infinite danger

Chapter 170 Mischief

Zhi Zhayan tidied up the work area, sorted all the tools into categories, and moved the completed paper figurines to the utility room. In the middle of the open space stood a black stove with dark patterns. The smoke drifted, making the atmosphere a little more magical.

Holding two bamboo strips in his hand, Zhizhayan looked at the other side of the stove with a smile on his face and asked kindly: "I'm going to make a paper skeleton for you now. Do you want to stand or sit? Do you want to move?" Require?"

When he asked a question, there was a small wind in the room, and the flames drifted left and right, sometimes high and sometimes low, making a constant "呵呵" sound, as if answering his question.

"The standing one is right, no problem, then do you have any favorite items, I can make one for you to hold in your hand." Zhizha Yan smiled, and skillfully baked the bamboo strips on the stove .

"Make a birdcage? What kind of style? Tell me carefully..." Zhi Zhayan seemed to be talking to himself, while nodding, he picked up the pencil and draft paper next to him, scribbled out a birdcage, and showed it to "air" Look: "Do you think this is okay?"

The stove gave off a scorching heat, but it didn't make the house any warmer.

The taskers sat in the living room, but they never took their eyes off Zhizhayan.

Seeing his strange behavior, several people's expressions were not very good.

"Zhi Zhayan is so scary." Bai Yi quietly moved towards Ji Siwei and Yanyue, and said in a low voice, "Is he schizophrenic, or is there really... a ghost sitting across from him?"

Yanyue raised her eyebrows: "This is a horror dungeon, what do you think?"

The freckled girl wrung her fingers and said softly, "Although the paper figurines in the living room have been removed, the situation doesn't seem to have improved."

Yanyue sighed: "Just wait, it will be over in three days."

The crackling sound of burning engulfed the quiet night, Zhi Zhayan seemed to hear their conversation, and suddenly looked up at them: "Are you cold, do you want to come over and warm yourself?"

Zhi Zhayan was the only person in the work area, but Ji Siwei saw a few vague shadows, like phantoms outlined by smoke.

"It's neither cold nor cold." Bai Yi waved his hands again and again: "You're welcome, Uncle Yan."

"Okay." Zhi Zhayan didn't say anything, and continued to bake the bamboo strips, and used wire cutters to shape the bamboo strips into the skeleton of the character.

He is very skilled and fast, and in a short while, the shape of a head came out.

After Zhi Zhayan came back, he hadn't entered the room yet, so he didn't know that the CD case next to his deceased wife's memorial tablet had been taken away, otherwise he wouldn't have treated them so politely.

Ji Siwei poured water from a glass, moved his ears, put down the kettle, and said softly, "The two children are here."

Hearing this, Yanyue turned her head and saw that two children in red had stepped into the hall without a sound.

One child holds two cups in one hand, and one cup in the other.

Zhizhayan also noticed their arrival, put down the tools in his hand, walked slowly to the hall, and said with relief: "The child has grown up and knows how to care about others."

The two children smiled and said nothing, and handed the cups to Zhi Zhayan, Yan Yue and Ji Siwei respectively.

Zhizha Yan happily took the cup, touched the head of the child in red, lifted the cup and took a sip: "This milk is so delicious."

Looking at the face of the child in red up close, staring directly at those eyes with sparse whites for a long time, Yanyue suddenly felt cold sweat on her palms, she opened her mouth: "For me?"

The child in red raised the corners of his lips and nodded.

Yanyue reached out to pick it up by accident.

Ji Siwei frowned slightly, and raised the water glass in his hand: "Thank you, I just drank water, let's put it on the table first."

The smile on the child's face faded, he held his cup motionless, and did not follow what Ji Siwei said.

Ji Siwei turned his eyes away, not looking at his face.

The little puppet in Ji Siwei's shirt pocket poked his head, and met the eyes of the child in red.

The child in red narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips, put down his cup and ran to Zhizhayan's side.

Zhizha Yan drank the milk in the cup with a "gudong gudong", and looked at the two of them with brown eyes: "My child must like you two very much, drink milk quickly, don't disappoint the child's heart. "

Yanyue clenched the cup tightly, looking down at the milk inside, her pupils trembling slightly.

The calm milk suddenly set off ripples, tumbling like water close to boiling point, the cup began to vibrate, and she even heard the sound of "whoosh".

It seemed that something was about to emerge from the depths of the cup.

Immediately afterwards, a little crimson appeared in the center of the milky white, and spread rapidly, the whole glass of milk was stained with blood, and more and more blood gushed out, staining the back of her hand red.

Two blue and white fingers poked out from the bloody water and clasped the rim of the cup...

"Blood!" Yan Yue opened her eyes wide in horror, screamed, and smashed the cup out.

"boom!

With a loud bang, the cup fell to the ground and shattered.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Bai Yi was very close to Yanyue, and was startled by her reaction.

Zhi Zhayan was almost scratched by the fragments of the cup, looked at the mess on the ground, and questioned: "It's fine if you don't drink, why did you drop the cup, isn't this hurting the child's heart?!"

Not as angry as Zhizhayan, the two children were laughing, as if Yanyue's reaction had greatly pleased them.

The whole house was filled with that smug, nasty laugh.

Yanyue's fingers were trembling: "There was a lot of blood in the cup just now..."

Ji Siwei patted her on the shoulder lightly: "Don't panic, it's an illusion."

