infinite danger

Chapter 167 8 Sound Boxes

"Now that the paper bridesmaid is in the closet, why don't you make a bed on the floor?" Zhou Qi looked at Bai Yi who was covered by the quilt and only his head was exposed: "This bed is too small, it's too crowded for us to sleep together. "

"It's okay, let's squeeze." Bai Yi didn't dare to make a request to Ji Siwei, and didn't want to make the floor, so he threw the quilt directly on Zhou Qi's bed, showing a pitiful expression: "If you catch a cold on the floor, the infection will spread." It’s not good for you guys, right, what should we do when we all cool off together?”

Zhou Qi compromised, and asked uncomfortably, "Are you sleeping well?"

"Brother Zhou, don't worry, I'll be as safe as a corpse after I fall asleep." Bai Yi shook off the quilt and got into bed, and patted the bed to Zhou Qi: "Come and sleep, Brother Zhou."

Watching Bai Yi's action of patting the bed, Zhou Qi always felt that this picture was very familiar, like some emoji.

Suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, he scratched his messy hair, and went to bed after turning off the lights.

In the middle of the night, Bai Yi woke up from a nightmare and sat up abruptly. He subconsciously wanted to find Zhou Qi who was sleeping beside him. He reached out to touch him, but there was no one beside him.

There was no moonlight this night, and the room was pitch black. Bai Yi felt a little flustered when he couldn't find anyone, so he fumbled and turned on the light.

The warm yellow light drove away the darkness, and after his eyes could see, Bai Yi finally calmed down a bit. He held the bed sheet and scanned the entire room with suspicious eyes.

"What's wrong?" Ji Siwei also woke up, and the tiredness in his eyes disappeared instantly.

Bai Yi was too nervous, he trembled when he heard the words, looked sideways at him, and said slowly, "Brother Zhou is gone."

Ji Siwei's expression didn't change from the beginning to the end, probably because he just woke up, his brows and eyes were sharper than usual, he got up directly from the bed, and lifted a quilt that fell on the floor.

Under the quilt was Zhou Qi who was lying on the ground in a strange posture, and he didn't know if he was asleep or in a coma.

Ji Siwei said calmly, "He's here."

Bai Yi poked his head out for a look, and his heart returned to its original position: "Why is Brother Zhou sleeping on the floor?"

Ji Siwei: "I was kicked down by you."

Not long after falling asleep, Ji Siwei vaguely heard some movement, he opened his eyes, and vaguely saw Bai Yi kicking the quilt and Zhou Qi, he ignored it and fell asleep again.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the sound of something heavy falling to the ground——Zhou Qi was kicked to the ground.

"Hey hey hey..." Bai Yi smiled embarrassedly, and quickly got up to help Zhou Qi: "Brother Zhou, wake up."

Zhou Qi frowned tightly, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. After being shaken by him, he suddenly opened his eyes and screamed: "Ahhh!

Bai Yi was so startled by the scream that he almost sat down on the ground.

"Brother Zhou, what's wrong with you?" Bai Yi patted his cheek lightly: "Are you also having nightmares?"

Zhou Qi supported the edge of the bed and sat up, panting heavily with his chest heaving: "I dreamed that the paper bridesmaid asked me to open the closet door and let her out. I kept refusing, but she came up and pulled my arm. Then, I watched helplessly. Little by little, I turned into a paper doll."

Bai Yiwen said, his face became paler and paler: "The nightmare I had was also about the paper man."

Ji Siwei said seriously: "What did you dream about?"

Bai Yi raised his hand to support his forehead, and said in a low voice, "I dreamed that the paper figurine couple on the third floor knocked on the door and asked me why I didn't go back to my room to sleep."

"Boom!

As soon as the words fell, there was a violent knock on the door outside without warning.

The door vibrates, like a drum being beaten fiercely, and the sound of the drum is noisy and irregular.

"They won't really come?!" Bai Yi stared at the fragile door, his blood was surging, his cheeks flushed unhealthily, and he felt that what was being photographed was not the door, but his brain .

Ji Siwei raised his hand to turn off the light, and said flatly, "Don't worry about it, just sleep with you."

The room fell into darkness again, but the knocking on the door didn't stop for a moment.

"How can I sleep like this..." Bai Yi murmured softly, and got into the quilt without even showing a strand of hair.

"Are you going to suffocate yourself?" Zhou Qi tugged at his quilt, curled up on the other side, and closed his eyes.

The next morning.

Bai Yi stared at the two big dark circles under his eyes, and was the first to wake up.

The knocking on the door had disappeared, the surrounding was very quiet, the faint morning light shone on the floor, and Zhou Qi's moderate snoring lingered in his ears.

Although this morning seemed safe, Bai Yi didn't have the guts to open the door, so he could only sit on the bed and think about life.

After a while, Ji Siwei also woke up.

He made the bed, and opened the door under Bai Yi's expectant and apprehensive eyes.

The front of the door was empty, and there were many messy black palm prints on the door panel, which were slightly sunken downwards. After careful identification, it was found that these palm prints were different in size and did not come from the same "person".

Last night, the paper couple really knocked on the door.

Ji Siwei looked at the door of Yanyue's room. There were also several black palm prints on it, and the position was low, as if the "person" who knocked on the door was short.

At the dining table, Bai Yi glanced at Zhizhayan who was working, and lowered his voice to ask the others: "Did you hear the knock on the door last night?"

