The door Xiao Sang knocked on was very familiar to Ke Xun, because the candlelight emitted from this room last night was still vivid in my memory-this was the room 402 where the three girls lived before.
Only Xinmiao lives in 402 here.
Xiao Sang stubbornly knocked at the door for nearly two minutes, and saw that there was no movement at the door before he left with high heels.
Before the rhythm was restored again, Xiao Sang stayed in front of a door every few steps, seeming to distinguish the residents inside.
Ke Xun lowered his voice and quickly said, "If she guessed correctly, her next door is our 411."
Xiao Sang's short stay in front of each door should be to judge whether the person living in the door is someone outside the painting-if the answer is yes, she will try to knock on the door.
The footsteps are getting closer, Xiao Sang walks forward along the corridor at a counterclockwise angle, 402, 401, 416, 415, 414...
"Don't look anymore," Mu Yiran retracted his gaze and pressed his body to the wall sideways. This angle made the person on the opposite side see nothing from the window. "If she doesn't respond, she should leave."
Ke Xun also leaned his body against the wall as he said, listening to the sound of high heels coming slowly—this kind of waiting was uncomfortable, as if waiting for some end.
Xiao Sang, wearing high heels, finally walked towards 411 and stayed for a while, when she knocked on the door.
The knock on the door is rhythmic and polite.
This lasted for two minutes. Just when Ke Xun thought it was about to end, the knock on the door suddenly increased in frequency, and he seemed a little impatient.
Both of them didn't dare to move, and stood almost holding their breath, trying to minimize their sense of existence.
The quick knock on the door lasted for more than two minutes before it stopped helplessly. The high heels took two steps forward and suddenly stopped in front of the small window.
The other party knocked on the window unwillingly—Bang, Bang...
A black shadow shrouded from outside the window, and people outside seemed to be trying to look inside, when suddenly a thin voice came: "Open the door, open the door for me, I am Xiao Sang."
Ke Xun was nervous and got cold sweat. It was said that he had also fought with Heizietian, but now he was actually frightened by the strange little woman outside.
"Open the door~" The voice was a little coquettish.
Both of them are breathing, trying not to let things outside perceive themselves.
The woman outside let out a sigh, and then left angrily, disappointed in the voice of high heels, becoming slow and disorderly.
The next door should be at 410, so the two still dare not move because they are too close.
Unexpectedly, the footsteps flew away until they almost disappeared.
Mu Yiran slowly turned his head to look at the curtain slit: "She is downstairs."
Ko Xun breathed a sigh of relief: "Why did she let go of 410?"
Mu Yiran's voice came in Shen Shen, "If I didn't guess wrong, she came from 410."
These words made Ke Xun sweat a cold sweat, and again carefully squeezed his gaze into the curtain to look out. The figure in red had already reached the third floor.
Because it was downstairs from the west corner stairs next to 409, the figure first appeared at position 308 on the third floor, still in the counterclockwise direction, at the previous speed, and stopped in front of the door for a while after every few steps. Step forward.
Qin Ci and Li Taiyong lived in 307, and the red figure knocked on the door.
There was a string in Ke Xun's heart. Although he knew that Qin Ci had always had a score, and Old Man Li Taiyong wouldn't make any mistakes, this little sang was really incomprehensible. In case he knocked on a few doors and didn't open it, he was provoked Angry...
Xiao Sang finally gave up 307. It took a long time to knock on the door, but he didn't knock on the window again, and moved on to 306.
"Strange, I thought she would knock on the door longer than once." Ke Xun was puzzled.
"Maybe, she has any way to smell or perceive the smell of people inside." Mu Yiran said.
"Are you talking about the number of people?" Ke Xun thought for a while. The number of people in his room is the same as that in Qin Ci's room. "Can he still smell the height and weight?"-If you talk about this, how many people should your room be? The highest value in this room.
"No, I think her distinguishing method should be gender and age." Mu Yiran's voice was a little embarrassing unnoticeably.
Ke Xun suddenly realized that he was pure before, and he actually forgot that Yangui often knocked on the door to find something—especially this female ghost is probably from 410. According to Qiu Lu, this woman loved to read some messy books before she was alive. ...And once left shocking verses in the men's and women's toilets...