This shot brought Yanyue's soul back, she closed her eyes and forced herself to calm down quickly.

Opening her eyes, Yan Yue looked at the ground again.

Porcelain-white shards lay on the ground, and milk was scattered everywhere.

No blood, no fingers.

A small herring flicked about in the puddle of milk on the ground.

In the glass of milk on the table, there were also a few small herrings.

Ji Siwei put down the glass, looked at Zhizha Yan, and said calmly: "Uncle Yan, she was just scared by the fish in the glass. Children are ignorant, so we don't care about it. But this kind of thing should not happen again. gone."

Ji Siwei spoke in a light tone, but Zhizhayan was inexplicably a little embarrassed.

Zhizhayan saw the fish on the ground, knew he was wrong, touched his chin in a little embarrassment, and patted one of the children on the shoulder: "Stinky boy, I know I'm causing trouble, hurry up and get a broom and clean it up."

The kid made a face at Ji Siwei, and then ran out.

The other standing next to Zhizhayan should be a girl in twins, she raised the corners of her lips, stared at Ji Siwei with her eyes, put her hands next to her ears, and took her head off.

Blood spurted from the broken neck, quickly staining her body red, forming a pool of blood on the ground.

Ji Siwei blinked without changing his expression, the child's head was still in place.

The bloody scene just now was just an illusion.

Ji Siwei smiled at the child who came in with a broom, and said softly, "Remember to mop the floor after sweeping, keep it clean."

The child in red looked at the "spring-like" smile and froze: "???"

There are many question marks in the head.

Yanyue usually behaves more rationally, and her psychological quality is considered good among veterans, but this time she was scared and panicked.

"I clearly hinted in my heart not to pick up that glass of milk, but I couldn't help stretching out my hand." Yanyue rubbed the center of her brows, a little weak: "Why do you only give milk to me and you?"

"We were the only ones who entered Zhizhayan's room." Ji Siwei said, "Zhizhayan hasn't found it yet, but it doesn't mean they haven't noticed either. Be careful, don't look into the eyes of these two children in the future, you will see horrible visions. "

While the two children were mopping the floor, Zhou Qi looked at the wall clock and said, "I'll take a shower first."

Ji Siwei: "Go, watch out for the stairs."

Zhou Qi yawned and went upstairs.

Before finishing a flight of stairs, he heard light footsteps behind him.

"Shasha...shasha..."

It was like the sound of soft cloth shoes rubbing against wooden floors.

The sound of such light footsteps is not like that of his companions.

The words "be careful of the stairs" appeared in his mind, and Zhou Qi turned his head carefully.

There was no one behind him, and the lights in the stairwell flickered for a moment, then returned to normal soon.

Zhou Qi frowned and continued to walk up.

In the sound of his footsteps, the sound of "rustling" was mixed in again.

He walked a few steps quickly, and the "rustling" sound also became rapid.

He stopped abruptly and turned around abruptly.

Still nothing.

"It's weird..." Zhou Qi grabbed a handful of hair and shouted into the hall: "Huya!"

The sound echoed in the stairwell, and logically it could be heard in the hall.

But Zhou Qi did not get any response.

Zhou Qi still had no fear at this time, he yawned again, turned around and prepared to walk up a flight of stairs.

Just then, he saw a red embroidered shoe on a few steps up.

The workmanship of the shoes is exquisite, the stitches are tight, the colors match beautifully, and the satin surface shone magically in the dim light.

Zhou Qi's eyes lit up: "Folk art!"

He bent down and stretched out his hand, ready to pick up the embroidered shoes.

At the moment when his fingers were about to touch the upper of the shoe, a thought flashed in Zhou Qi's mind, and he withdrew his hand.

"This is not Cinderella's glass slipper. What if you have athlete's foot? Forget it. Don't just pick up the shoes on the side of the road."

Zhou Qi muttered a few words to himself, avoided the shoe, yawned and left.

A certain ghost who had been following behind him and peeping secretly: "..." Whoever has beriberi, please tell me clearly!

A few minutes later, Bai Yi also went upstairs humming a song.

"Gourd baby, gourd baby, seven flowers on one vine~~"

Bai Yi hummed the song purely to boost his courage.

But amidst his out-of-tune singing in Seattle, he still heard the footsteps of "Rustle".

Bai Yi clenched his fists, his heart thumped wildly, feeling that Cucurbit Baby had lost his courage, he opened his mouth and howled: "Sister, you go forward boldly ~ don't look back~"

Attempts to drive enemies back with a "breathtaking" song.

It's a pity that the enemy is stronger than he imagined. Not only did the footsteps not disappear, but they were getting closer and closer.

Bai Yi paused, feeling someone blowing a breath of cool air into his ear.

Bai Yi's mentality exploded in an instant, and he didn't dare to turn his head back at all. He covered his ears and rushed upstairs: "I'm not yet an adult, but I'm still the flower of the motherland, the future and hope of the country, don't scare me, woooooo!"

A pale ghost hand that was about to pat Bai Yi's shoulder froze in mid-air.

Bai Yi had run away without a trace.

The author has something to say: Note 1: "Gourd baby, gourd baby, seven flowers on a vine~~" is taken from the opening song of "Calabash Brothers" Note 2: "Sister, go forward boldly ~ go forward Don't look back~" is taken from the song "Sister, you go forward boldly