MTL - I Can Rewind-Chapter 336 people in the photo (6)

  Chapter 336 The person in the photo (6)

   When it was time for dinner, Huang Chen asked Yan Junze to go down for dinner on the first floor.

   This guy seemed to follow Yan Junze's instructions very much. Yan Junze said that no one else should go up to the second floor, so he greeted them one by one. Until now, no one has gone upstairs.

  In fact, this building is too gloomy and cold. There have been weird disturbances before, and the exorcist was killed. Generally, no one will walk around when there is nothing to do.

  In this situation, staying in a crowded place is the most normal choice for ordinary people.

  Dinner was delivered by the staff of the spirit-destroyer team. Each person had a lunch box, a small plate of fruit, and a bottle of mineral water.

  But the protagonist of each photo was distributed three bags of instant espresso.

Yang Zhijun's physical condition was very poor. After contacting the medical staff, the doctor came and did not inject him with any stimulant, but gave him a drip, which not only provided energy for the body, but also added a little drug that stimulated the central nervous system. , but the dosage is not large, and it is used under the supervision of a doctor.

  This can ensure that Yang Zhijun's physical condition will not continue to deteriorate, and he can stay awake.

Immediately, Yan Junze went to a hardware store on the street and bought a box of foam nails, that is, the kind of nails on one side and a round surface on the other. You can directly press the round surface with your fingers to press the nail into the object. Buckle.

  After putting the foam nails into his pockets, it was already dark, and Yan Junze slowly returned to Mansion No. 7.

  After chatting with Huang Chen and Li Yue, Yan Junze took the bedding and pillows that he had prepared earlier from Huang Chen, and went upstairs.

  Huang Chen watched him walk to the corridor on the second floor, and couldn't help but said: "Be careful, don't be arrogant, if you can't handle it alone, call out, and Li Yue and I will come up immediately."

  Yan Junze turned his head and smiled and said, "Don't worry, just pay attention to other people's reactions at all times."

  Huang Chen still looked a little worried, but nodded, but didn't look away.

  Yan Junze walked into the corridor, passed the corner, and the eyes behind him disappeared.

  He opened the door of the private room, put the chairs together, then spread the bedding on the chairs, and then went to the window and opened one of the windows.

  He poked his head out and looked around. After making sure that only this window was open, he just lay on the window sill and enjoyed the night view outside.

   It seems to be influenced by Xianger. Yan Junze immediately thought that this location is very good for enjoying the night view, and Xianger must like it very much.

   Mansion No. 7 does not only have a front yard and a single building. There is also a courtyard at the back of the building. There are lush plants in this courtyard, half of which is occupied by a grape shed, and the other half is near the wall and there is a pond.

  The water in the pond has not dried up, but it has not been managed for a long time, the water quality is already very poor, there are garbage floating on the water surface, and the pond is covered with green moss.

   After an unknown amount of time, Yan Junze suddenly shivered, feeling a little chilly.

  He tightened his collar, and was going to sit wrapped in a quilt in the private room for a while.

  Although Tianmeng belongs to the southern region, the climate is relatively warm, but in this winter season, it is not everyone who can bear the cold wind blowing on the window all the time.

  Just as he was about to look away, he suddenly focused and saw a slender figure silently climbing over the wall of the courtyard below.

  Unfortunately, the place where the figure fell was the pond where the stinky water had accumulated.

  Yan Junze was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't dare to remind him directly, lest he would alarm Huang Chen and others downstairs.

  The figure suddenly fell down, but also found something wrong in the middle, and suddenly moved sideways, like a bird sweeping across the surface of the pond, drawing a ripple on the water surface, and landed on the side of the pond in a fluttering manner.

  Looked up at Yan Junze's direction. It seemed that the soles of his feet were not affected by the slippery moss at all. He approached with a few steps, and then leapt up to the second floor.

  Yan Junze could see clearly, knowing that it was Xianger who had arrived, so he quickly took two steps back.

  Xiang'er leaped at the same height as the window on the second floor, and stretched out her hand to grab the edge of the window, like a nimble kitten, quickly jumped into the private room, and gently closed the open window with her backhand.

   "Where is this place?" Xiang'er asked in the first sentence.

"A quiet place that is convenient for me to carry out my plan." Yan Junze said: "The parties who turned their heads in the photo are all downstairs tonight, and there are still ghosts present below, so don't go down, the activities upstairs The scope is also limited to what cannot be seen from the ground floor."

