"Deception and Kidnapping in July and a Half"

——"Travel to the Sea" series? Extra chapter

Text/Lyle

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It was windy and rainy outside. The sound of the whistling wind, as well as the sound of water drops dripping from the corners of the eaves and splashing in the puddles on the muddy ground, made the little black egg toss and turn on the straw mat unable to sleep.

It was obviously a hot July day, but this rainy night brought a chill to the bones. The wooden windows were not closed tightly, and the cold night wind blew moisture into the house. The little black egg curled up into a ball and hugged her tightly.

He spread the cotton cloth on his body and secretly opened his eyes:

In the dark room, only the outline of the cupboard could be seen. The bamboo hat that uncle had hung on the cupboard now looked like a person. He was standing there, standing blankly...

Heidan quickly closed his eyes and listened with ears: the rain was hitting the big tree outside the house, making a dull sound. The house was quiet, there were neither ghosts' footsteps nor strange creaking sounds.

.The little guy could only hear his own heartbeat, thump, thump, in the dark night.

The little guy suddenly felt scared, so scared that he couldn't help but open his eyes: the bamboo hat was still standing there like a monster with a pointed head, but what was more frightening was not this - the little guy listened with his ears, but couldn't hear.

Uncle's usual snoring could be heard; the little guy's eyes widened and he looked towards the other side of the room: it was dark and Uncle could not be seen.

The cold wind broke into the room, and Heidan's spine went cold, and all the hair on his body stood up. No longer caring about the face of a little man, or whether he would be laughed at by his uncle, the little guy just said "

"Wow!" Get up, barefooted Ba Ya'er rushed out of bed and rushed over there:

"Uncle, uncle!"

"Um?"

The moment he rushed over in the dark, the little guy's arm turned on the stool, and there was a "pop" sound. Before he could even cry out in pain, Heidan was suddenly hugged by someone.

Uncle's hot chest made the little black egg's cold hair return to its place. The little guy couldn't help but "puff, puff" twice, and secretly smeared the two tubes of snot that had just been scared out on uncle's back.

.

"Hey! Kid! What bad things are you doing?!"

The moment he was scolded, Heidan felt that the arms holding him tightened. The next moment, uncle hugged him and stood up straight, lighting the oil lamp.

In the dim yellow light, the little guy raised his head from his uncle's arms. When he raised his head, he saw his uncle looking at him with a crooked smile:

"Hey, Brother Zhao, I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and was so scared that I cried. Is this what you call 'I have grown up and become a man'?"

The little guy stammered and remained silent. After a long while, he let go of his hands that were holding his uncle's neck, and Heidan—named "Zhao Hao"—jumped off the ground with a "boom": "Not yet... not yet."

It’s all because of you.”

"Oh?" Chen Weisong raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to grab Xiao Guitou's arm, and rubbed it gently. Then, he folded his hands and looked at Xiao Guitou with a funny look on his face.

"It's all your fault for not snoring today!" Little Heidan glanced at him bitterly, "If you don't snore, I will...I won't be able to sleep..."

"Haha!" Regardless of the little man's self-esteem, Chen Weisong laughed unabashedly. The next moment, like an eagle catching a chicken, he deliberately pretended to be fierce and pounced over, grabbed the kid, and

He threw the little guy back on the crib.

Chen Weisong sat on the edge of the bed, casually grabbed his clothes, and wiped the dirty little feet that Heidan had just stepped on barefoot. After wiping them clean, he lightly slapped the little feet, pretending to be angry.

He said it loudly:

"Go to sleep!"

"Well..." The kid was pressed down on the bed, watching quietly as his uncle covered him with a bed. In the candlelight, his broad shoulders were reflected on the wall. Although the shadow was dark,

Being shivered by candlelight occasionally

, but the little black egg didn’t feel scared at all, he only felt his eyelids drooping downwards. But just when he was in a daze, seeing his uncle turn around, the little guy quickly pulled his sleeves and pointed to the bamboo hat on the opposite side.

monster.

Chen Weisong turned to look and burst out laughing. He walked over in three steps, pulled off the bamboo hat on the cupboard, threw it into the cupboard and put it away. Then he turned around, sat back on the edge of the bed, and reached out to light the black egg.

Head:

"Hey! Brother Zhao, Master Zhao, can you sleep peacefully now?"

The kid nodded and closed his eyes obediently. After a moment, he secretly opened his eyes again: the oil lamp was still on, and his uncle was still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him with a smile.

Little Heidan finally felt at ease and closed his eyes again. After a while, he fell asleep hazily.

I don’t know how much time passed, but Little Hei Dan suddenly heard a soft “squeak”. He opened his eyes in confusion, but couldn’t see his uncle. Immediately, he was frightened and woke up most of the little ghosts. Taking advantage of the light of the oil lamp,

, tilting his head and looking over there:

I saw my uncle getting dressed. The little guy squinted his eyes and looked secretly. He saw his uncle put on his clothes, took out a wine jar from the cabinet, then put on his raincoat and a bamboo hat. The uncle was about to blow out the lamp.

, but suddenly stopped and turned his head to look over.

Little Heitan quickly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, and heard his uncle walking over quietly. Then, the little guy felt that his bedding had been straightened out, pulled to his chest, and covered.