But, is this a female ghost? Xiao Sang, obviously even appeared during the day.
There are two rooms on the third floor where companions live, except for 307 where Qin Ci and Li Taiyong live, and the other is 309 where Shouzhu and Zhitiao live.
Xiao Sang passed almost half of the corridor circumference before slowly reaching his destination.
However, because of the restricted vision, 309 was almost directly below 411, so Mu Yiran and Ke Xun could not see the movement below, and could only rely on ear power to listen.
The knock on the door rang, and it rang for about two minutes. Xiao Sang once again made a whistling Jiangsu-Zhejiang accent: "Open the door, I am Xiao Sang, brother open the door."
Mu Yiran whispered: "Do you think this voice is a little different from Xiao Sang during the day?"
Ke Xun was a little slow in distinguishing voices: "The accent is almost the same."
"No, this accent is a little deliberate, as if imitating Wenzhou dialect." Before Mu Yiran's words were finished, the sound of opening the door suddenly came out from downstairs.
This move caught people off guard, 309 opened the door? who is it? Who opened the door for her?
——It should be thin bamboo.
The door opened and closed again.
There was no sound during the whole process.
After a while, there was staggering footsteps, and a figure appeared in the corridor on the third floor, looking very panicked by that posture, and finally walked towards Qin Ci’s 307, seeming to be knocking on the door. After a while, the door opened and the man left. Go in-it is hard to tell who this person is in the dark.
The whole building was silent again.
Ke Xun's heart sank, waiting for some kind of exclamation or cry for help in a while.
There was no sound for a long time, just like the silent fire last night.
307 opened the door, is this a way of accepting drop-in? Is it a foul?
309 opened the door to outsiders. What about this behavior?
Suddenly, there was a wheezing sound. The wheezing sound was too loud, as if it was close to the ear, no, no, it was like the sound made by a stereo speaker.
Ke Xun and Mu ran a glance at each other before they were sure that this was not their own auditory hallucinations. The voice came again, this time with more explicit panting and moaning...
Fuck, where does this extremely horrible loud noise come from?
Ke Xun felt that the ground trembled slightly, and suddenly felt the white light outside the window, and hurriedly cast his gaze to the window again.
Looking at the past, it was unforgettable forever. Ke Xun felt that a pair of his pupils burst out with bright fireworks that lasted for ten centuries.
A pair of huge mountain-like bodies are stacked in the middle of the courtyard of the entire tube building, and the huge white flowers are doing indescribable things in ecstasy...
The whole picture is like a huge holographic image, but it is so real that the gas they exhale almost obscures the glass windows.
Ko Xun finally understood the meaning of "spicy eyes". At this time, his eyes withstood the tremendous pressure, staring out the window on the verge of an explosion, even blinking.
The hum of μbi... Ke Xun can't even curse swearing anymore. In the face of such a huge breach of the lower limit, all the foul language seemed to be a hymn.
Is this "appreciation" uncontrollable? Ke Xun tried hard to look to the side, but his eyes couldn't move at all, and he could only stare at the huge "living **** palace" in front of him...
The bodies of the two giants were shining, as if they were actively attracting the attention of others. Ke Xun finally found out with difficulty that the thin giant man was thin bamboo, and the white and abnormal woman was not. Xiao Sang.
Perhaps it was because the "action" was too intense, causing the woman to throw off the Ω-shaped black wig on her head, revealing a long, snow-white hair. The two people exchanged angles in passion, and the woman's entire face was exposed to Ke Xun In front of the window...
Snow-white face, snow-white eyebrows and eyelashes, only the pupils are pale pink, just like wearing some contact lenses.
The woman shed passionate tears, some unbearable words screaming in her mouth, and those shocking verses.
Ke Xun was struggling with himself, and finally closed his eyes with vigor, and gradually his body was able to move, and then he quickly turned around, panting and leaning against the wall-he didn't know how to "appreciate" this. What is the tiring thing about it, but it is exhausting both physically and mentally.
Mu Yiran had also leaned against the wall, and the two looked at each other, and they showed an innocent expression like a stick figure.
Crying without tears.
The outside sound continued, and became more and more intense, just like a giant surround sound was installed on the entire circle of the building, so that the whole world could hear their behavior.