The freckled girl nodded: "I heard it in the middle of the night, but I didn't check it."

The novice girl didn't seem to be in a good mood, she said timidly: "The knock on the door lasted for a long time, and there were people laughing outside. We were so scared that we didn't dare to sleep, and then we fell asleep in a daze."

Yanyue served herself a bowl of porridge: "When I got up in the morning, I saw the handprints on your door. It was more intense than ours."

"I fell asleep quickly last night, but today I woke up with a pain in the back of my head, no... my whole body hurts." Zhou Qi rubbed his neck: "Now that I think about it, when I woke up in the middle of the night, I was lying on the ground. Yes, could it be that the paper figurine dragged me off the bed? Thinking about it, I'm terrified."

"Brother Zhou, stop thinking about it..." Bai Yi said weakly, "I kicked you out of bed last night."

Zhou Qi: "..." Didn't you say that sleeping is more peaceful than a corpse?

After breakfast, Zhizhayan asked them to continue processing bamboo.

Bai Yi was wearing gloves, and his palms were so painful: "When will this pile of bamboo be cut? It's been the third day since I entered the dungeon."

Ji Siwei looked up at him, his expression suddenly became serious: "Bai Yi, don't move yet."

"Ah?" Bai Yi raised his face and froze when he saw Ji Siwei's expression.

The eyeballs turned to the sides, but nothing could be seen.

At this time, other people also turned their attention to him.

Bai Yi saw the fear in other people's eyes, and the blood on his face faded instantly. He opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.

Behind Bai Yi, stood two children in red clothes. They did not know when they appeared. Each of them was dragging a blood-stained axe. They didn't speak, but stood smiling, their blood-stained hands were slightly worse. You have to touch Zhou Qi's back.

Ji Siwei put down the bamboo in his hand, stood up with the knife in his hand, his phoenix eyes showed a little smile: "Kids, what do you do?"

Although he was smiling, there was no warmth in his eyes.

The dark pupils of the two children trembled slightly, the smiles on their faces faded, and they still didn't say a word.

Ji Siwei took another two steps closer to them, tapped the blade lightly, and asked very understandingly and kindly: "If you need help, just let me know."

The smiles on the faces of the two children disappeared completely, and they ran away dragging the axe.

Ji Siwei glanced at Bai Yi indifferently: "You can move now."

Zhou Qi's open mouth was finally closed, he moved his stiff neck like iron, and looked back cautiously, but there was nothing behind him, he only saw two bloodstains on the ground.

The heartbeat slowly returned to a constant speed, and he realized belatedly that his back was soaked in cold sweat.

The other missionaries were also relieved.

"These two kids are too scary..." the novice girl whispered, "I don't even know when they appeared."

Zhou Qi frowned: "How could they run so fast without making a sound?"

Yan Yue stared at the two bloodstains on the ground: "Compared to this, I want to know where the blood on the ax comes from?"

The girl with freckles interjected in a low voice: "Don't worry about it so much, as long as our people are fine."

These questions can only be temporarily suppressed, and the mission workers began to deal with bamboo again.

When the villagers brought their lunch, Zhizhayan suddenly said to them: "I will take two children out to do some errands in the afternoon. You can rest after peeling the remaining bamboo. I will talk about the work after I come back. If someone Come to me, and let him come back tomorrow."

After everyone agreed, Zhizhayan didn't even eat lunch, and went out with the two children.

Yanyue put down the bowls and chopsticks, and clasped her hands: "Don't you think that Zhizhayan has gone out, and this is a good time for us to search for clues?"

"What if this is a trap?" Bai Yi was a little uneasy: "Can't we just wait until the day of the sacrifice?"

Yanyue asked him back: "What if all of us die by the end of the day?"

Neither of them could convince the other, but they looked at Ji Siwei in unison: "Huya, what do you think?"

Ji Siwei suspects that the drawer to go back is in this house, and this is indeed a rare opportunity: "You can search for it, but be careful, especially the paper figurines in the house."

Yanyue raised the corners of her lips: "Heroes see the same thing."

After lunch, in order to save time, they searched for clues separately, and Ji Siwei and Yanyue were in charge of the first floor.

They walk around the living room every day and know the living room like the back of their hands. What they really need to search is the room of Zhi Zhayan and the twins.

They have never set foot in this area, but they can guess which is his room from the frequency of Zhizha Yan's usual visits.

As soon as he walked to the door, Ji Siwei heard a brisk and simple music box melody.

The sound was very small, coming from the room.

Ji Siwei almost immediately remembered the sound he had heard in the movie theater.

On the cabinet he found was a music box.

"It's the sound of a music box!" Yanyue's tone was a little excited, and she eagerly grabbed the doorknob: "I heard exactly the same music when I opened this drawer space. There must be important clues hidden in this room!"

Yanyue opened the door easily, and said pleasantly, "It's not locked."

Things went too smoothly, Ji Siwei felt something was wrong, and reminded: "Be careful."

Yanyue said: "Don't be too nervous, the folk customs in the countryside are simple, and it's normal not to lock the door."

The old wooden door was pushed open, and a strong scent of sandalwood came to the face.

This kind of incense is different from the smell in the hand stove that the ghost boy carried with him. It smells rather choking and uncomfortable.

Yanyue held her nose and walked into the room in no hurry: "He burns incense in the room? Is there something enshrined?"