resentment resuscitation

"Where to go?"

"Where you lost your sense of smell."

The quilt slipped off, revealing a pair of delicate collarbones with mottled red spots on the upper sides.Mai Dingdong's teeth were sore, he raised his eyelids and said, "Sometimes I feel that you are quite inhuman."

"I'm really not." The other party touched the top of his hair, "You're not either."

"you know?"

Zhong Mozhi leaned over, his breath sprayed on the smooth skin of Mai Dingdong's neck, he rubbed it obsessively, and said with a muffled smile, "Your smell is nothing like a human being."

"What's the smell?" Mai Dingdong was curious.

"sweet."

"It's better not to say it." Mai Dingdong kicked off the quilt, and pushed the man sitting on the edge of the bed away with all his strength.

Stepping on the floor with bare feet, he quickly picked up his pants. Just as he was about to put them on, someone grabbed his ankle again and forced him to sit down.

Mai Dingdong's voice trembled, "What are you doing?"

"It's cold on the ground." The tall man squatted on the ground, holding Mai Dingdong's soles firmly with his palms, and helped him put on his trousers nonchalantly.

Zhong Mozhi raised his eyebrows slightly, "Loosen your knees."

His hands on his knees were bony and wide, and Mai Dingdong was silent for a while, silently loosening some tight thighs.

The trousers moved up and finally got where they should be.

It was rainy outside the hotel, with some dampness and coolness, soaked in the skin and sticky.

The boss is an old acquaintance, and Mai Dingdong often went to his house for dinner when he was young.It's just that one year a strange fire broke out in his house, and it burned for two days and two nights, and the whole family moved out of the village and never came back.

He took out an umbrella from the underground storage room, and the boss shook the musty dust off it before handing it to Mai Dingdong, "Take it and use it. There are not many tourists here, so I don't have any more umbrellas."

"Thank you uncle."

The boss stood under the eaves, and above the porch was seeping water, dripping into basins.He lit a cigarette and looked at the field ridge in the distance, his hair was already gray.

Mai Dingdong opened the umbrella and almost stepped out, then suddenly turned around and asked, "Uncle, are you also troubled?"

During this period of time, he saw too many people smoking and reticent.

"It's not annoying." The boss threw the cigarette butt in the pond, coughed and smiled, "I'm getting old, and it's too late to go back to the village to live comfortably. Have you got married yet?"

"Nope."

"It's grown so big." He turned around and raised his chin at the cabinet, "There are also toys you made when you were young."

Looking over, there are several items on the dusty shelf.Mai Dingdong pursed his lips and asked in a low voice, "Where's Xiao Qiu?"

"married."

After finishing speaking, the boss picked up the full water basin, and went outside the house in the rain without going back, "The road outside is slippery, be careful with your friends."

"Know it."

Opening the umbrella again, the handle was taken over, Zhong Mozhi tilted the umbrella slightly, half hugged Mai Dingdong, and led him forward, "Let's go."

The outside of the gravel road was muddy, with a strong smell of grass, which matched the faint bitter fragrance wafting from Zhong Mozhi's body.

Mai Dingdong carefully avoided the pond, and looked sideways at the other side's face.He was sure that it didn't smell like this before.

"how?"

Amid the clear sound of rain, the man's voice was deep and soothing.

"No." Mai Dingdong shook his head, "It's nothing."

Perhaps because the night of looking for grandma was so unforgettable, when Mai Dingdong walked on the remote path, he shivered reflexively, and the coldness penetrated from the soles of his feet to his scalp.

As soon as his shoulders warmed up, he put a hand on his shoulders and pulled him closer.

"Not afraid."

Mai Dingdong gradually relaxed, exhaled, and pushed the umbrella aside, "Your shoulders are wet."

"Yeah." The familiar obedience, but the umbrella is still persistently on the top of Mai Dingdong's hair.

This road has been rebuilt and changed a lot, and it no longer looks like it used to.

Mai Dingdong stopped and sniffed, but found no special smell.With one foot deep and one shallow, he asked inexplicably, "Is there anything unusual here?"

The other party did not speak, and quietly led him to the end of the road.

In the steep broken wall perpendicular to the ground, small waterfalls flow down and merge into rivers underneath.

"How do you know this?"

It was the place where Grandma was covered in black air and almost drowned herself.

Zhong Mo held the umbrella in Mai Dingdong's palm, rolled up his trousers, and stepped into the river barefoot. In the blink of an eye, a layer of drizzle fell on his hair.

"I saw it in the mirror."

He bent down, put his forearm into the water, groped for a while, and picked up a few ordinary stones.

"Don't come down." Zhong Mozhi stopped Mai Dingdong, closed his eyes slightly, returned under the umbrella in an instant, and handed out the stone in his palm.

Mai Dingdong lowered his head, turned the smooth stone over, and there were densely written words on the surface.

"It's Grandma's handwriting." It's a pity that the lettering became blurred due to the water flow, making it impossible to make out the content.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he turned around suddenly, ran eagerly to the edge of the broken wall, stepped on the edge of the stone carefully, and groped behind the waterfall with his hands, and there were indeed finely carved characters.

So many engravings cannot be completed in a short time.Mai Dingdong frowned. In his impression, Grandma hadn't been here for a long time.

Lost in thought, the phone suddenly vibrated, Mai Dingdong shuddered, his feet slipped, and he was about to fall off the stone.

As soon as his waist tightened, he was wrapped around his waist and hugged down just before his head was bleeding.

Mai Dingdong took out his mobile phone in a hurry, and Lu Shiyan's voice came out amidst the sound of rain.

"Are you busy? Can you come over here?" Lu Shiyan's voice could not hide the tiredness, obviously tormented by some things.

Mai Dingdong's heart beat faster, he looked at Zhong Mozhi, and almost blurted out: "Did something happen to Shi Wu?"

