There was no sound on the tape here, and Qin Ding knew that this incident was all over, and at the same time, all ten events in the probationary period agreement had also been heard.

He breathed a sigh of relief, placed the tape recorder on his desk, and let it turn.

He stretched his waist, pinched his eyebrows and looked at his watch, it was already more than 9 o'clock at night.

The candle had already been replaced in the middle of the day, and this one was about to be burned soon, so he took another one out of the drawer and tried to renew it, and then casually glanced at the new candle, and suddenly he found that there were no pinch marks on this candle.

Before, he had pinched all the candles in the drawer, and the paper man would not replace the candles in the drawer, only the candlesticks, but now it was obvious that something was wrong.

Could it be that it was a matter of light, Qin Ding picked up a flashlight from the side and shone it on the candle, and there was no trace of the position he pinched before.

Strange in his heart, he opened the drawer, took out another one, and there was no one on it, and rummaged through it again, and there were no pinch marks on all the candles in the drawer. ap.

Qin Ding slowly pushed the drawer in, could it be that the paper man began to change the candles in the drawer?

He suddenly remembered that once, he also pinched the candle on the candlestick that had been replaced by the paper man, but when he came back from the toilet that day, he found that the pinch marks on the candle were still there, that is, the paper man did not change the candle.

Qin Ding frowned slightly, the candle on the candlestick flickered, the tape recorder on the table snapped and reset, and he quickly lit the new candle and renewed.

The pattern of paper people coming in to change candles seems to have been broken, maybe not as he guessed, maybe the water in the kettle and the water tank is actually not changed sometimes.

If you don't change it, you don't change it, and it doesn't matter.

He didn't dwell too much on this matter, although there was something strange in his heart, but what if a candle was changed or not.

Qin Ding thought so in his heart, but he put his finger into the flame of the candle, but it was a little warm, and there was no pain in the flame burning his skin.

This is not the first time that this phenomenon has been discovered, he once thought that the candle sent by the paper man was of a problem with the quality, but now it seems that this should be a special kind of candle.

Its peculiarity is that it does not have a high temperature after combustion.

Of course, many things in this place cannot be explained by science, but this kind of candle is not hot when lit on such a few days.

But...... The original candles in the drawer were hot when they were lit, why didn't they all change them before, but now they all suddenly changed them all?

Qin Ding was very puzzled, but obviously it was not easy to figure out this matter at this time, if you wanted to know, you should ask Uncle Ma.

He didn't dwell too much on it, he was going to write part of the incident in the transcript now, but he didn't plan to stay up late, because it wasn't even 10 o'clock, and he was already a little sleepy.

Qin Ding set up the transcript, took out the tape in the tape recorder, and put the first tape of this incident into it.

The tape spun around, and the time passed by by by minute and second, and in the blink of an eye, it was already twelve o'clock.

As his eyes gradually dried and his yawns began to continue, Qin Ding's ears could no longer listen to the narration in the tape, and he was extremely sleepy tonight, so he decided to sleep.

Rising from his chair, he suddenly realized that tonight, the knock on the door did not appear.

Qin Ding looked at the door, a little funny in his heart, he didn't come to knock on the door, and he was still a little unaccustomed.

The candle on the desk was about to burn out, Qin Ding didn't blow it out, he walked to the bed and lay down, and put the flashlight next to the pillow.

The moment his eyes were closed, he should have fallen asleep directly, but he suddenly had a thrill, and then his whole body actually trembled.

In the past few days, the house is not very hot, maybe because it is the old mansion, but now he feels a cold cold air drilling into his body, as if he has been splashed with water in the winter and stands in the cold wind.

How can it be so cold?

Qin Ding sat up from the bed, opened the quilt next to him, and wrapped it around his body.

He's never opened the covers these days

The temperature in the house is just right, and no one else will cover a large quilt on a few days unless there is a fever.

Qin Ding was trembling wrapped in the quilt, thinking to himself that he hadn't eaten well at night and had gastroenteritis? But I didn't vomit or have diarrhea, how could I have a fever.

He touched his forehead, he didn't feel hot, of course he couldn't see it when he touched himself, but didn't Uncle Ma say it, being the palm of the hand here is no longer an ordinary person, how can he still get sick?

If it's like this all night, there must be something wrong with your body, and you can only call Uncle Ma if you can't do it.

He was hesitating whether to shout now or wait, when the light in the room dimmed and the candle on the desk went out.

Qin Ding was shocked, but he was not afraid, the candle should have burned out.

He shifted his body in the darkness, and suddenly realized that his body was not so cold, and the temperature around him seemed to return to normal.

Qin Ding was very strange and put the quilt aside.

What the hell happened just now, and why is it good now?

These questions made him sleepy, and he reached for a flashlight from the side of his pillow, then turned it on and shone it into the room.

It was very quiet inside and outside the house, only the sound of his own breathing, but the furnishings, which were already familiar, stood out in the light from the flashlight. Ghastly.

There was no change in the room, but Qin Ding still felt a little strange in his heart, and he didn't even dare to sleep.

He was thinking about whether to light the candle again, but at this time, Uncle Ma's voice suddenly came from the yard, which made him tremble.

"Xiao Qin, what's wrong with you?"

Qin Ding's hands and feet were a little cold, and he didn't know why he was a little scared, as if it wasn't Uncle Ma who was talking outside.

It's no wonder he thinks so, it's all this time, Uncle Ma definitely won't be passing by. What's more, what happened just now, and why did Uncle Ma appear at this time?

