This gentle attitude like water makes me unbearable.

But she was kind to me, and I was still polite. At the same time, I felt like I had seen this dress on her body somewhere, so I asked, "That's it, but where did you get this dress?" ”

"It's Bai Ruen's sister's, but his sister is back in the city now, so I borrowed this dress to wear."

I answered with an "oh" and didn't care.

Xu Ling asked, "Is this dress good-looking?" This style is sold online, I saw it last time, but I didn't buy it if I didn't think it was suitable. I can buy one if you like. ”

"Ahem. No, no, it's not early, it's past eleven o'clock, you better go back early and rest. ”

I'm very clear, right? She sat down, bumped my arm on the shoulder, lowered her head and smiled, "It's still early, what's the hurry?" You just captured that murderer so powerful, it's really impressive, I don't know what you think of me? ”

So that's why she likes me? That's really like wrong.

I immediately explained: "You misunderstood, if Qin Yuan hadn't come out to save me just now, I would have been dismembered in the ancestral hall by now, right?" "It's scary to think about, and I can't help but gasp.

Originally, I thought that Xu Ling would leave because of this, but I didn't expect her to say again: "But you also have a unique vision, and you can see at a glance that that person is the murderer." ”

"I'm just guessing, I think the man is sneaky and suspicious." I said modestly.

Xu Ling still sat next to me and praised me vigorously, and even more bluntly said that he had a good impression of me.

"Alas, you died of this heart, I like Wang Qiuyue, and you don't know it."

I poured this basin of cold water directly, and she stood up desperately and left hesitantly. In fact, I was still very curious at this time, and I felt that the dress on her body was really familiar.

After Xu Ling left, my mind was still full of her back, but I couldn't figure out who wore this style.

Thinking about it, I finally fell asleep. Originally, I thought I could sleep deeply like this, but who knew that I slept until midnight and suddenly heard movement from the window.

I'm still very wary of this place. So I got up quickly, looked over the window, and saw that the curtains were blowing in the wind.

In fact, the night breeze is refreshing, but it makes me feel good.

It's just that the curtains keep fluttering, and I can't sleep.

So I got up and walked over, trying to close the window halfway. But at this moment, I saw a man downstairs sneaky, holding what seemed to be an ancient painting in his hand.

The man was obese, short, and not a scholar at first glance. So why did you stand at the bottom of the building with that painting? Could it be that he came here to find the village chief?

With this possibility, maybe the case of the "Skeleton Fantasy Drama" was made up by the people of their village? And the painting in the hand of the ugly-looking man may be a skeleton fantasy picture.

Thinking of this, I secretly frowned and continued to read. Who knew that the man was gone.

Out of curiosity, I climbed out of the window, jumped down the external air conditioner of the window, and jumped into the asphalt road downstairs with all my might, and then quietly followed the man.

As a result, he was followed to a woodmill.

In addition to all kinds of wood, this woodmill also has a strong smell of wood, which is the smell of some cheap wood, such as fir and the like.

I wandered through the rather small carpentry mill, among the beam-like trunks of the trees, which had been planed, and some of them were planks that had been cut into pieces, and there were some iron nails and the like.

I stroked it with my hand and realized that it was supposed to have been recycled back and reprocessed. Because the iron nails on it were pried out, there were still nail holes.

Just as I was thinking about what was strange about the man, I suddenly heard the sound of a planer behind me.

I immediately turned my head and saw that the man had a planer in his hand. The guy in his hand is used to plane the skin of wood, and it works automatically when plugged in.

Don't look at it as harmless, if it rubs the surface of the human body, let alone shed a layer of skin.

I stared wide-eyed, fearing that he would use this to shave my face, and that I would die of pain.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

I hurriedly explained: "I am not a thief, I am a guest at the village chief's house, and I came to you because I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so I came out for a walk." I just saw that you haven't closed yet, so I came over to take a look. ”

When I spoke, I was cautious, and my whole heart was raised to my voice and eyes, and I was really frightened at this time.

"It turned out to be the village chief's guest, that's fine." This time he turned off the switch, turned around, and asked me to look around.

As I pretended to admire, I noticed that the painting was on top of the cutting bed, and I thought I would go over and see if it was a skeletal fantasy picture.

But just as I was about to pick up the painting, he came after me and grabbed my wrist with his hand.

I was startled, quickly gasped, turned to look at him, and said a far-fetched excuse: "I have always studied calligraphy and painting, and this paper painting seems to be good, so I want to see it." ”

He obviously didn't believe me, and those triangular eyes were staring at me suspiciously, making me panic.

I was so frightened that my legs straightened goosebumps, but I still pretended to be calm, thinking that Qin Yuan would come to save me, "If it's inconvenient to show me, then I won't watch it, after all, I'm also a shallow learner, so as not to be mistaken." ”

As I spoke, I noticed that his other hand, hidden behind him, was holding a saw for sawing wood.

I took a deep breath of the choking smell of sawdust and hung my head gloomily. At this moment, I was like a child who had done something wrong and was waiting to go to the teacher's office after class, panicking. But I can only wait for the punishment, and I can't do anything.

It's really a feeling of wanting to cry without tears.

"Uncle, I'm a little sleepy, can I go first?" I asked in a weak voice.

But he said, "Shall I let you go?" ”

Such a strong and authoritarian attitude made me pout, not knowing what to say. But I have secretly made up my mind in my heart: when I go back, I must bring Chen Yuxiu and them over, and see enough openly.

So I chose to soften for the time being, not to directly confront, saying, "But I'm really sleepy." ”

"Don't you still have to talk? I'll show you, let you see enough. As he spoke, he took out his right hand and quietly took out the chainsaw. At this time, my right hand was still grabbed by his left hand, what was he going to do with the saw?