After a while of silence and smoke, the other party said: "The past two days, he has been lethargic and talked less. We thought it was because he was tired and didn't worry about it. This kid sneaked into the archives room this morning, and he probably went somewhere alone on a mission. "

He paused, then added, "The headquarters is also putting pressure on Yunhong's budget. Next year, Yunhong's budget will be cut in half. It will be very troublesome for him to make trouble again. Tell the truth, is there something wrong with this mission?"

Mai Dingdong frowned.He vaguely remembered that Wen said that the disappearance of the desert city touched the cakes of several people in the headquarters.It's just that he didn't expect the chain effect to come so quickly.

Turning on the speaker, he asked Zhong Mozhi to listen together.After thinking for a moment, Mai Dingdong explained the matter of "Ranshan" clearly and concisely.

"I see." Lu Shiyan clicked his tongue, "Come back as soon as possible, and be careful."

Through the phone, I could imagine the smoke around Lu Shiyan's lips.

Before hanging up the phone, suddenly, the sound of a roaring explosion came from the opposite side.

"Brother Lu!" Mai Dingdong's heart beat wildly, followed by several loud bangs.

Zhong Mozhi's pupils slid to one side, and a few hundred kilometers away from Yunhong City, a mushroom cloud suddenly exploded in the air not far away, and the strange white mist slowly sank, covering the ground.

Rear bumps, horn honking, and clamor abound.

Lu Shiyan dropped his phone on the table, and after the sound of footsteps in chaos, alarm bells rang out, and the phone was picked up, he quickly said: "Something happened, and the resentment is spreading! Cang Qing, go and call the dog thief back!" "

Lu Shiyan turned to the phone again: "The other local headquarters will mobilize people to solve the problem. The surname Zhong is with you, right? Don't enter the world of resentful spirits alone, come back as soon as possible!"

"Remember!"

"Brother Lu!" Squeezing the phone tightly, Mai Dingdong didn't have time to say anything, Lu Shiyan emphasized again and again, and quickly hung up the phone.

The dense fog not far away was dissipating, and many people in the village came out of their houses to look curiously.

A tangy stench emanated from the fog, followed by a few exclamations, and the people who approached were swallowed by the fog, and bloody corpses like rags were spit out again after a while.

Mai Dingdong's hands and feet were cold, and he wanted to run to evacuate the crowd.

Zhong Mozhi held his wrist, his dark golden pupils quietly watched the spreading mist, he opened his lips lightly, and said two words, "Come here."

Then, in the drizzle and mist, a slender figure flitted across the roof, with seaweed-like red hair scattered on his back, and the pot moon was like lightning, separating the crowd with invisible force, and rushing into the dense fog.

"Let's go back to Yunhong." Zhong Mozhi touched Mai Dingdong's earlobe, "Go back now."

Mai Dingdong understood what he meant.He tried his best to relax his body, kept exhaling, held Zhong Mozhi's hand, and kept emphasizing "trust" in his heart.

The flickering snowflake-like electric current blurred Zhong Mozhi's outline, and the black around him overflowed.

His brain swelled, Mai Dingdong held his breath, his body screamed to stop because of repulsion, his feet just became transparent, and he fell to the ground again in just a second.

"Huh—" He exhaled again, put his hands on Zhong Mozhi's chest, calmed down, raised his eyes and said softly, "I trust you, take me away."

As he spoke, his lips fell on the corner of the other's mouth, and he slowly moved back to the right. The soft kiss carried the power to reassure him. Mai Dingdong took the initiative to enclose the other's slightly cool lips, and closed his eyes.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that he was too familiar with the other party's lips and tongues.

There is no more pain from the squeeze of the muscles, and I retreated panting, and opened my eyes again, the sight is already a familiar scene, but there is the smell of resentment floating from all directions.

The tip of his nose was pinched, and he heard the other party say, "It's great."

No time to be awkward, Mai Dingdong only fainted for a moment, hurriedly pulled Zhong Mozhi to push the revolving door, and ran upstairs to the association.

"The end of the world." Several people ran down.

The familiar office floor was in a mess, Mai Dingdong grabbed one person and asked, "Where's Lu Shiyan?"

"Record room, turn right at the end of the corridor, he is looking for Shi Wu."

Hurriedly running over, Lu Shiyan squatted behind the shelf, and the operator kept nagging him not to smoke in the file room.

"Go to the fucking file room." He didn't turn his head. "Any kid can sneak in. You guys are serious about your work."

The other party said nothing.

Mai Dingdong came to his side and called out.

Lu Shiyan raised his head, his eyebrows furrowed, his anger still lingering.He was a little surprised, "Come back so soon?"

"I was confirming the file that was turned over, and something was wrong, so I have to find it as soon as possible."

The cabinet was knocked twice, Zhong Mozhi looked at Lu Shiyan, "I'll go find it."

Lu Shiyan was slightly puzzled, but still nodded, "It's troublesome."

He would never have expected that Zhagui would offer to help.

Zhong Mozhi patted Mai Dingdong on the head, "Wait for me."

In the next moment, he disappeared in place in an instant.

The echo came quickly, and Zhong Mozhi seemed to be in the world of resentful spirits.

Mai Dingdong walked out of the file room, shook his head, and confirmed that the voice came from inside his head.

Avoiding the crowd and looking at Lu Shiyan, Mai Dingdong frowned and said, "Is there a place in Yunhong where people often commit suicide by lying on the rails?"

Lu Shiyan raised his head suddenly, "Yes."

"He said." Mai Dingdong said seriously: "You have to go there and commit suicide by crashing a car before you can get in."

The author has something to say: Autumn is a period of time, Shirokuma, Aran (*￣3)(ε￣*)

It will explode again in two days