Am I human? [Live]

After getting off the high-speed rail, Yun Chuan went straight to the Mu family's headquarters - a small town.

The address is provided by Yunli.

Yun Li asked him to go to the Yun family first, and then through the Yun family to ask the Mu family for treasures to solve his hidden dangers.But he wanted to find out about the Mu family first.

See what kind of family this is.

There are many mountains in Wang Province, and the small town is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the people who come and go have the characteristics of local people's life.

After arriving at the place, I dragged my suitcase and found a hotel.

It was lunch time, and there were many people sitting in the store, which was very lively.

Yun Chuan had a weak and handsome appearance, and the appearance of dragging a suitcase was a bit conspicuous in the small town. Many enthusiastic uncles and aunts asked him if he needed help, even the boss of the restaurant was no exception.

After ordering a few dishes, Yun Chuan always felt that someone was staring at him.

Looking in the direction, a young guy with black, thin, black and crew cut two tables away was looking at him carefully, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

There was nothing special about him, Yun Chuan didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but found that there was an inexplicable aura around the men at the same table with him.

Very obscure, not Yin Qi, but definitely not a good thing.

Come again?

Having just experienced two inexplicable "disasters for pond fish", Yun Chuan was very vigilant.

He is also very lucky, he should buy a few lottery tickets, maybe he can win one hundred and 80 yuan.

After all, no matter what lottery was drawn before, he never won a dollar.

After thinking about it in his heart, he asked the black and thin guy, "You know me?"

Seeing that he took the initiative to talk to him, the latter asked back, "Is your surname Mu?"

It turned out that he was someone related to the Mu family, maybe he thought of himself as someone from the Mu family.

I didn't expect to start contact with the Mu family as soon as I arrived.

"What?" Yun Chuan didn't answer directly.

In the eyes of the black and thin guy, it was he who acquiesced to the surname Mu, and his expression was a little happy for a moment. He looked at the men at the same table, sat opposite Yunchuan with a glass of wine under their suspicious eyes, and said:

"Don't you remember me? I'm Wang Yang!"

"Wang like?"

Yun Chuan acted as if he had an impression but couldn't remember it at the moment.

"I'm your classmate in junior high school! I used to be thin and short, the one who sat in the first and second rows all the time. We didn't have much contact with each other, but I have a deep impression of you."

"Oh... I seem to have a little impression, why are you so dark?"

"...I've always been so dark."

"I remember you weren't so dark before." Yun Chuan said nonsense with his eyes open, without any guilt.

"..." Wang Xiang was at a loss for words.

Can you stop calling me black!

He brought the topic back to Yun Chuan: "Our old classmate hasn't seen you for many years, I think you have changed a lot from before. You used to look very cold and couldn't say a few words all day long. It's pretty easy to get along with now..."

Yun Chuan smiled without saying a word, vaguely feeling that his description was somewhat familiar.

He looks like himself, about the same age, and looks aloof... Why does he sound more and more like Mu Yijue who is lying on the hospital bed.

It's just that he hasn't contacted other Mu family members, so he can't draw a conclusion directly.

"What work are you doing now?" Wang Yang asked instead.

"I see you are carrying a suitcase, have you just come back from out of town?"

"Yeah." Yun Chuan nodded: "Learn some crafts with the family, run around to help, no serious work."

Hearing what he said, Wang Xiang looked a little strange, mixed with a hint of excitement, and the temptation between words became more and more frequent.

"In this age, the craftsmanship that can be handed down is very unusual, right?"

Not sure what he wanted to do, and there was not enough information for Yun Chuan to make it up, so he smiled and said nothing, maintaining a sense of mystery.

But Wang Yang was following this pattern, and became more and more enthusiastic, inviting Yun Chuan to their table for dinner, saying that he just came back, and he should be treated well, clean up the dust, and reminisce about the old relationship.

"Brothers, this is my old classmate from junior high school, Mu Yijue!" Wang Yang introduced his tablemate and Yun Chuan to each other.

He really regarded himself as Mu Yijue.

As they got closer to the people at Wang Yang's table, the dark and gloomy aura became more and more obvious. Yun Chuan faintly smelled an unspeakable stench, if there was nothing, it was a damp and rotten smell emanating from this aura.

