Chapter 18 (1/2)
The time on the pocket watch: 15:45
the paper with purple pattern was sandwiched on the lace edge of the female corpse skirt. Feng Yulan's eyes were sharp, and he immediately found it and reached out for it with joy. However, as soon as his finger touched a corner of the note, he was frightened by a sudden sound.
I don't know when the door of this narrow room is closed by itself! Then the mossy door closed tightly, inlaid in the wall, as if it could never be opened again.
Luo Jian and Feng Yulan are both frightened by this subtle change. In such a dark room, the tattered door creaks and closes itself, which is very strange. Luo Jian frowns and immediately goes to open the door, but when he tries to turn the door handle, he finds that no matter how hard he tries, the door is still closed The door panel is made of dark red wood, which reminds Luo Jian of the creaking smile of his female corpse, which makes her teeth chatter: ”those are all the things that he discarded. He gave up himself and decided to live in the face of another person!”
”May I ask you?” Luo Jian felt that she was sweating all over her body. He was pale and almost helpless: ”where is your husband now?”
The female corpse stopped laughing, and the two black holes on her face looked directly at Luo Jian.
”My husband He's right behind you now. ”
This sentence makes both Luo Jian and Feng Yulan turn their heads and look back. Behind them is the closed door. But I don't know when, the door opened a crack on its own, and it was creaking and creaking, and it opened slowly and slowly
Standing outside the door, Luo Jian and Feng Yu Lan are very familiar, that is the hunter.
The man squints his good-looking red eyes and smiles on his face. He smiles very well. As like as two peas, he was wearing a black combat suit, which was misfits with his surroundings. He had a short knife in his hand, and the knife was exactly the same as that of Luo Jian.
Luo Jian steps back in panic, and Feng Yulan also follows, but they can't go back. Behind her is the body of a woman who is creaking and laughing. Her body is hanging on the rope and her skirt is shaking. The dust on her clothes falls down.
”Is this man your husband?” Feng Yulan was so scared that she couldn't help talking to the female corpse in English. The female corpse was still giggling, laughing again and again, and then replied intermittently, ”Oh, I don't know. He looks different from my husband, but he is really my husband!”
”What does that mean?” Feng Yulan heard the words of the female corpse, which was extremely chaotic. Luo Jian interrupted him and said:
”this guy is not her husband, but his role is really the husband of this woman.”