Ke Xun staggered back to the bed and lay down: "Emma, it scares me to death, but it destroys me."
Mu Yiran still stood by the window and didn't move, but his gaze no longer looked out. The cold and rigidity of the room formed a sharp contrast with the intense stimulation outside the window.
The loud sound outside lasted for almost two hours before it slowly fell...
Ke Xun also gradually recovered from the huge nausea and panic: "Outside, is it done?"
Mu Yiran still didn't look out, but opened half of the curtains. Ke Xun was caught off guard to see the unfinished scene outside the window, and did not know which organ of the giant the close-up of the window was photographed. Words.
Ke Xun went numb for a while, and finally retched.
"That's an albino patient." Mu Yiran's voice was even more cold against the voice outside the window.
"Who?" Ke Xun heard the Eight Immortal Tubes, and was shocked by the desire to eat a few Danshen dripping pills.
"The woman posing as Xiao Sang outside the window should be the white woman Sha Liu saw last night. Judging from her skin and pupils, she should be an albinism patient."
"She, why pretend to be Xiao Sang?"
"It's hard to tell, I think Xiao Sang is a more attractive type for men." Mu Yiran said these words without expression.
Indeed, a woman of Xiao Sang's type had successfully attracted Shou Zhu during the day. Maybe Shou Zhu thought it was the real Xiao Sang knocking on the door, so he opened the door to him regardless of the rules.
This is the real "forgetting to die" in the legend.
When the sound outside the window completely disappeared, the sky was already dimly bright.
Ke Xun lay on the bed for a while, then got out of the bed and opened the curtains. The outside finally returned to normal.
It was as if the men and women in the two huge copulations last night were a fantasy, or a suffocating bizarre dream.
"What happened last night is more in line with Luo Bin's magical realism style." Mu Yiran made an artistic summary of this absurd event.
"Right." Ke Xun felt that he couldn't even speak.
The two opened the door and went out. The first light was on the corridor. Some people had gradually emerged from the room, including Sha Liu and Qiu Lu who lived next door. Their expressions were like stones, and they were obviously Tossing late is numb.
Looking down, there were several people in the courtyard of the patio, as well as a naked male body.
The door Xiao Sang knocked on was very familiar to Ke Xun, because the candlelight emitted from this room last night was still vivid in my memory-this was the room 402 where the three girls lived before.
Only Xinmiao lives in 402 here.
Xiao Sang stubbornly knocked at the door for nearly two minutes, and saw that there was no movement at the door before he left with high heels.
Before the rhythm was restored again, Xiao Sang stayed in front of a door every few steps, seeming to distinguish the residents inside.
Ke Xun lowered his voice and quickly said, "If she guessed correctly, her next door is our 411."
Xiao Sang's short stay in front of each door should be to judge whether the person living in the door is someone outside the painting-if the answer is yes, she will try to knock on the door.
The footsteps are getting closer, Xiao Sang walks forward along the corridor at a counterclockwise angle, 402, 401, 416, 415, 414...
"Don't look anymore," Mu Yiran retracted his gaze and pressed his body to the wall sideways. This angle made the person on the opposite side see nothing from the window. "If she doesn't respond, she should leave."
Ke Xun also leaned his body against the wall as he said, listening to the sound of high heels coming slowly—this kind of waiting was uncomfortable, as if waiting for some end.
Xiao Sang, wearing high heels, finally walked towards 411 and stayed for a while, when she knocked on the door.
The knock on the door is rhythmic and polite.
This lasted for two minutes. Just when Ke Xun thought it was about to end, the knock on the door suddenly increased in frequency, and he seemed a little impatient.
Both of them didn't dare to move, and stood almost holding their breath, trying to minimize their sense of existence.
The quick knock on the door lasted for more than two minutes before it stopped helplessly. The high heels took two steps forward and suddenly stopped in front of the small window.
The other party knocked on the window unwillingly—Bang, Bang...
A black shadow shrouded from outside the window, and people outside seemed to be trying to look inside, when suddenly a thin voice came: "Open the door, open the door for me, I am Xiao Sang."
Ke Xun was nervous and got cold sweat. It was said that he had also fought with Heizietian, but now he was actually frightened by the strange little woman outside.
"Open the door~" The voice was a little coquettish.
