stepped onto the platform, Mrs. Han strode over, having lost her previous grace.

I smiled and explained, "Miss Fangfang and I went to the shore of the lake to see the scenery and talk about life by the way. Although there is no moon tonight, it is enough to have a confidant in life, so what does it matter if there is no moon?"

Mrs. Han stared at me with a look in her eyes like a knife.

Of course, she didn't believe such a thing, because the reason was too far-fetched. But she had to believe it, because she couldn't find another reason.

"Fabulous, fabulous, fabulous. Mrs. Han said as she nodded.

Fang Fang followed, Mrs. Han didn't ask, only glanced at her, and Fang Fang nodded twice.

Mrs. Han breathed a sigh of relief and laughed: "It's good to come back." More deeply, you young people are not sensible, and your body is important. ”

Mr. Mo seemed to be drunk, reclining in a wheelchair, and the wine glass in his hand was empty.

"Let's stop here tonight, what's the matter? Mrs. Han ordered.

Fangfang walked over and pressed her hands on the handles of her wheelchair.

Mrs. Han raised her hand to stop: "Fangfang, you go to accompany Mr. Xia, I have already arranged for someone else to take care of Mr. Mo." ”

Sure enough, Mrs. Han waved her hand, and a waitress came up, took Fangfang's wheelchair, and quickly got off the platform and disappeared into the darkness.

Mrs. Han nodded to me and left the platform as well. All the people in the darkness left behind Mrs. Han, leaving only me and Fangfang on the platform.

Looking at the lake from here again, it feels very different. Before, this lake was full of wild fun, and the rise and fall of black swans made people almost forget the intrigue in the city. Now, from the calm waters of the lake, I see an even more sinister lake.

"Mr. Xia, shall I send you back to rest?" Fang Fang asked.

I didn't stubbornly stay on the platform because it would probably make Fangfang ugly. Mrs. Han made it clear in her words that asking her to accompany me would already arouse the suspicion of others.

Accompanied by Fang Fang, I arrived at the villa's guest room.

The surroundings are quiet, and you can't hear any car or human noise, which is unimaginable in Jinan City.

The living environment is quiet to the extreme, and it is close to being dull and boring. In the values of ordinary people, more romantic things should happen to lonely men and widows in such a quiet late night.

"Is there anything else I need to do?Mr. Xia?" Fang Fang asked.

I smiled and shook my head, no, thank you. You've helped me so much tonight, and the only thing I have to say is two words, thank you.

My words should have been expected by Fangfang, but her expression was a little disappointed.

"Actually...... In fact, we can learn more about each other. Madame said. Mr. Xia is very busy, has a lot of work to do, and especially needs a personal assistant by his side. Although I am dull, I am willing to bend down to study hard and be a good personal assistant. Mr. Xia, if it is convenient, please explain this to Madame. I am very willing to follow Mr. Xia's side in the future cooperation, listen to the teachings in the morning and evening, study hard, and make progress faster. ”

Her confession was almost explicit, but I was unmoved.

Because between men and women, there can be a variety of different relationships, in addition to physical and mental relationships, but also friends, partnerships, and team relationships. Now, I hope that I will maintain a partnership with Fang Fang, and work together to uncover the secrets of the three ghost kings of the Garden Horror Nightmare. This is a cooperative method that requires brainpower, physical strength, and energy, and it must not be contaminated with any ** ingredients, which will only put the two of us in danger.

"Very well, I'll consider what you say, see you tomorrow. Good night. I smiled and closed the door, completely cutting off Fangfang's nostalgic fantasies.

I turned off the lights, put my palms behind my head, and lay down on the couch with my clothes.

Now, I can clearly remember all the names on the tombstone, and I can even write the stroke structure of each word in my mind.

The Impermanent Man said that when facing a tombstone, the most correct way to record it is to memorize it, neither read it out loud, nor copy it with a pen, let alone take a picture with a mobile phone like Fang Fang.

This is not superstition, although it is called superstition among materialists, but I know that this is another science, and only the ignorant will be fearless and unscrupulous.

Similarly, I remember the words that ** Qiu said - the mountains are high and the moon is small, and the water is not prosperous.

It is a few sentences from the ancient text "The Story of the Nuclear Boat", which is very famous and will be remembered by children who have been to junior high school.

The most pity is that the ghost bodhisattva is already dead, otherwise he could have told us what exactly is hidden in the lake? Or rather, tell us what Qimen Dunjia array he set up in the lake?

The formation of the thaumaturgical world is like Miao Jiang's Gu technique, someone sets up the formation, and only he can crack it. If other thaumaturgists forcibly crack it, it is equivalent to brute force cracking in the attack and defense war of computer hackers, which is time-consuming, labor-intensive, and extremely difficult.

The only feasible way at the moment is to move Mr. Mo and ask him to point out the mystery in this lake. Then, Mr. Mo has lived in the villa for so long and has not compromised with Mrs. Han. I've just met him, can I convince him? I'm really not sure.

I rolled over and the sound of dripping water came to my ears. It didn't rain outside, and after listening carefully for a while, it turned out that the air conditioner was dripping water downward, and puddles had formed where the water dropped, so the sound of water was particularly amazing in the quiet night.

When I listened intently to the sound of water droplets, my brain went blank, and all the complex mental activities that had been before were emptied.

Soon, I fell asleep. My dream was very chaotic, not only the sixteen tombstones, but also the killed Ming Qianying, Shizhou Liuhe and others, bloody.

