The landlord's eyes dodged and his face turned pale, but before she could react, there was another explosion. This line of death is not over yet, and the line has gone from 101 to 201.

The landlord's eyes were about to pop out, and he looked at the curly-haired girl.

Immediately, it went from 201 all the way up to 301.

The curly-haired woman was stunned and looked at the middle-aged man.

301 to 202.

The middle-aged man was short of breath.

Later, 202 goes back to 301.

The gangster youth broke his voice and scolded.

"Fucking soft-footed shrimp! How dare you put surveillance in my room! I'll just say what, I always think you two are cheating, but I didn't catch the handle once, and you came to rape your girlfriend when you saw me go out. ”

He has always been irritable, and when he saw this scene, his eyes were bloodshot, and he rushed straight up, about to beat the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was also mad: "Didn't you also install a monitor in my room!" Your girlfriend is a slut, drug addiction has become a sex addiction, and Lao Tzu is doing good deeds. ”

The thug was so angry that he punched it.

The landlord was also panting, going crazy, and rushed over and tried to choke the curly-haired girl's neck: "Slut, slut!" Ahhhh ”

The curly-haired girl was a thief, she took a few steps back, she was going to move out next month, watching the old woman guard her precious room all day and night, and suspected that the old immortal kept all the money at home, but she didn't know where the money was. So the desire for profit was consumed, and a camera was installed secretly.

However, the landlord was soon dragged by his wife from behind. The wife's face was distorted: "Old woman, when are you going to install the camera, ah?!" When are you going to be safe! ”

Wang Xiaopang rushed over, took the briefcase in his hand and was about to hit his wife's head, gritting his teeth: "What kind of bird do you think you are." ”

Everyone was horrified by the truth.

Only Xiao Wu, standing quietly under the street lamp, looking at the lines all over the mansion, his face was as pale as paper, and his body was shaky.

Zila.

The last way, from 201 to 302! It cut through all the darkness and slanted through the mansion - like the finishing touch.

It's really the finishing touch.

It turned out that these twists and turns, criss-crossing monitoring cables, actually formed an eye on the surface of the Changming Mansion.

The diagonal line crossed the crooked building, giving the red eye a pupil.

It opened in the night and looked at Xiao Wu condescendingly.

eyes。

There was a voyeur among us.

It turns out that everyone is a voyeur.

Chapter 127: Strange City (27)

"Inside the Coffin and Outside the Coffin"

[I used to think that growing up was the end.

As long as I grow up, I can get rid of the violence, hypocrisy, pretending to be deaf and dumb, and reversing black and white.

But later I found out that growing up was just a reincarnation.

It's just jumping from one coffin to another, bigger coffin.

When I look at Xiao Wu, I often think of my past self, he draws eyes in the notebook and pokes them with a ballpoint pen.

He was scared of it, but he couldn't escape it.

I reassured him that it would be good to leave here when he grew up.

Xiao Wu believed it. He likes to sit on the top floor because there, he can look up and see the sky, see the birds, see the wind.

But when you grow up, will it really be good to move out of this building? Perhaps, he will live in another Changming Mansion. There will still be cramped corridors, messy power lines, and neighborhoods with their own agendas. The only thing that will change is his identity, he will change from a child to a young man running for a living. Then he meets his lover and stays here as a couple. Later, he got married and had children, and the family of three took root here. When he was old, he guarded a room like a landlord until he died. When he really dies, he will be buried in the underground of the Changming Mansion.

At every stage of life, you can actually see the corresponding future in this coffin building.

I'm leaving.

Back to Qinghe Town, back to the place where I was slandered, beaten me, insulted me, and forced me to abandon everything.

When I left, Xiao Wu was sitting on the top floor and painting. The Changming Mansion cast a shadow on the ground, boxy like a coffin. What do people live for? Born in a coffin and died in a coffin.

The radio station has launched a new essay contest to write a paragraph to conclude the story of Xiaozui. Why do we tell stories?

I left with a cardboard box:

yes, why do we tell stories.

When life and death are meaningless, there is no need for stories to exist. 】

"Go grab the keys."

Ye Sheng whispered to Ning Weichen.

This crimson monitoring line makes everyone stumble over their own desires and fall into a quagmire from which they cannot break free. They argued, screamed, hurled, red-eyed, and beat together. The landlord goes to settle accounts with the curly-haired girl on the one hand, and on the other hand, he is haunted by his angry wife. Several people were pressed to the ground like arhats, the old man's pale hair was torn off large swaths, revealing his bloody scalp, the landlord screamed hoarsely, and in the fight, the key was rubbed on the ground, making a sharp and piercing sound.

In the chaos, Ye Sheng took advantage of the chaos to cut the key from behind her with a knife.

Every tenant has already killed the red eye, and they don't pay attention to this group of strangers at all.

"Let's go." Ye Sheng said to Luo Xingyan, who ran down from upstairs, and Yang Zong, who was already dumbfounded.

Yang Zong looked at the crazy city under the moonlight, and his heels were filled with lead. He looked up and looked at the blood-red eyes on the surface of the mansion that were made up of surveillance lines, and goosebumps rose all over his body. But time was pressing, and they had to get out of here before dawn on the third day of Spring City.

Yang Zong pinched his arm with his fingers, and after forcing out tears, he quickly followed.

Yang Zong shouted.

"I watched the landlord for a week today and the place she hasn't checked is under the bed! Under the bed! ”

In fact, even if Yang Zong didn't say it, just such a place of less than 10 square meters, Ye Sheng could guess that it would be under the bed. Take the set of keys and walk into 101.

Ye Sheng closed the door with his backhand.

