Chapter 56: Fourth night 07

Fang Daichuan brushed the ground and stood up. Because he had been squatting for a long time, his calves were a little numb, he stood too hard, shook his shoulders on the side wall. It's hot. The body temperature is definitely over forty degrees, although it is not so scorching, but even if Fang Daichuan does not have common sense in this area, he understands how unusual this situation is.
"The volcano is about to erupt?" Fang Daichuan thought of this possibility, his face turned pale. You must know that they live on an active volcano, which is in danger of erupting at any time. He rushed out of the corner, pushed open the window facing the stairs, and observed the ocean current outside.
As the tide of the sea came and went, the waves were silent, and nothing could be seen under the cover of heavy rain.
The heat that just surged in Fang Daichuan's blood vessels instantly cooled, and no matter how agitated in his heart faded like a tide, leaving only the deep fear in his heart.
"It's not a volcano. If a volcano erupts, the water level and water temperature should have changed abnormally." Li Sinian stood behind him at some point, pressed his right hand on his shoulder, and made Fang Daichuan's heart with a strong pressure. Slightly more at ease.
"I'm afraid there is something wrong in the room." Li Sinian patted him on the shoulder and motioned to come with him. They walked inside the wall. The house where Li Snian was shrinking was already at the outermost corner, the outermost periphery of all houses.
Fang Daichuan didn’t know what medicine he sold in the gourd. He followed him with a probe, and saw his right hand gently wiped on the wall. He tore the long-haired tapestry hanging on the wall along the texture, and his three fingers clung to the wall. I don’t know what I’m groping for. Fang Daichuan glanced at it, and he also learned something, put his right hand on the wall, and walked inside.
The smell of wax oil in the air is getting heavier and heavier, and even this smell is faintly mixed with some burnt smell.
Li Sinian felt the hotter and hotter fingertips, and his face was grim: "Hurry up and call everyone! It's not quite right, I doubt where the water is."
Fang Daichuan hurriedly nodded and turned around. Just about to move, there was a sudden rush of footsteps under the stairs behind him.
He turned around in fear, staring at the stairs in the dark. The statue on the dome at the corner of the second floor looked back at him, like a crying, silent forever.
There was a shrill roar from downstairs, like the wailing of the mother beast when it was dying, angry and desperate, Li Sinian and Fang Daichuan turned around at the same time, staring guard at the stairs.
Ding Zihui sat with his knees on the reef by the sea. At this time, the night had quietly fallen and the rain had lightened a little.
There was a lot of sand on her body and she was a little uncomfortable, but she didn't care. She leaned closer and smelled her hands. In the girl's hands, only the right has some pen calluses, which are tender everywhere else, and now there are many blood holes in the palms and fingers. She bent down and lifted the sea water, washing her hands over and over again.
In front of her is the moody sea, and the mighty nature of the sea has lifted the veil of the warmth of the day. The black clouds on the top of the dome dispersed a little, and there were a few stars in the distant place, vaguely reflected on the dark sea, like whose eyes were watching her gently.
Children who have been accustomed to the sea since childhood will not be bluffed by the waves. The imagination of the ocean is so terrifying in the eyes of many people who are accustomed to the down-to-earth. Let them live on the coast and even on the sea, they are just like Achilles had his heels restrained. All the mighty powers worth boasting disappeared, leaving only endless fear.
Ding Zihui has no fear.
For many people, the ocean symbolizes death, but for her, it symbolizes life.
There was a rustling sound in the bushes behind her.
"You're here again," she didn't turn her head back, still lowering her head to wash her hands, looking at the turbulent sea, the place she regarded as a symbol of her mother, she smiled and said to herself, "Why do you only have night Just appeared? Are you really a ghost?"
Behind her, a dark shadow stood quietly, without saying a word.
Suddenly there was a "meow~" behind him.
Ding Zihui turned his head abruptly, and saw that the black shadow behind her suddenly disappeared, and a black cat jumped off the reef from the window sill on the second floor of the villa and licked her paw.
In the distance, Li Sinian and Fang Daichuan came out from the main entrance and walked towards the beach. Ding Zihui hid in the bushes under the reef.
On the third floor of the castle, Yang Song was holding a candlestick. At this moment, the sky was dark outside, the rainstorm was beating down in panic, and there was dead silence around him.
The copper candlestick was so hot that she was holding it, and the sweat in her palm soaked the handle of the candlestick, and she almost slipped off her hand several times.
Quietly in the corridor, lambskin slippers knocked softly on the wooden floor, and it was dark all around. Yang Song holds a key in his palm. It is made of brass. The handle of the key is engraved with intricate roses and stars, much like a family emblem or family pattern. She herself didn't know what this set of keys was for.
The third floor is very empty with only four doors. Yang Song moved the candlestick close to the door handle and saw that all four doors were electronic locks.
This is not surprising, Yang Song thought to himself, although this villa was renovated to look like a castle, five years ago, the island was still owned by her in name. The construction history of this villa did not exceed five years at most. The equipment is of course very trendy.
She quickly reached the end.
At the end of the second floor is the corner in front of Li Sinian's room. There is a staircase leading to this floor at the back. It stands to reason that there should also be an upward staircase here. Yang Song looked down at the stairs leading down. It was quiet downstairs, and the black hole in the stairwell was dead silent, only a little light from the candlestick in her hand.
Tears of the candle flowed down the candlestick and hit the brass plate below. Yang Song's toes in his slippers moved unconsciously, and the soles of his feet were full of sweat.
She followed the stairs to look to the other side, where there should have been stairs, there was a wooden door.
This is a dead end road.
What's behind the wooden door?
Yang Song looked at the brass key in her palm. She approached the wooden door with a candlestick, and a key button was lying under the door handle. A shallow layer of dust accumulated on the doorknob, Yang Song's heart sounded like a drum, inserted the key, and opened the door.
A black shadow flashed quickly.
Yang Song Kang-threw the candlestick away with a loud sound.
At this time, there should be no living talent in the villa. She stood outside the wooden door holding her breath in horror, clinging to the wall.
A black cat climbed up from downstairs, glanced at her sideways, and rubbed his chin on his shoulder.
The rain was getting heavier again. Ding Zihui was hiding in the woods halfway up the mountain. He didn't know whether he was exposed to rain or the coldness in his heart affected the temperature around him. She just felt getting colder and colder.
Yang Song quickly escaped from upstairs. The candlestick in her hand was burned out. She didn't know where the slippers were dropped. She ran in horror, her eyelashes trembling nervously. However, when she went down the second floor, she tried to restrain her breathing and heartbeat, and relaxed her movements. She heard someone talking—it was the couple.
The man asked: "What's the smell?"
The woman swiped her card casually, and said charmingly: "You still have some free time to care about, don't you want to "settle the account" with me? Go in."
Yang Song sniffed, reached out to touch the temperature of the wall, raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, and gently opened the door of his room.
At this time, outside the window opposite her door, a tiny moon was shed.