I volunteer for the underworld

What is known so far, Cheng Ruoyu, Wu Hao, now add Xiao Dongyang, the weird sound can be heard in three places, and there seems to be a connection between two places, Su Han and I are going to start from the string of obsidian check.

However, Xiao Dongyang couldn't say any specific adjectives to the owner of the obsidian bracelet other than "beautiful", so we can only give up our plan to get clues from him.

I tried to ask him for the bead, thinking to check first to see if it was on the same string as Wu Hao, but he refused to give it to me.

He held the beads in his palm and carried them behind his back, as if he was worried that I would snatch them from him.

"Why give it to you? What I picked up is mine!"

"Then can I borrow from you?" I tried to convince him that my intuition thought that this bead was very important.

He took two steps back and shook his head firmly: "No, I can't give it to you!

I'm not a person who likes to force others to make things difficult for me. He didn't want to give it, so I had to settle for the next best thing and take a few photos.

When I was doing these things, Su Han was always in that room, not knowing what he was looking at.After I took a picture and called him, he came out, looked at Xiao Dongyang for a while, said nothing, but told me that he could leave.

We bid farewell to Xiao Dongyang, he stood at the door and watched us go downstairs, I turned my head to look at him, saw that he had not entered the door, so I said deliberately: "Are you reluctant to part with us?"

With a "cut", he decisively entered the room and closed the door.

After confirming that he had entered the door, I asked Su Han if he thought Xiao Dongyang was strange?In fact, I can't say what's strange about it, but he feels very special to me, different from everyone else.

Su Han glanced at me and said with a smile: "Maybe it's because you two look alike, so there is a feeling of sympathy for each other?"

"I'm not kidding, and how are we alike? Why do you say I look like him?"

It's not the same type at all. Well, he looks like a sunny boy, tall and strong, with slender limbs and obvious muscle lines. This is what I envy. I can become like that in my dreams. People are coming.

And I looked like a bamboo pole, with no blood on my face, and I didn't look healthy at all. I could directly cosplay a vampire in a black robe, and I was still the kind who couldn't get enough to eat all day long.

Well, in terms of appearance, I admit that he won. In terms of personality, I don’t think he resembles him at all. He is very extroverted, and I am only extroverted in front of acquaintances.The final thing is IQ, I still think I am smarter than him.

I looked at Su Han in disbelief, and I had a bad thought in my heart: "You can't..."

He looked at me and raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"You don't think he's better than me, do you?" Men in love are always so concerned about gains and losses. Mainly, I think Su Han is too good, and I don't have any special advantages. This makes me very insecure. I always feel that He'd dump me any minute now.

I showed him the muscles I had never had before, and then put my feet on my feet to pretend that I had grown taller, and hurriedly explained: "I will also become as strong as him. You see, I have grown taller recently. You will be taller than him soon, you have to believe me, I am a potential stock, and you will not lose money if you invest in the stock, if you invest in the early stage, you will get a perfect partner in the later stage!"

He looked at me for a moment, then burst out laughing, pressed my shoulders and pushed me back to the original position.

"Can't you be funny? I said you two look alike, and I'm talking about your expressions. Don't you think he looks like a big dog when he talks?

If you think about it carefully, it’s really a bit like that, no, doesn’t that mean that I also look like a dog?

Forget it, like a dog is like a dog, anyway, my uncle often said so, as long as you like it.

So, I think Xiao Dongyang is strange because he looks like a dog?Always feel weird.

I asked Su Han where to go next, and he said to go back to Cheng Ruoyu, let's compare and see what characteristics the voices of these three places have?

Only then did I know that Su Han actually collected all the sounds heard in the three places, thanks to the advanced technology underneath, otherwise, some things would really not be possible.

When we went back, Cheng Ruoyu was watching TV, when I entered the door, the horrible sound effect suddenly made my scalp tingle, he quickly lowered his voice, and smiled embarrassedly.

"Hold, sorry, I'm watching a ghost movie."

I'm not very interested in ghost movies, I prefer to watch comedy movies, so I don't understand people who like to watch horror movies, are they really not afraid?Especially Cheng Ruoyu, looking at Wen Wen's quietness, the sounds in the house made him feel uncomfortable, and he actually likes such exciting ghost movies.

He took the initiative to explain: "Because the type of novel I write is supernatural, so when I have no inspiration, I will find some horror movies to watch."

It turned out to be like this, that is, I found inspiration from movies. I think music alone can inspire people.At least as soon as I hear it, I can imagine the scenes when various ghosts appear.

Su Han asked, "Did you hear anything today?"

Cheng Ruoyu replied honestly: "When I was in the study, I heard some footsteps, and some inexplicable sounds, oh, and knocking on the door."

Su Han asked him what he was doing at home, and Chang Ruoyu answered everything in detail, nothing special, just code, when he was tired, he slept for a while, and then got up to watch a movie.

After he finished speaking, he asked timidly: "What's wrong?"

Su Han said: "It's okay, just ask casually, by the way, when you saw that string of obsidian today, did you say that a friend of yours also wore similar ones?"

Cheng Ruoyu's face was blank for a few seconds, then he lowered his head to avoid our sight, and it took a while before he replied: "Yes."

I could feel that his mood was suddenly depressed, and he seemed very sad.Something must have happened between him and that friend, otherwise how could it be so uncomfortable just thinking about it?

Su Han paused for a while, then asked again: "But tell me about him? And the string of obsidian."

Cheng Ruoyu's hands were intertwined, his joints turned white with force, and his breathing gradually became rapid. His back arched slightly, his head drooped even lower, his voice was very low and trembling.

"Why ask this?"

Su Han said: "Ask casually, if you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it."

He really didn't seem to want to say it, his expression was so sad that he was about to cry, and a nervous person like me could feel his real sadness.

So I took it for granted that he would not continue talking, but I didn't expect that I guessed wrong.He hung his head motionless and sat in that posture for nearly 10 minutes. When the horror movie was about to end, he suddenly spoke.

"Because of my personality and occupation, I basically have no friends. I have always been alone, and I am used to this kind of life, but later, I met someone..."

That was five years ago, and Cheng Ruoyu had just become a full-fledged internet writer from a job he was not used to in every possible way.

At that time, he didn’t make that much money from writing, so he rented a house with others, and he had a room of his own. Because he really didn’t want to communicate with people too much, so he tried to avoid contact with other people as much as possible. The time has passed peacefully.

Until, a resident moved out of that house, and a new resident moved in. The new resident, like the sun, illuminated the lonely and cold world he had carefully maintained.

Cheng Ruoyu said: "He is the first real friend in my life."