Jiang Xuan reached out and knocked on the door, but the door fell into dust upon knocking.
I knocked on the door several times, but everything was quiet inside. Just when a group of people were nervous, the door suddenly opened, and a blond girl looked out.
She has an extremely beautiful face, her skin is very white, and she does not look like a yellow person, but her facial features seem to be of mixed race. Her nose bridge is high, her eyes are light brown, but she has long golden hair that reaches her waist.
The girl was wearing a black shirt with lace cuffs, a pair of neutral dark pants, and ordinary sneakers.
Through the crack in the door, you can see a lit candle inside, a backpack, and a half-paved floor.
Seeing that it was a living person, everyone at the door relaxed.
But Jiang Zhen kept staring at her closely.
The blond girl looked at them a little nervously, and then asked: "Are you here to travel too?"
It's spoken in Chinese.
When Peter heard this, he immediately ran forward with a smile: "Hello, my name is Peter, they are my guests, and I am their guide. You speak Chinese, and you are also Chinese? But you look at
It doesn’t quite look like it.”
"Mixed race, my grandma is Chinese and I was raised by her."
There is a difference between bleached blond hair and natural blond hair. People with sharp eyes can see it. Her delicate facial features and facial structure are not oriental.
If you can pronounce the name grandma without any accent, you can basically determine the identity of the other party.
When he met his fellow countrymen, the tense and fearful atmosphere just now disappeared.
Cheng Leyao asked curiously: "Are you alone? Why did you choose this house to live in?"
"This house is dry."
Cheng Leyao remembered what Jiang Yu said and continued to ask: "But this place is far away from the main road over there. Did you come here? Don't you have a car or a guide?"
Nan Qing replied calmly: "I chartered a car. The driver only dropped me off at the intersection of Wandao Island and then returned. He will pick me up in a few days."
She glanced at the off-road vehicle outside the yard: "You drove all the way in from the intersection and came on the main road. I came here on foot on a small road alone. It's closer than you. There is a small road next to this house."
Peter drove them around the Island of the Dolls and then all the way to the small town.
The blond girl walked across the path and there was a path next to the house, so she naturally chose this house to live in.
With her doubts dispelled, Cheng Leyao was completely relieved.
Jiang Yu: "Can we come in? Let's stay together tonight."
Nan Qing was a little hesitant.
Peter saw her concerns and said, "Don't worry, we are all good people. I can show you my work permit. You are not safe even as a girl. Why don't we go together next?"
Peter took out his work permit as he spoke. He was so sincere that Nan Qing couldn't refuse.
Nan Qing blinked: "Okay, come in."
As a doll, she does not need to blink, her eyes do not feel dry, and she has no blinking reflex.
Now in order to imitate living people in front of these living people, Nan Qing has to imitate the blinking frequency of living people.
Xu Mingrui had a stomachache and was asked to sit down as soon as he entered the room.
While complaining about his young man's poor health, Peter took a simple camping water pot from the car and started to cook him something hot to eat.
As a guide, Peter is absolutely responsible for taking care of tourists.
The living room of the house was very large, so Jiang Yu moved the sofas to the corner, creating a large open space for them to use.
After doing this, Jiang Yu went upstairs alone. He seemed to be very curious about the house, so he was going to go upstairs and have a look.
Xu Mingrui said: "Jiang Zhen, it's getting dark now, why don't you go up and watch tomorrow, and sit down and rest together."
Jiang Xuan didn't respond and walked upstairs on the wooden board.
The wood will fall off whenever you step on it.
Nan Qing spread a simple sleeping bag, and her resting place was a little far away from them.
Peter was cooking the pasta and said, "Beautiful blonde girl, what's your name?"
"Chinese name is Nanqing."
Peter raised his eyebrows: "Then do you have an English name?"
"Yes, but I won't tell you." Nan Qing smiled, the candle shone on her fair face, and her blond hair was covered with a layer of orange light.
Peter preferred to talk to more beautiful people, and he said: "We both have golden hair, and the firelight shines beautifully on our hair."
Nan Qing did not respond.
Peter: "Miss Nanqing, have you eaten? Do you want some pasta?"
"No, I've already eaten. You can eat."
Dolls don't need to eat, but if they must eat, it's not this kind of thing.
I don’t know if it’s because the puppeteer who made her is evil, so she is very interested in things with a heavy smell of blood...
Nan Qing sat on the sleeping bag, glanced at the three people, and then turned his eyes to the dark second floor with a vague look.
The hero of the world has been up there for a few minutes.
This house is quite big, and there are many rooms upstairs. He shouldn't be looking at each room one by one, right?
As expected of the protagonist, he is quite courageous.
…
On the second floor, there was dust everywhere, and many furniture had cracks.
Jiang Qi looked around with a flashlight. The houses here were all in medieval style, and many of the furnitures were very beautiful.
He pushed open the door of the master bedroom. There was a large bed in the master bedroom, but the bed was thickly dusty and dirty.
Jiang Xian came to the bathroom. The bathtub was so dusty that the original color could not be seen clearly, and the mirror was also covered with dust.
He looked in the mirror with his flashlight.
"Ta...ta da da..."
Suddenly there was a very small rubbing sound.
Jiang Xuan's eyes darkened, and he suppressed the light of the flashlight and slowly walked out of the master bedroom.
In the dark corridor, a half-meter-tall figure ran happily past.
Jiang Xuan didn't see anything when he came out, but when he shined a flashlight on the dust on the ground, in addition to the traces of where he had just walked, there were also very small footprints, like those of a baby.
Jiang Xuan knelt down to check carefully and took out his camera to take pictures.
What he didn't notice was that on the ceiling above his head, there was a doll lying on the ceiling like a spider, with its head growing backwards, its facial features downward, and looking at Jiang Yu with a pair of white-grey eyes...