Yang Zong said in a trembling voice, "What should we do now." ”

Ye Sheng said: "Move the bed away." ”

Luo Xingyan nodded, after he lost his ability, even as an ordinary person, his strength was still amazing. The moment the bed was opened, the dust fell in a rustle, and everyone held their breath and stared, unexpectedly seeing a door under the bed!

Yang Zong was short of breath, his face couldn't help but be overjoyed, and he said in surprise: "Found it, found it, that's it!" Once we're in, we'll be able to get out of here, right?! His eyes were full of excitement and hope.

But none of the people present answered his question.

If you open this door, will you be able to get out? No, opening this door is the real beginning.

Ye Sheng's face was pale, his lips pursed, he bent down, and used the key to open the lock that had long been rusted. The door was pulled open, and when they pulled it open, a dark path leading to the ground appeared in front of them. Ye Sheng took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight lighting, and walked down. At first, you can only pass one person, and the back is deeper, so that two people can walk side by side.

The wooden staircase was of poor quality, creaking and creaking, and no one spoke.

Yang Zong was silent, and the extreme silence extinguished his joy at the time when he thought he was about to escape. No matter how stupid and dull he is, from Luo Xingyan's solemn expression, he can see the urgency of the situation.

Luo Xingyan tightened his grip on the shackles and mobilized the senses of his whole body to detect the movements around him. The only possibility to survive now is that the king of the story is too light on the enemy and allows the protagonist of the story, Cheng Xiaoqi, to stay in the basement as a "person". After they kill the protagonist, they leave the grotesque city and get rid of the suppression of Spring City. Restore all your strength and take on the story king again.

This is the best and the most naïve idea.

Otherwise, a group of ordinary people without any abilities were in the catacommodaneous cemetery, dealing with the S-class heretical story king, and he couldn't imagine the possibility of surviving at all.

Thinking of this, Luo Xingyan looked at Ye Sheng with complicated eyes.

When he met for the first time, he felt that Ye Sheng was dangerous, after all, it was definitely not a simple role to be able to stand with Ning Weichen.

I had experienced Ye Sheng's calmness and ruthlessness once again in the old sports and art hall before, and now this impression has been deepened again in the grotesque city. Too calm, too smart, and too decisive.

The catacombs are cold. Ye Sheng was not in good health, and when he walked inside, his face was almost bloodless, but his eyes were still very cold, like a cold blade to illuminate the night.

Ning Weichen said, "Brother, are you okay?" ”

Ye Sheng didn't speak, he lowered his eyes, his voice was a little hoarse, and his cold and irresistible tone sounded in the corridor, as if conveying an order.

"Ning Weichen, if you meet not Cheng Xiaoqi inside, but the king of stories. I still have an A+ bullet in my gun, which should hold him back for a while. You don't care about me then, go back the same way, and after leaving, run to the bus stop of Changming Mansion, take bus No. 13, and go to the bookstore of the suburban story magazine. If Cheng Xiaoqi wasn't here, he would definitely be moved there by the story king. ”

Ning Weichen stared deeply at him in the darkness, then stretched out his hand and shook his fingers with him.

Ye Sheng grew up in Yinshan, the skin of his palm was covered with fine calluses, and his fingers were slender but powerful, as if he was born to hold a gun.

Ye Sheng frowned.

Ning Weichen smiled: "Baby, you are like this, it seems that you are saying your last words." ”

Ye Sheng was very upset: "I didn't joke with you anymore. ”

Ning Weichen said lightly: "I'm not joking with you, Ye Sheng, if the story king I met inside was not Cheng Xiaoqi, I would rather die with you than go out alone." ”

Ye Sheng: "...... You've got water in your head, right? ”

Ning Weichen shook his head and kissed the corner of Ye Sheng's lips with a chuckle: "No." My obstinate ex-boyfriend, your personal heroism is really heavy. ”

Ye Sheng: "......"

Ye Sheng had nothing to say to him.

They walked at the forefront, and the voices of their communication could only be heard by each other. Luo Xingyan held a flashlight, shining on the surrounding environment, and the more he looked at it, the more ugly his face became. And Yang Zong looked at the situation in front of him, and he couldn't cry.

The basement of the Changming Mansion is a coffin forest. As soon as they landed, as soon as the lights shone on, everyone saw a black wooden coffin, neatly placed in the center, with white paper flowers hanging in front of the coffin, pasted with a gray photo of the deceased. It was an old man who died, looking at the trespasser with a gloomy gaze, as if he was about to come back to life.

Yang Zong was so frightened that he didn't dare to come out: "Brother Luo! Brother Lo! You say there will be no one in the coffin. ”

Luo Xingyan said: "You think too much, at most scatter some ashes in it." ”

Bypassing this coffin, inside, there are one earthen embryo room after another, just like the structure above the Changming Mansion, and the 40-square-meter area below is also turned into four small grids. Each compartment contains either a coffin or an urn. As he walked, Ye Sheng stepped on a page, and when he picked it up, it was Cheng Xiaoqi's scratch paper.

"Cheng Xiaoqi really lives in it."

On the scratch paper is Cheng Xiaoqi's submission to the radio station, the conclusion of their second call for essays about the radio station. In the first line of Cheng Xiaoqi, he wrote: "Why do we tell stories? 】

But after this sentence, there was no follow-up, I don't know if he didn't want to write it, or if he didn't have time to write it.

"There's a letter here!" Yang Zong also kept an eye on the ground.

The underground cemetery is blinded by the black lights, Cheng Xiaoqi must be hiding here with a bunch of things, and it is inevitable that there will be omissions.