Hei Dan narrowed his eyes to a slit and took a sneak peek: after his uncle had packed up, he picked up the wine jar, blew out the oil lamp, opened the door gently, and walked out with a "squeak" sound.

Without even thinking about it, the little guy hurriedly lifted the quilt, climbed out of bed on his hands and feet, grabbed his little straw sandals, and ran out of the house like that.

As soon as he opened the door, the icy night rain immediately drenched the kid. His heart was chilled in an instant, and Heidan couldn't help but shiver. But he didn't care about that much, just

With his eyes widened, Heidan looked at the path ahead through the fine rain. Seeing his uncle's back disappearing around the corner of the path, Heidan immediately followed him without a second thought.

It was a dark night, windy and rainy. The little guy only wore a single coat and a pair of straw sandals on his bare feet. He got wet in a short time and water squeezed out of the straw rope with every step he took. But

By this time

, cold and scared, they all stood aside. The kid wiped the rain from his eyes with his chubby little hands. Seeing his uncle's back getting further and further away, Heidan quickly ran forward with his short legs, trying to keep up with his uncle.

footsteps.

The wind and rain were heavy, covering up the noise of the kid walking on the muddy ground, so Chen Weisong never looked back. Just like that, no matter how far he chased, the little black egg followed his uncle's back all the way, just like that.

I ran to a ruined temple on the outskirts of the county.

This dilapidated temple had been abandoned for many years. I heard from the grandmothers in the town that a person had died here. When Little Heidan saw his uncle carrying the wine jar and stepping into the dilapidated temple, he immediately felt scared.

The cold rain soaked the single clothes tightly to the body, and when the night wind blew, the little ghost's head shivered with the cold.

However, he was so scared and cold that he didn't stop walking. When he saw his uncle carrying a wine jar into the ruined temple, he quickly followed without thinking. As soon as he touched the corner of the wall, he heard

Uncle laughed loudly:

"Ha, Ruizhi, long time see."

The rain has stopped.

Uncle's laughter was very loud, and it was even louder in this empty ruined temple. Somehow, the little black egg squatted behind the wall, put his toes on his toes, and stuck his head out to look - he saw the garden full of

In the desolate courtyard of the abandoned temple, apart from wildly growing weeds, there was only an abandoned well and a stone table.

The uncle placed the wine jar on the stone table, stretched out his hand to take off his bamboo hat and raincoat. Then, he strode to the well on knee-high weeds, slapped open the mud seal on the wine jar, and poured some water into the well.

liquor.

“Aged Shaoxing.”

The sudden sound made Heidan tremble: This was not uncle's voice, but...and...it seemed to be coming from the well, and there was an echo!

Heidan immediately felt his hands and feet were cold, and he opened his mouth to look at it - he saw his uncle tilted his mouth and smiled at the dark well mouth: "Ha! That's right, you have a greedy nose!"

Immediately afterwards, there was silence. The little black egg could only hear the "tick" sound of the rainwater on the eaves of the ruined temple, sliding down to the puddles on the ground. Through the small cracks in the wall and the weeds blocking the eyes, the little guy saw

, uncle placed the wine jar next to the well mouth, and then grinned straight at the well mouth, smiling.

Then, slowly, slowly, a white hand suddenly stretched out from the dark mouth of the well! The white hand, which seemed to be skin and bones, slowly came out of the well,

Get on the edge of the well.

It's... a ghost... a ghost! A ghost!!!

Heidan's eyes widened and he let out a silent cry in his heart. At this moment, he was already shivering with cold all over his body. When he saw this ghost hand, he seemed to be frozen and could not make a sound at all.

Come, he could only watch helplessly as the second ghostly white hand followed him out of the well.

"Tsk!" Chen Weisong smacked his lips and stretched out his hand to tug on Bai Sensen's skinny hand, "Hey, even though 'Bai Wuyi is a scholar', you are still an old ghost after all, and you have a bit of momentum.

No? Don’t crawl up like a dog paddle every time, it’s embarrassing!”

The white and thin hand grasped Chen Weisong's wrist tightly. Chen Weisong exerted his strength and pulled the person - no, pulled the ghost up:

The ghost was thin and dressed like a scholar. If his face were not pale enough to look like a piece of white paper, and his cheeks were deeply sunken, he would have looked human-like just by looking at his figure and attire.

The ghost was dragged out of the well by Chen Weisong, and it was exactly as he said, stumbling down the edge of the well like a dog crawling on his hands and feet. Standing still on the ground, the white-faced ghost patted his clothes gently and straightened them out.

robe.

This action immediately caused Chen Weisong to sneer: "Hey, you nerd. How long have you still cared about this?"

"Ha, speak harshly and laugh at others. Brother Chen, please don't do more ostomy business, otherwise you will end up in tongue-pulling hell in the future. Don't blame me, brother, I can't save you." The white-faced ghost chuckled.

Chen Weisong grinned: "You don't need to tell me, I know that I am destined to go to the ground."

"Huh?" The white-faced ghost's expression froze, he was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise, "What? Brother Chen, what have you done? You might as well tell your brother directly that when you meet the King of Hell in the future, I can pray for you, brother.

plead."

"Pfft! You nerd, you still take it seriously?!"
To be continued...