Both of them are breathing, trying not to let things outside perceive themselves.
The woman outside let out a sigh, and then left angrily, disappointed in the voice of high heels, becoming slow and disorderly.
The next door should be at 410, so the two still dare not move because they are too close.
Unexpectedly, the footsteps flew away until they almost disappeared.
Mu Yiran slowly turned his head to look at the curtain slit: "She is downstairs."
Ko Xun breathed a sigh of relief: "Why did she let go of 410?"
Mu Yiran's voice came in Shen Shen, "If I didn't guess wrong, she came from 410."
These words made Ke Xun sweat a cold sweat, and again carefully squeezed his gaze into the curtain to look out. The figure in red had already reached the third floor.
Because it was downstairs from the west corner stairs next to 409, the figure first appeared at position 308 on the third floor, still in the counterclockwise direction, at the previous speed, and stopped in front of the door for a while after every few steps. Step forward.
Qin Ci and Li Taiyong lived in 307, and the red figure knocked on the door.
There was a string in Ke Xun's heart. Although he knew that Qin Ci had always had a score, and Old Man Li Taiyong wouldn't make any mistakes, this little sang was really incomprehensible. In case he knocked on a few doors and didn't open it, he was provoked Angry...
Xiao Sang finally gave up 307. It took a long time to knock on the door, but he didn't knock on the window again, and moved on to 306.
"Strange, I thought she would knock on the door longer than once." Ke Xun was puzzled.
"Maybe, she has any way to smell or perceive the smell of people inside." Mu Yiran said.
"Are you talking about the number of people?" Ke Xun thought for a while. The number of people in his room is the same as that in Qin Ci's room. "Can he still smell the height and weight?"-If you talk about this, how many people should your room be? The highest value in this room.
"No, I think her distinguishing method should be gender and age." Mu Yiran's voice was a little embarrassing unnoticeably.
Ke Xun suddenly realized that he was pure before, and he actually forgot that Yangui often knocked on the door to find something—especially this female ghost is probably from 410. According to Qiu Lu, this woman loved to read some messy books before she was alive. ...And once left shocking verses in the men's and women's toilets...
But, is this a female ghost? Xiao Sang, obviously even appeared during the day.
There are two rooms on the third floor where companions live, except for 307 where Qin Ci and Li Taiyong live, and the other is 309 where Shouzhu and Zhitiao live.
Xiao Sang passed almost half of the corridor circumference before slowly reaching his destination.
However, because of the restricted vision, 309 was almost directly below 411, so Mu Yiran and Ke Xun could not see the movement below, and could only rely on ear power to listen.
The knock on the door rang, and it rang for about two minutes. Xiao Sang once again made a whistling Jiangsu-Zhejiang accent: "Open the door, I am Xiao Sang, brother open the door."
Mu Yiran whispered: "Do you think this voice is a little different from Xiao Sang during the day?"
Ke Xun was a little slow in distinguishing voices: "The accent is almost the same."
"No, this accent is a little deliberate, as if imitating Wenzhou dialect." Before Mu Yiran's words were finished, the sound of opening the door suddenly came out from downstairs.
This move caught people off guard, 309 opened the door? who is it? Who opened the door for her?
——It should be thin bamboo.
The door opened and closed again.
There was no sound during the whole process.
After a while, there was staggering footsteps, and a figure appeared in the corridor on the third floor, looking very panicked by that posture, and finally walked towards Qin Ci’s 307, seeming to be knocking on the door. After a while, the door opened and the man left. Go in-it is hard to tell who this person is in the dark.
The whole building was silent again.
Ke Xun's heart sank, waiting for some kind of exclamation or cry for help in a while.
There was no sound for a long time, just like the silent fire last night.
307 opened the door, is this a way of accepting drop-in? Is it a foul?
309 opened the door to outsiders. What about this behavior?
Suddenly, there was a wheezing sound. The wheezing sound was too loud, as if it was close to the ear, no, no, it was like the sound made by a stereo speaker.
Ke Xun and Mu ran a glance at each other before they were sure that this was not their own auditory hallucinations. The voice came again, this time with more explicit panting and moaning...
Fuck, where does this extremely horrible loud noise come from?
Ke Xun felt that the ground trembled slightly, and suddenly felt the white light outside the window, and hurriedly cast his gaze to the window again.
