Baomu looked like he no longer wanted to say anything.
The Taoist priest picked up Bao Mu, dusted off the top of his head, and then folded the yellow paper.
"Mengli..."
"Mengli," as soon as the Taoist priest finished speaking, a man's sad voice sounded on the radio, "Mengli, today is September 17th. You have been gone for two full months. Dad misses you very much..."
The Taoist priest pointed to the envelope and said with his lips, "What he said is the content of the letter."
"Mengli, dad has been forgetting things very much recently. He often can't remember what he is doing or where he is when he wakes up. But Mengli, dad will never forget you..."
"Mengli, dad still can't believe that you left like this, but dad will not give up. My Mengli will definitely come back. As long as dad...as long as dad..."
Qin Yin looked over and looked at the piece of paper, "What do you want?"
"It's not written," the Taoist priest raised his head and listened carefully, "that's all on the paper."
Violent noise appeared on the radio, and the noise became louder and louder. Gradually, the voice of the literary army was completely inaudible.
Qiao Nian frowned and covered her ears.
"……kill……"
In the harsh noise, a vicious word "kill" suddenly appeared.
Everyone held their breath.
The broadcast stopped and the room became quiet again.
"It was really the Literary Army who killed him," Jasmine sighed, "It must have been that his daughter died suddenly, and he was stimulated and went crazy..."
"So he's not dead?" Qin Yin asked.
The question silenced them.
"We have been to the rooms of Wen Mengli and Wansheng. It seems that they all lost their lives because of this doll," the Taoist priest concluded, "but now it seems that what happened to Wen Mengli and his doll have nothing to do with it.
What’s the relationship?”
Xiaolan thought for a while, "But just now on the radio, I heard what Wen Wenjun meant...it seemed like he didn't know he was killing someone."
"Maybe he wants to maintain a good image in front of his daughter?" Qiao Nian said.
"You have to die, you have to kill, what else do you need to show your image," Qin Yin disagreed, "What are he and his daughter pretending to be? Do they think his daughter's spirit in heaven is blind?"
Xiaolan did not respond, but looked at the Taoist priest steadily, "Could it be that what the literary army said is true."
"He didn't know he had killed someone?" Baomu asked.
Xiaolan nodded, then shook her head, "Earlier, could his statement when he was an eyewitness also be true?"
"Confession?"
There was silence all around, and Xiaolan's voice was a little hollow, "Is it possible that the murderer was not him, but his divine child?"
***
The fool was dragged by the NPC and walked into the darkness step by step.
"Bang!"
The door slammed shut behind him, and the surrounding area turned into a thick darkness.
The chain was released with a snap, and the NPC roared a few times in a low voice, pointed at the corner, and motioned for the fool to squat over.
The fool obeyed.
The low growl in the NPC's throat turned into a sickly shrill laugh. He also squatted down and seemed to be sizing up the fool.
The laughter gradually disappeared.
Suddenly, he screamed, and the room suddenly lit up with cold silver light. At the same time, the NPC picked up something and tried to swing it at the fool.
The fool hid for a moment, thinking that the NPC was trying to scare him.
"Brother, brother," the fool pretended to beg for mercy, "I am also a literary soldier, please don't hurt your own people..."
The stick-like thing stopped on top of the fool's head. The NPC gasped loudly and roughly picked up the identity tag on the fool's chest with his other hand.
He is really one of his own.
The NPC threw away the fool's identity card in dissatisfaction and slowly put down the stick.
A few seconds later, he suddenly raised the stick again, grinning and trying to scare the fool a second time.
The fool remained indifferent and even felt a little embarrassed.
"Should I be afraid?" the fool asked, "What reaction do you want? I can scream twice."
It hurts my self-esteem too much.
The NPC gave up and squatted in another corner with a stick in his hand, not even wanting to look at him.
The fool looked intently at this dark space.
It’s different.
This is no longer a closed room, but a courtyard.
The silver light that suddenly flashed across just now might have been a flash of lightning.
There is a two- to three-meter-high crooked tree in the center of the courtyard. The door they entered just now is right next to them. There is also a door on each of the other three walls. The NPC is squatting in the corner behind the tree, probably waiting for others.
Appear.
The two of them were squatting here and there, and the atmosphere gradually became strange.
In order to alleviate the embarrassment, the fool pretended to be relaxed and asked, "Hey, brother, how much do you get from working here in a month?"
The elder brother didn't seem to want to answer.
I was a fool to think about it and asked him if his income was not that good when meeting him for the first time, so he changed the question.
"Does your family support you in this business?"
The elder brother's fist is a little hard.
"Why are they so slow," the fool complained, and then asked, "Brother, isn't it particularly interesting for you to do this job, watching other people get scared all day long?"
The NPC brother couldn't bear it anymore, but still didn't answer his question. Instead, he took something out of his clothes and whispered something to it.
After a while, a bang and the sound of the door opening suddenly sounded in the courtyard.
"Come out?" The fool turned his head in surprise, but saw that the door next to him was still closed.
It turns out that the door next to the NPC brother opened.
A vague figure walked out of the door.
The figure was extremely fast and moved to the fool's side almost instantly. The fool looked up, saw the man's appearance clearly, and opened his mouth in shock.
Then, an inexplicable thing was stuffed into his mouth.
"Uh! - Uh! - Uh?... Bah, bah, bah, bah..."
I thought my mouth was covered with a towel or something, but the idiot struggled with his teeth and tongue, and suddenly found that the things in his mouth were chewable, and they were also sweet.
Like some kind of sticky but sweet pastry.
The fool was indeed a little hungry. He chewed the book with satisfaction and swallowed it with a gulp.
"Who are you……"
Another ball of pastry was stuffed into his mouth.
The fool asked while chewing, "You... you are not... that... dead... god... goddess..."
The person squatting in front of him and desperately feeding him cakes was the charlatan in the front room.
It turns out that the Literary Army NPC just called someone over through the intercom and stuffed his mouth with food.
Could it be that I am really so annoying?
The female NPC fed the fool one piece after another until the door next to her rattled and there was some commotion.
"Others (people) are weird (coming) with thick (producing) breasts (coming)..."
The female NPC immediately stood up and ran through the other door at the same speed as she came.
Silence returned to the courtyard.
Only the fool who was still chewing and the hungry male NPC opposite looked at each other from a distance.