I clearly feel that all the people who are haunted by the ghosts are full of reluctance to give up on this world. The new government explicitly prohibits burials and implements cremation in all cases, which is really a kind of social progress, and completely puts an end to the occurrence of high-risk events such as resurrecting souls. The body of the deceased is reduced to ashes, the body dies, and even if the soul returns, there is no place to stay, and of course it cannot harm the people and cause chaos.

I want all the undead to live only in people's memories, the world is crowded enough that there really isn't a need for inexplicable souls to swagger through the market.

My mind flew back to the Mirror Room, where something must have changed in the twenty-four hours since I left.

Some people died, some fled, some people signed an alliance with the devil, and some people were yellow finches behind the praying mantis catching cicadas.

It is my duty to eradicate all the evils, so that the changes within the mirror room are limited to fermentation within the room, and eventually disappear into the invisible, and must not flood to the ground. Especially in a place like Shandong University, the campus is full of pillars of future national construction, and any casualties are a huge loss to the country.

Thinking deeper, the white jade bed and the curse with the jade rakshasa have successfully tied up the souls of the Japanese greats. This restraint should definitely continue, otherwise, the big man will be freed from the trap, and the undead of militarism will be ready to move again.

From my personal point of view, there are only people I want to save in the mirror room, and there are no people I want to kill. However, if you want to save people, you have to kill people, and I don't want to kill people, but someone wants to kill me.

Tuk tuk tuk, someone flicked my window.

I opened my eyes, silently discerning my direction, and realized that the man was in front of the window on the right side of the doorway. I hid behind the couch, leaning out only half of my face and looking out the window. Strangely, the blurred silhouette of the man actually looked like Fang Fang.

I wasn't ready to entertain in the middle of the night, so I just let her play. Neither make a sound, nor open the door.

Later, the man spoke, and sure enough, it was Fangfang's voice: "Mr. Xia, I have understood something, can I come in and tell you?"

I looked at the quartz clock hanging on the opposite wall, it was already two o'clock in the morning, and it was definitely not the right time to visit.

I made sure that Fangfang was the only one outside the window, and then I pretended to be sleepy-eyed, covered my mouth, yawned and said out the window, "Let's talk about it tomorrow, I'm too sleepy to open my eyes." ”

Fang Fang continued to pop the window, and said, "Mr. Xia, time is precious, I have to tell you now." ”

I frowned and thought for more than ten seconds, then stood up, leaned against the wall, and walked to the window.

It wasn't until I made sure that it was only Fang Fang outside the window that I carefully opened the window.

"Mr. Xia, can you go in and talk?" Fang Fang asked.

I pressed my hands on the windowsill and politely refused: "It's late at night, and it's better to talk about the specific things tomorrow." Even if you reluctantly say it now, I won't remember it, and I'll have to trouble you tomorrow. ”

Fangfang wore a blanket over her shoulders, wore only a nightdress on her lower body, and wore slippers at her feet. In this case, let her in, I am afraid that it will dry up the firewood and make a mess.

"Mr. Xia. Madame just called me and asked me what I found on the north shore of the lake, and I told her the truth about your interest in tombstones. Madame knew the contents of the tombstones, but she was equally confused, believing that they had no value. All she cares about now is the mirror room, and everything else can be put aside. She has always believed that under normal circumstances, anyone can be bought, depending on whether the price you offer is high enough. Now, she hopes to buy Mr. Mo, and I am the chip she is about to throw out. An hour later, the deal was about to begin. Mr. Xia, you should be able to feel my feelings for you, I will never be a bargaining chip, because I am a person, not a tool......"

In the end, Fangfang had tears in her eyes and gradually cried.

What she wants to say is very simple, since she doesn't like to be used as a bargaining chip, the only thing she will face next is Mrs. Han's punishment.

"How do you think I can help you?" I asked.

"Take me away, take me anywhere, as long as you are no longer subject to Mrs. Han. She seemed to see hope in my words.

Unfortunately, I had to let her down, because I didn't have what it took to take her.

"Fangfang, listen to me, in this case. You'd better tell Madame what you really think, and she'll take care of it at her discretion. I said.

The enthusiasm in Fangfang's eyes disappeared all at once, and I couldn't have understood what I meant, even a stupid village woman could understand. Someone as smart as she is already 100% aware of what I mean.

"Mr. Xia, I think there is one most critical point that has not been made clear. I don't refuse to minister to a disabled person, but he needs to be at least a living person. You can't imagine that Mr. Mo is a-"

Before she could finish her words, the sound of wheels rolling sounded on the bluestone path outside the window.

There was only one person in a wheelchair in the villa, and that was Mr. Mo. I looked up. The wheelchair was turned out from behind the huge banana tree, and it was Mr. Mo who sat on it.

"So you're here?" Mr. Mo greeted from afar.

Fangfang turned her back to the wheelchair, but she also knew who was coming from the sound of the wheels. In an instant, her face was sallow, covered in chaff, as if she knew that the demon was coming.

Pushing the wheelchair was still the waitress who had left on the platform, silent and low-key, without a trace of smile lines on her face.

"Fangfang, Madame just called me and said that you have figured it out and agreed to my request. So at this time, you should show up in my room instead of staying outside Mr. Xia's window. It's strange to me that you even dared to violate Madame's words, did you?" said Mr. Mo.