Looking at the past, it was unforgettable forever. Ke Xun felt that a pair of his pupils burst out with bright fireworks that lasted for ten centuries.
A pair of huge mountain-like bodies are stacked in the middle of the courtyard of the entire tube building, and the huge white flowers are doing indescribable things in ecstasy...
The whole picture is like a huge holographic image, but it is so real that the gas they exhale almost obscures the glass windows.
Ko Xun finally understood the meaning of "spicy eyes". At this time, his eyes withstood the tremendous pressure, staring out the window on the verge of an explosion, even blinking.
The hum of μbi... Ke Xun can't even curse swearing anymore. In the face of such a huge breach of the lower limit, all the foul language seemed to be a hymn.
Is this "appreciation" uncontrollable? Ke Xun tried hard to look to the side, but his eyes couldn't move at all, and he could only stare at the huge "living **** palace" in front of him...
The bodies of the two giants were shining, as if they were actively attracting the attention of others. Ke Xun finally found out with difficulty that the thin giant man was thin bamboo, and the white and abnormal woman was not. Xiao Sang.
Perhaps it was because the "action" was too intense, causing the woman to throw off the Ω-shaped black wig on her head, revealing a long, snow-white hair. The two people exchanged angles in passion, and the woman's entire face was exposed to Ke Xun In front of the window...
Snow-white face, snow-white eyebrows and eyelashes, only the pupils are pale pink, just like wearing some contact lenses.
The woman shed passionate tears, some unbearable words screaming in her mouth, and those shocking verses.
Ke Xun was struggling with himself, and finally closed his eyes with vigor, and gradually his body was able to move, and then he quickly turned around, panting and leaning against the wall-he didn't know how to "appreciate" this. What is the tiring thing about it, but it is exhausting both physically and mentally.
Mu Yiran had also leaned against the wall, and the two looked at each other, and they showed an innocent expression like a stick figure.
Crying without tears.
The outside sound continued, and became more and more intense, just like a giant surround sound was installed on the entire circle of the building, so that the whole world could hear their behavior.
Ke Xun staggered back to the bed and lay down: "Emma, it scares me to death, but it destroys me."
Mu Yiran still stood by the window and didn't move, but his gaze no longer looked out. The cold and rigidity of the room formed a sharp contrast with the intense stimulation outside the window.
The loud sound outside lasted for almost two hours before it slowly fell...
Ke Xun also gradually recovered from the huge nausea and panic: "Outside, is it done?"
Mu Yiran still didn't look out, but opened half of the curtains. Ke Xun was caught off guard to see the unfinished scene outside the window, and did not know which organ of the giant the close-up of the window was photographed. Words.
Ke Xun went numb for a while, and finally retched.
"That's an albino patient." Mu Yiran's voice was even more cold against the voice outside the window.
"Who?" Ke Xun heard the Eight Immortal Tubes, and was shocked by the desire to eat a few Danshen dripping pills.
"The woman posing as Xiao Sang outside the window should be the white woman Sha Liu saw last night. Judging from her skin and pupils, she should be an albinism patient."
"She, why pretend to be Xiao Sang?"
"It's hard to tell, I think Xiao Sang is a more attractive type for men." Mu Yiran said these words without expression.
Indeed, a woman of Xiao Sang's type had successfully attracted Shou Zhu during the day. Maybe Shou Zhu thought it was the real Xiao Sang knocking on the door, so he opened the door to him regardless of the rules.
This is the real "forgetting to die" in the legend.
When the sound outside the window completely disappeared, the sky was already dimly bright.
Ke Xun lay on the bed for a while, then got out of the bed and opened the curtains. The outside finally returned to normal.
It was as if the men and women in the two huge copulations last night were a fantasy, or a suffocating bizarre dream.
"What happened last night is more in line with Luo Bin's magical realism style." Mu Yiran made an artistic summary of this absurd event.
"Right." Ke Xun felt that he couldn't even speak.
The two opened the door and went out. The first light was on the corridor. Some people had gradually emerged from the room, including Sha Liu and Qiu Lu who lived next door. Their expressions were like stones, and they were obviously Tossing late is numb.
Looking down, there were several people in the courtyard of the patio, as well as a naked male body.