"Don't look at my brother's weak writing, but he is very powerful. When we were in junior high school, our school was built on a mass grave. It is said that there are many bones underneath. When we built the school, we dug out a lot..."

Ok?

Yun Chuan had question marks in his heart.

He thought this person was going to introduce Mu Yijue's great achievements, but turned around and started telling ghost stories.

"There were many rumors in the school at that time, one of which was about the boys' dormitory. It said that if you didn't fall asleep in the early morning, you would see 'someone' groping for your body in the dark. It is said that it was because there was a In a mass grave, the body may be buried in one piece or another. When the dead ghost meets someone, he will keep asking him, 'Have you seen my hand? Have you seen my head?'”

Wang Yang deliberately lowered his voice, and said seriously: "I didn't believe it at first, because I lived in the dormitory at that time, and I never saw such a thing until one night..."

The restless teenagers in adolescence always want to do things that challenge authority, things that minors are not allowed to do, and they just want to try.

That day was back to school day, just finished the holiday, and my heart was still very restless, someone secretly took out half a bottle of white wine stolen from home from the schoolbag, and immediately aroused the enthusiasm of the whole dormitory.

"Just right, I brought fried peanuts!"

"Get the cup quickly."

"Let's not get drunk tonight!"

"What if you're drunk and can't wake up tomorrow morning?"

"Don't worry, school has just started, and some people will report tomorrow. Aren't there three people in our dormitory who didn't come? There's no class tomorrow. I figured this out before I sneaked over the wine."

"It's really you."

"hey-hey……"

The five junior high school boys kept their voices low and muttered in the dormitory, held the wine with flashlights and various tools, and imitated the movements of adults to taste wine, feeling very happy.

Bragging while eating and drinking, although they are underage, half a bottle of liquor will not make them all drunk, but it makes them more and more excited, and they are still refusing to sleep long after their usual bedtime.

"Wang Yang, what time is it?"

Wang Yang raised his luminous watch and looked at it.

It's almost twelve o'clock.

"Clean up the dormitory before going to bed. If the teacher smells of alcohol tomorrow night, it will be over!"

"What about the bottle?"

"Wash it, tear off the label and put some garbage in it, put it in a schoolbag tomorrow and throw it away."

After discussing with each other, several people divided the work and dealt with it, and then they lay down on the bed and got ready to sleep when the cleaning was almost done.

Just lying down, I suddenly heard footsteps in the corridor.

The sound was very soft. At first they thought it was a classmate who was not sleeping in the other bed getting up to go to the bathroom at night, but the sound of footsteps sounded back and forth in the corridor, as if someone was wandering back and forth.

The dormitory has already turned off the lights, and the corridor is no exception.

"Who is walking around outside all the time, so noisy that I can't sleep." Someone muttered and complained.

Another person asked, "Wang Yang, what time is it?"

Wang Yang raised his hand to look at his luminous watch: "[-]:[-]."

None of them fell asleep.

The person who asked the time was silent for a few minutes, but the footsteps in the corridor continued to ring, which made him restless, and shouted at the person outside: "What time is it and you are still walking outside, can you let people sleep?"

The footsteps stopped.

The five people in the dormitory thought that he had stopped, but they didn't expect that the footsteps just paused and then sounded again.

"Damn, who is outside!" Someone turned over and sat up irritably, planning to go out to have a look and teach him a lesson.

"Hush! Listen..." Someone noticed something was wrong, and whispered in a low voice: "That person seems to be walking towards our dormitory."

Their dormitory is at the innermost part of the corridor. Although the footsteps were walking up and down the corridor before, they were not particularly close to the innermost end, but now they are clearly getting closer.

"He wants to come to Lao Tzu? What are you afraid of! I..." Before the irritable man could finish speaking, he heard the sound of the bedroom doorknob turning.

He immediately shut up, and the others widened their eyes in disbelief and held their breath.

Because only the inner doorknob can be turned to open the bedroom door, the outer doorknob is fixed and cannot be twisted.

The door cannot be opened from the outside except with a key.

But now, they heard the sound of the door handle turning outside.

"Click."

"Squeak..."

The bedroom door was slowly pushed open, and the moonlight shone into the bedroom along the corridor window.

Before the person standing at the door came in, the moonlight shone his shadow into the bedroom first, pulling out a long, incomplete black shadow.