I went crazy holding my thighs in the vest

Since it was too late, they couldn't go back to school. Fortunately, Zhou Zipei and Chu Mian sent messages before their dinner ended, saying they would come to pick them up.

Ye Chuan looked at Lu Jingshu and Lu Siyin and said, "Does your school have access control? If you don't mind, can you come to my place for a night?"

Lu Siyin pointed to the car that had been waiting outside for a long time and said, "No need, someone will pick us up. Thank you."

Ye Chuan looked at the car that blended into the night. The miniature plum blossom logo on the rear of the car caught his eye unexpectedly under the bright moonlight.

"Let's go, bye." Lu Siyin said goodbye to them.

Xiang Ling and others watched the car leave. The low-key Rolls-Royce looked like a fast running black panther in the darkness.

"As expected of Mr. Lu, he is so rich!" Xiang Ling tsked.

Ye Chuan didn't know what he was thinking. He looked at the direction the car was leaving in a trance, looking thoughtful. When he heard her emotion, he came back to his senses, smiled inexplicably, and said, "I'm quite rich, too, before." I’ve never seen you feel so emotional.”

Xiang Ling's smile faded a little. After a day of recording, he looked a little tired and said, "After all, this is the past!"

When Ye Chuan heard this, his raised lip line slightly lowered, and he stood at the door of the restaurant, at the intersection of darkness and light, with a somewhat gloomy expression.

The two people's voices were not deliberately lowered. Ji Dongran happened to hear it and couldn't help but said in surprise: "Did Teacher Ye and Sister Ling know each other before?"

Xiang Ling looked forward and Feng Qingyun said calmly: "Let's just meet!"

Ji Dongran felt something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

After a long while, Ye Chuan let out a low hum and walked towards the car Zeng Shuyong drove over.

After saying goodbye to each other and waiting for everyone to leave one after another, Liu Chenan let his hair down and walked slowly into the night.

……

Lu Siyin and Lu Jingshu were sitting in the back seat.

He rubbed the photos in his pocket with his fingers, thinking about things in his mind. When he saw Zhou Zipei again after a few hours, he didn't care about the embarrassment.

"Are you happy with the show?" Zhou Zipei looked at Lu Siyin through the rearview mirror and asked.

Lu Siyin said: "I'm very happy."

Zhou Zipei's voice was filled with displeasure: "Why do I seem to have seen Liu Chenan?"

Lu Siyin became furious when he mentioned him, and said angrily: "They are probably here to defeat me!"

Zhou Zipei laughed.

The car drove smoothly to "Xinghe Tianfu".

Lu Siyin looked at the familiar villa in front of him and said depressedly: "Do you have any special feelings towards Xinghe Tianfu?"

Otherwise, why would the situation in Pucheng be exactly the same as the situation in Kyoto, causing her to recall the moment of social death every time she came in?

Zhou Zipei held her hand and said in a very harsh tone: "Yes, I can think of some special memories every time I come here."

Lu Siyin glared at him: "..."

Zhou Zipei laughed so much that his shoulders shook.

at night

Lu Siyin sat on the bed, only turning on a small night light beside the bed. The dim and warm light only illuminated a small area, magnifying her shadow and casting it on the white wall, like a faceless monster, opening its invisible eyes. A pair of terrifying eyes watched her every move.

Lu Siyin took out the photo he found in the haunted house during the day. After seeing it clearly, his eyes widened in disbelief, as if he wanted to confirm whether his eyesight was wrong.

Her fingers trembled uncontrollably, and her breathing was irregular.

That's a photo of my uncle...

Xu Guanglin was lying lifelessly on the steering wheel of the driver's seat of the car. His handsome young face was covered with bright red blood. He was lying on the driver's seat in a very weird posture, as if he had no bones and was unconscious. .

Lu Siyin's face instantly turned pale, and he was confused. He closed his eyes several times and could not look directly at his uncle's miserable state.

In fact, she couldn't remember anything about what happened ten years ago. When she saw this person again, even though his face was not clear, it still vaguely evoked a familiar feeling.

The man's gentle smile and coaxing voice seemed to still be in her ears.

It seems to be saying: "Yinyin, don't cry, uncle brought you candy..."

This should be the sentence!

Lu Siyin thought uncertainly.

wrong……

Suddenly realizing something, her body became completely stiff, and a senseless panic surged in her heart, as if her body was bound by an invisible rope, as helpless as walking aimlessly in the dark.

No, it shouldn't be like this!

She kept telling herself this.

In Xu Guanglin's original work, the whole text only mentioned the cause of his death, and told some old events in a few sentences. He did not mention a word about the interaction between him and the heroine, let alone the conversation between him and the original heroine.

If not, then how do you know?

Why do you have the impression that Xu Guanglin and Lu Siyin are talking?

Do you even know what to say?

no no no no no no

Lu Siyin covered her face in panic and recalled carefully, trying to figure out how Xu Guanglin's words just appeared in her mind.

Did Lu Jingshu mention it at some point and I just forgot it?

This must be the case. Don't panic, she should find time to ask her sister!

Lu Siyin calmed down and forced himself not to think too much. The fact that he was wearing a book has always been unquestionable.

Since it is not in the original work, it can only be said that she heard it from others after she passed through it.

She took a deep breath and turned over the photo. She couldn't bear to look at it any more, and then another question came to her mind.

Why did my uncle's photo appear in the haunted house?

It happened to be the way he looked before he died!

This shows that Xu Guanglin's death was probably not an accident. In addition to Xu Shuyan, a third party also appeared.

How could she discover it by chance?

It was as if someone had deliberately placed it at her feet, just waiting for her to see it.

What's this person's purpose? What is your identity again?

Is it Ye Chuan?

Xiang Ling?

Liu Chenan?

Or someone from the show team?

Without any information, Lu Siyin could not rule out anyone. Everyone who had appeared in the haunted house was a suspect.

What do you want to tell her by letting yourself see this photo?

A friendly reminder or a malicious warning?

Lu Siyin frowned deeply. These questions were placed in front of her one after another, and she couldn't think of anything.

No clues, no other information, just guesswork.

On the bright side, could it be that she wanted to tell her that her uncle was actually still alive?

Was it the man who took the photo who saved him?

Lu Siyin had to put the photo under the light and study it carefully to see if he could find any clues.

Looking at the front and back inch by inch, I found nothing.

She didn't believe in evil. She lowered her head for a long time, and her neck ached. She lay on the bed with her head up and continued to hold up the photo, wanting to take another look.

Suddenly, Lu Siyin's eyes froze and he looked at the thing in his hand in disbelief.

I saw that the photo of the opaque entity just now, looked at it from this angle against the light, magically became somewhat transparent, with a few faint black lines.

She looked at it intently and with difficulty identified it as numbers: "1, 2, 0, 3, 6..."

What do you mean?

Does it have any special meaning?

Or a phone number?

With an attitude of giving it a try, Lu Siyin took out his phone and punched in the numbers one by one, then clicked to dial.

She breathed softly and put the phone close to her ear. Except for the mechanical beeping sound of the phone and her own nervous breathing, the surroundings were too quiet.

After about a minute and a half, there was no response from the phone. Just when she thought she had made a mistake and that this string of numbers was not actually a phone number, a short, medium-sized "beep" sounded in her ear. ”, especially jarring in a silent room.

Lu Siyin held his breath for a moment.

The call was connected...