"I just want this brother who is performing." Yu Xing shrugged under the child's gloomy gaze, "This orphan needs the comfort of the little rabbit more than me."

"...Is that true?" The child was still not very happy if he heard the meaning of Yu Xing's tone. Finally, he looked at Yu Xing and continued to fold his paper.

The actor was very happy to see it: "Then I will accept it."

Yu Xing didn't want to talk to him, so he went to knock on Zhao Yijiu's door.

After a while, everything in the room should have been found.

With a creaking sound, Zhao Yijiu's door was opened. He silently let Yu Xing into the house and closed the door with his backhand: "You guessed that the person who stayed overnight before should have died in the well."

Before Yu Xing could answer, he took the initiative to take out a plate of wet clothes from the bed: "This room corresponds to Song Shusheng. The previous stay-at-home wrote blood words under the bed, saying that he had nightmares every day and dreamed that he was drowned."

Yu Xing glanced at the clothes: "Where did you find this?"

"On the bed." Zhao Yijiu's face looked strange, "I don't look for someone hidden in the quilt, even if I don't look for it, I can't sleep when I want to sleep at night, and the quilt is wet."

Yu Xing lay on the ground and went to see the bloody words written by Zhao Yijiu at the bottom of the bed, but saw no trace.

Zhao Yijiu saw from his expression: "You can't see it?"

"Yeah." Yu Xing said, "It's probably targeting you."

Zhao Yijiu narrowed his eyes: "The blood word says, at night, he dreams of drowning, and there are faint voices around him, and then when he wakes up, he will feel someone sleeping beside him."

"It's obvious that there is no one, but I just feel this way." He put the wet clothes on the table in disgust, "and then he hid under the bed and slept."

In the deserted house, the only thing that can be seen with water is the well.

"Why is this related to Song Shusheng?" Yu Xing was curious. Even though the bloody words wrote about nightmare and drowning, he did not mention anything about Song Shusheng.

"There is a slag in the room, and the last stayed at home was a doctor." Zhao Yijiu opened the cabinet in the room again and picked up a note. The words on it were crooked, which looked like a child wrote, and the content was-

[Brother Song is very interested in medicine and dragged me to submit a note, saying that he wanted to talk to you at night and talk about medical books.]

"Oh, that kid at the door." Yu Xing tsk, "The little guy really likes to do things to help others. He will hand me a note for Brother Song, and then give me a rabbit for Brother Song."

Zhao Yijiu: “…?”

Zhao Yijiu: "I meddled with other people's business and missed a beating."

"Ha, now it seems that this child has a great effect, and he can't get a good one." Yu Xing took the note and pondered, "The person who wrote this note is a doctor... Then his death should be before the stay-at-home in my room."

The person in Yu Xing's room was a scholar. In the eyes of the scholar, Song Ben was a doctor, but he became more and more strange when getting along with him, and seemed to gradually assimilate the identity of the scholar.

Song's ability may be to steal the identity of a dweller, from a temporarily unknown identity to become a doctor, and then a scholar, and now he lives in a deserted house as Song Shusheng.

He told Zhao Yijiu this guess and asked again: "Have you seen embroidery in the house?"

Since Miss Yun and Song Shusheng both appeared in the diary, the previous stayer in Zhao Yijiu's room might have dealt with them at the same time.

"No." Zhao Yijiu gave a negative answer, "No embroidery."

There was no written record in the room mentioning embroidery, and no embroidery was left behind.

Yu Xing thought that the scholar who pursued his wife in his room said, "Miss Li" gave him a white embroidery, but he didn't see him in the room.

Did you go to the well with the corpse, or is there another place to go?

The embroidery given by Miss Yun is white, but the room is covered with red embroidery. Could it be...

Suddenly, a cold feeling surged without warning. It seemed that something was shattering around the ground, and invisible ripples spread out from a certain place, causing the soul to suffocate. Zhao Yijiu groaned and covered his forehead.

"It's so dizzy." He gave feedback briefly, squinted his eyes to look at Yu Xing. Yu Xing was fine, and he even gave him a hand to support him.

"What happened." Yu Xing said.

The screams of a child came from the yard, followed by the sound of a strong woodcutter swearing and opening the door and running out.

"What's going on?" I could still hear the woman's inquiry.

Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu looked at each other, turned around and opened the door, and saw the child's basket knocking over to the ground. He fell to the ground and kept twitching, rolling his eyes.

Opposite, a woman in red and a sick young scholar also pushed the door open and looked out. Both of them were filled with sorrow and doubt, but no one came to help the child on the ground.

The actor who seemed to have never returned to the room stood beside the child, admired the tragic situation for a while, then pretended to help the person up and sit down with him.

The woodcutter hurried to the row of unoccupied rooms with an axe, looking angry: "Who is running around without eyes, trying to kill—"

As soon as he saw Yu Xing and Zhao Yiji come out, he was stunned.

"Why are you two here?"

Yu Xing was very innocent: "Where are you not here?"

The woodcutter had already reached the door of the row of rooms, but suddenly seemed to dare not go in and stared at them in disbelief.

What's going on?

Everyone was all there, and the three people who came to stay today, including the four who originally lived in the deserted house, now one of them counts one, and they all opened the door and stared in the yard with big eyes.

He originally thought that one of Yu Xing or Zhao Yijiu was unruly, but he secretly went to another room as soon as he came, but it was not!

Who is... smashing something inside?

Has it been a god?!

This perception made the woodcutter start to tremble. He put his hand on the door in fear, but did not dare to open it.

The actor smiled meaningfully: "Look at how nervous you are. Are there any important people living inside? Or are there any valuable things?"

"No, no." The woodcutter swallowed, put his hand down, and took a step back, "Forget it, forget it, I'll go in and take a look until the evening."

As he said that, he didn't plan to open the door to check it out.

Yu Xing thought that the movement and stillness were 100% made by Yiqing.

But Yiqing's ghost body is often unable to touch. What happened that made a illusory ghost cause such a movement?

And so... Miss Yun and Song Shusheng, who had locked themselves in the room from the beginning, also came out.

Song Shusheng leaned against the door frame, as if he had to work hard, his face was as pale as paper, his eyes were blue and black, and his fingers were as thin as if they were skinny and bones.

Miss Yun was wearing a blood-colored skirt, with bright red lips and no hair tied. Her black hair was just dispersed and disappeared into the darkness behind the crack of the door.

When Yu Xing was observing, Miss Yun's eyes moved and she looked straight at him.

With eyes facing each other, Miss Yun curled her lips and smiled, her expression was sad, as if she had suffered some injustice and grievances, but she could only force herself to smile.

In short, this is a woman who has a very story at a glance. With the records in her diary, she also casts a layer of dangerous and terrifying filter.

"Look." Song Shusheng coughed twice and said his first sentence today, "The food is ready."

As he finished speaking, everyone looked at the dining table in the yard.

At some point, there were plates of exquisite dishes on the table, and the glutinous rice was placed separately, one bowl, two bowls... It was exactly eight bowls, neatly placed in front of eight small stools.

"Let's have a meal first." The woodcutter threw the axe to the side, scratching his head a little unnaturally, "No matter when the meal comes, you must finish it, otherwise it will be a bad thing."

"What can you do?" Yu Xing leaned over to answer.

"Injured, dead... It's very terrible! If you don't want something to happen, just hurry up and have a meal!" The woodcutter's eyes still had the ferociousness that had not yet faded, but forced himself to look friendly.

Miss Yun walked out of the room completely and closed the door meticulously to the table. She wanted to talk to her but saw something, and her eyes trembled: "There is a bowl of rice...."
Chapter completed!