The two of them walked and stopped, walked through several rose gardens and came to the exact same wooden building in Hachiho.

Unlike other wooden buildings painted with black antique paint, the eaves of this row of wooden buildings are all painted white.

It's like a row of monsters' teeth, uneven.

Moreover, the fragrance of flowers here seems to be lighter than that in other places, but the rotten smell has to turn into substance, which makes He Xiaoman think that these eight wooden buildings are actually the morgues of Rose Town.

Seeing her frowning, Feng Che suddenly asked He Xiaoman: "Do you still remember the route I brought you?"

He Xiaoman slowly recalled the two of them from the shop to the B&B where they lived, and then from the B&B to here. She nodded: "It should be possible to remember."

"That's good. Remember, if you can't find me on the last day, you'll hide here."

He Xiaoman stared at Feng Che with wide eyes and said nothing.

Who told her that she could not communicate with her spiritual sense?

Now I'm outside, who knows whether there are any monitoring and listening equipment installed anywhere, and some words cannot be said casually.

He Xiaoman nodded silently, and the two of them walked back exactly as the previous route.

With Feng Che’s previous tip, this time He Xiaoman firmly remembered the route.

But they didn't go to the street to see the red and white guide monument.

He Xiaoman and Feng Che have a consistent view on the origin of the Bajiazi, probably because of the unique buildings of these eight families.

Feng Che's highlights these days are actually here, but he can only enter the first floor of every wooden building, and he can't climb to the second floor no matter what. Sometimes he obviously wants to enter and walk to the second floor, but after a trance, he returns to the first floor again.

With eight special houses in the town, the special smell, and the inaccessible second floor, Feng Che felt that the hope of survival was probably in this place.

However, there is a house viewer with a musket here. Once he finds someone sneaking in, he will drive him away or even shoot him.

But as long as you leave the scope of these eight wooden buildings, that person will turn around and return to the wooden buildings and will not kill them all, and will never stop until death.

"Like someone placed the puppet here, as long as you enter his alert range, he will be ruthlessly driven away. As long as you leave this area obediently, he will no longer pay attention to your life or death."

He Xiaoman could only be a good listener, but he had some conspiracy in his heart.

When the two of them returned to Rose Street and slowly walked back to the hotel, they had already been supper time.

They were as usual. After He Xiaoman ate a bowl of noodles, He Xiaoman said his thoughts.

"My fog can be invisible. As long as the other party sees through the level of too high, we will not see our existence. Then we will go and see what the secrets are on the second floor of the Bajiazi."

Feng Che shook his head: "I have drawn an invisibility talisman for myself, it's useless. I always feel that the house viewer did not notice someone breaking in through ordinary methods. I once put out the hammer, but he had no reaction at all. Unfortunately, the hammer is too stupid and cannot share the feeling with me. Even if he breaks in, it won't be able to find the second floor."

Well, the hammer is indeed just a hammer.

The day in summer is relatively long, and it is still bright outside at seven o'clock, but the street lights have already lit up one after another. It is said that looking at the beauty under the moon, the more you look, the more you become more and more ecstatic. However, under such dim street lights, the roses look like solidified blood for some reason, which makes the figures of people and ghosts shuttle through the long street.

But everyone seems so happy and smiling.

The street downstairs was bustling with people, but He Xiaoman felt a fear of loneliness that was drunk on the whole world.

Feng Che saw that the time was almost over, so he asked He Xiaoman to bring things with him to move to Yang Duanduan's room.

Both of them were sure that He Xiaoman's unmarked room now means a piece of braised pork that anyone can eat.

It sensed that no one was walking around in the corridor outside, and the two quickly opened the door. At the same time, He Xiaoman wrapped the two of them in a fog and then closed the door.

Very good, a perfect hiding escape.

The last time they broke into 307 was to torture Yang Duanduan for confession, but this time they had to borrow Yang Duanduan's room to avoid disaster.

Feng Che held two thin metal pieces in his hand, and after fiddling for a while, he heard the extremely slight "click" sound from the lock core inside. He Xiaoman couldn't help but look happy. He didn't expect that the bodyguard was so versatile.

Feng Che saw He Xiaoman's envious look, and a little bit of color appeared on his face, but when he reached out and pushed the door, the color disappeared instantly.

The door has obviously been opened?

The metal plates in his hand suddenly became one, as thin as a cicada's wings, and they were slightly upward along the crack of the door. Sure enough, something was stuck. Feng Che tinkered again, and then pushed it again, but after opening a gap, the door was pushed and closed by a force.

Feng Che's figure appeared from the fog with a "sweeping" and kicked the door panel: "Open it, don't force me to come in and kill you."

After the storm inside, a timid voice said, "Swear, if you kill me, you will die in the game, and I will dare to open the door. Brother, I really don't let you in. I... I'm too scared."

Feng Che snorted coldly, and the metal piece in his hand was once again stuffed into the crack of the hair-like door.

The door opened at this moment: "Come in... come in, don't... don't chase me... don't kill me, okay... okay brother?"

Feng Che walked into the room, and He Xiaoman also took the opportunity to stop Mingwu and sneak in.

In the room, Yang Duanduan was still kneeling in the original place like a beauty bottle. The rose blooming from his mouth was about to be put away. The leaves were green and full of vitality. However, Yang Duanduan's body seemed to be getting more and more shriveled, but what made He Xiaoman's eyes almost glared out of the window. When he saw them coming in, Yang Duanduan's eyes shot out hatred, his throat twitched, and he was still alive.

But she couldn't make any sound and could not make any moves.

There were two women in room 307 who had already taken the lead.

Like He Xiaoman's purpose, they both realized the secret of the house number and then hid in Yang Duanduan's room and sought a way out.

Because Yang Duanduan has completely become a rose queen and the people who offer flowers to Yang Duanduan have already driven a crane before she becomes a rose, the two women think that this room is the safest.

After all, Yang Duanduan looks too terrifying now, and no one wants to live in the same room with such a monster.

The two girls didn't expect that Feng Che was still carrying a female companion.

The eyes of He Xiaoman were filled with envy.

Obviously, this short-haired girl is like them, and she doesn't accept anyone's flowers to look for a relatively safe room everywhere.

I don’t know if this man’s flowers were given to others or not at all.

"Bed, you sleep in the middle of the night before, and we sleep in the middle of the night after." Feng Che spoke, and his tone was unquestionable.
Chapter completed!