"According to you, I have a guess that since we can't get out by the main entrance, we can only go up to the top of the building." Yuan Qingli looked up at the ceiling.

Meng Yu's expression was panicked: "You, you don't want us to jump and jump off the building together, right?" ”

"It's not impossible, I haven't skipped it when I'm so big, why don't you try?" Yuan Qingli looked at Meng Yu with a look of encouragement.

"I, I ......"

"Do you think he looks like a human?" Yuan Qingli suddenly pointed to Mu Yingshan.

Mu Yingshan felt offended.

Meng Yu shook his head: "It's not." ”

"So......" Yuan Qingli stopped and pointed to room 1305, which they had kicked open earlier, "to leave in an inhuman way." ”

I was anxious to save people before, but I didn't take this room very seriously.

After looking around, Yuan Qingli found that there were a few lines of small characters on the wall covered by the curtains, and the pen was slightly green.

"I bequeath myself to the land,

From there grow the weeds that I love,

If you need me again,

You can find me under your boots. ”

—Walt Whitman

Yuan Qingli beckoned to the owner of this room: "Meng Yu, is this what you wrote?" ”

Meng Yu followed the direction of Yuan Qingli's finger and shook his head: "Sister Qingli, I don't understand what you're talking about, there's no word on it......"

"Huh?"

Yuan Qingli was surprised, couldn't Meng Yu see it?

She asked Mu Yingshan: "What about you?" ”

"I'm not blind, but I can't see it either." The same is true for Mu Yingshan.

Yuan Qingli fell into deep thought, why is this poem only seen by her? Could it be an important clue?

She read the poem again, and Mu Yingshan couldn't see any reaction, but Meng Yu was slightly touched.

A rare pale face showed a little embarrassed flush: "We took a poetry class before and learned this poem. I was at the same table and said that cremation was too cruel, and if I died in the future, I could be buried directly, without a coffin. ”

"Then I hope my relatives and friends will sprinkle alfalfa, sawdust and straw on my rotten body. Let me merge with the land. ”

Mu Yingshan snorted lightly: "It's quite poetic to die." If you want to merge with the land, why bother so much, I will give you a sword for free, and it is guaranteed to be full of red flowers. ”

Safflower? Red you are big, the sword fairy has actually learned to turn.

"So that's what you think?" Yuan Qingli tiptoed and touched Meng Yu's head, "Then go out with us, and then convey your thoughts to your family and friends." I'm sure they'll understand you. ”

"Uh-huh!" Instead of being ridiculed, but being approved, Meng Yu couldn't help but laugh softly.

……

"This is it."

After another week, Yuan Qingli didn't find any new clues, so she took Meng Yu and Mu Yingshan to the toilet in 1305.

Meng Yu scratched his head blankly: "Sister Qingli, why do we have three people squeezing into a toilet?" ”

"This may be what it feels like for a girl to go to the toilet hand in hand, right?" Yuan Qingli, who had lost too much blood and had a pale face, hooked her lips and quipped.

Meng Yu laughed twice, and Mu Yingshan was speechless.

Yuan Qingli turned sideways and raised her hand to knock on the mirror, "We're going to leave this ghost place from here." ”

"Mirrors? What...... Crashed into it? Meng was puzzled.

Yuan Qingli motioned for them to wait a moment, and shouted into the mirror: "Long-tongued ghost, long-tongued ghost, long-tongued ghost, I have found someone, quickly summon us back." ”

In fact, Yuan Qingli didn't know whether Meng Yu was the person the long-tongued ghost wanted to save.

There was no response.

Yuan Qingli frowned. What's going on, isn't the signal bad and disconnected?

Yuan Qingli shouted to the mirror a few more times, and she couldn't wait.

For a moment, the long-tongued ghost still did not respond. I can't go back, right?

Yuan Qingli thought about bringing a wooden hanger and was about to smash the mirror.