Qin Ding didn't speak, and his imagination changed to another picture as he thought, that is...... When he dictated the tapes every night, would there be someone in the yard staring at the window all the time?

He had never paid attention to this matter, but Uncle Ma came and went freely, and he couldn't have been watching him in the dark all the time, otherwise how could it always be such a coincidence.

However, if Uncle Ma is in the yard every night, what will be knocking on the door, and Uncle Ma must know what it is, maybe it is Uncle Ma's ghost? But what are these ghosts for?

Qin Ding was a little confused, this is also all speculation, maybe it is not.

"Xiao Qin? Are you okay? I see there's a flashlight in your room, what's wrong with you?"

"Uncle, why are you here at this time?"

"I just came back from running errands outside, and I saw you playing flashlight in the house, and you still haven't slept so late?"

Maybe Uncle Ma is telling the truth, he seems to have been busy lately.

Qin Ding comforted himself like this, but he still couldn't stop feeling strange in his heart, and he suddenly decided not to tell Uncle Ma about what had just happened.

He turned off his flashlight and lay down, his eyes looking over the curtain, but there was no one.

"I'm fine, I'm going to sleep."

"Oh, then you go to sleep."

"Uncle Ma, go back and rest."

"Hmm............ Stop lighting candles."

After Uncle Ma said this, the surroundings fell silent, and Qin Ding couldn't tell whether Uncle Ma was gone or not.

And Uncle Ma's last sentence sounded casual, but it revealed a hint of strangeness.

What does it mean to stop lighting candles?

Qin Ding remembered that as soon as the candle was extinguished just now, he no longer felt cold, could it be that there was something wrong with this candle?

He sat up again, and he wanted to light the candle to see if it would happen again, and if it happened again, then there was something wrong with this particular candle.

Qin Ding didn't turn on the flashlight, he listened to the movement in the yard for a long time with his ears pricked up, everything was very quiet, so would Uncle Ma still be in the yard?

It's right here

If it's still there, wouldn't it be better, take the opportunity to ask directly.

His eyes were somewhat accustomed to the darkness, and the moonlight poured in through the cracks in the curtains, and he fumbled his way to the desk, pulled the drawer open, and then took out a candle, and stuck it in the candlestick, and then struck a match.

The match was about to be put on the candle when there was a muffled thumper sound by the window.

The voice was so sudden that Qin Ding trembled with fright, and the match in his hand was extinguished.

"Xiao Qin, tell you not to light candles, do you still light them?"

Qin Ding's breath was a little unstable, Uncle Ma really didn't leave, what was this for?

"Uncle Ma, you...... Why are you still here?"

"Oh, I just don't worry about you, I'm afraid you'll light a candle."

"What's wrong with lighting the candles?" Qin Ding said as he pinched a mark on the body of the new candle.

"That candle can't be lit all the time. Oh, Xiao Qin, you are obedient, explain when I bring you food tomorrow morning, you go to sleep."

Qin Ding was full of doubts in his heart, but Uncle Ma had said it so clearly, he couldn't have any more plans.

He knew that there would be no experiment tonight, maybe Uncle Ma was still not at ease, and he would stare outside for a long time.

"Oh, then I won't order it, I just suddenly remembered that there was a place in the transcript that was not very good, and I wanted to revise it again, so I ...... it."

"There's still time tomorrow, let's check again tomorrow. Sleep, you can't bear to worry about me, old bone."

"I'm sorry uncle, I'll go to sleep now."

"Okay, then I'll go. Be obedient."

"Hmm!"

The courtyard was silent again, and Qin Ding couldn't guess whether Uncle Ma was gone or not, but he decided to sleep and listen to Uncle Ma's explanation tomorrow.

Qin Ding walked back to the bed, lay down and closed his eyes.

In the early morning of several days, there was also a hint of sultry heat in the air, Qin Ding woke up and turned over, only to find that the sky was already bright outside the window.

He looked at the watch on his wrist, and at a quarter past seven in the morning, Uncle Ma had not yet come.

He got out of bed, his face cleared up, he walked to the desk in a few steps, and looked at the candle first, the mark on which he had pinched was still there.

He opened the drawer and pinched all the candles in it one by one, if he went to the toilet for a while, and the paper man didn't change the candles, what would it prove?

He couldn't figure out what to prove for the time being, but he was sure that if he hadn't changed it all this time, he would have to light this candle.

Qin Ding pushed the drawer up again, and then went to the low room.

He didn't think much about what was under the manure pit, he seemed to have overcome this psychological barrier, and he had to get used to it, so he finished the toilet without any problems.

The paper man had already left, Qin Ding returned to the house, hurriedly walked to the writing desk, and looked at the candlestick, the candle that he had pinched last night had not been replaced.

He opened the drawer again, and all the candle marks were still there.

The paper man didn't change the candle in this drawer, so what happened to the candle before? Why didn't you change it at the beginning?

Qin Ding was burning his brain early in the morning, and he stood in front of the desk in confusion.

"Xiao Qin, I'm here to deliver breakfast, breakfast on the last day."

Qin Ding shook his head, what did Uncle Ma just say? Breakfast on the last day?

There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with this sentence, it's the seventh and last day deadline, but it sounds weird.

Qin Ding was a little irritable in his heart, he didn't know what was wrong with him, since he came here, he seemed to be very sensitive to everything.

"Oh, the last breakfast, what's delicious?"