   "Yes." Xiang'er nodded without asking why.

Yan Junze continued: "I have already launched a plan to let the woman in the black dress follow me. I will sleep here later, and there is a high chance that the woman in the black dress will appear in my dreams. You Watch out for me, and if something is wrong with me, wake me up with all your powers, just like last time."

   "Well, I'll keep staring at you..." Xiang'er said, before turning her head to glance at the night scene outside the window.

  The road section of Mansion No. 7 is very good, and the night view is also rare and beautiful.

  But Xiang'er knew the importance of tonight's matter, even if the night scene was beautiful, after Yan Junze fell asleep, her eyes would never leave him for half a second.

   Not long after, Yan Junze spread out the group photo, and Xianger came over curiously to watch it.

  Yan Junze pointed to himself in the photo: "This is me. I just tilted my head slightly just now, and now I have turned my head halfway. It has only been less than two hours."

   "That is to say, how many times faster than Xia Ruolan in the photo do you turn your head?" Xiang'er said.

Yan Junze laughed: "The sooner the better, I gathered all the photos of the turning heads and took this group photo, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful. No one downstairs sleeps tonight, only me , so at this speed, the probability of encountering a woman in a black dress in my dream will be very high."

   After saying that, Yan Junze took out the foam nails he bought from his pocket and said, "I'll go outside for a walk, don't come out, just wait for me in the private room."

   About half an hour later, he came back, and Xiang'er was standing by the window watching the night scene.

  After returning, Yan Junze threw the empty box containing the foam nails into the trash can, and asked with a smile, "Did Ku Zai say anything to you after I left you two this afternoon?"

   "He apologized to me." Xiang'er replied without looking away.

   "Through observing these few days, I feel that his nature is not bad, but he just doesn't know how to get along with others." Yan Junze said.

   "I can feel it too, but I should be better than him at the beginning." Xiang'er hesitated when she said this.

Yan Junze smiled and said: "You are all very simple, but you are not in a hurry and are slowly learning to understand the world. But he has held back for too long and is eager to express himself. Call back."

  Xiang'er covered her mouth and laughed.

   "By the way, are you still collecting hair?" Yan Junze asked suddenly.

  Xiang'er was taken aback, but didn't answer right away.

"I'm just asking casually." Yan Junze said: "After meeting Xia Ruolan today, from noon to afternoon, I noticed that her hair seemed to be getting shorter, and then I remembered your hobbies. In fact, it's okay to have special hobbies, as long as It doesn’t hurt anyone.”

   "How did you find out?" Xiang'er knew that Yan Junze didn't blame herself, so she asked curiously.

"The last time I was with Gu Bai and his wife, I met Xia Ruolan for the first time in the restaurant. I noticed that when she bowed her head, the hair on her forehead could hang by her ears. It was the same when we met at noon today. But before we took a photo just now, I found that The strand of hair is half a knuckle away from the ear, which is obviously shortened."

  Yan Junze sat down while explaining, rolled up the laid quilt, and put it on his feet.

  After hearing his explanation, Xiang'er turned her head, stared at him seriously, and said, "I can't control it. When I see someone with good hair quality, I want some of her hair."

   "Now your main body's hair has become very long again?"

"Um."

   "As long as it doesn't hurt others, this little hobby is acceptable." Yan Junze lay on the chair with a smile on his face.

   After a while, he took out the group photo again, glanced at himself in the photo, and found that his head had been turned more than halfway, only the position behind the ear could be seen, and even the side face had disappeared.

   Gently turned over, put the photo aside, Yan Junze joked: "Now that I think about relying on sleep to complete the task, I don't feel sleepy at all."

  Xiang'er said softly: "I remember when I was a child, I couldn't fall asleep, and my mother would sing me a popular lullaby in Wangjiawan—Baby, be obedient."

  Looking back at Yan Junze, he smiled: "But I don't remember clearly now, there are only a few familiar melodies in my mind."

   "You can also hum the melody." Yan Junze closed his eyes.

  The scene fell into silence.

   About ten seconds later, a humming sound sounded from the window and echoed in the private room.

  Because she was afraid of being heard downstairs, Xiang'er lowered her voice very low, which sounded very low.

  But precisely because of the deepness, it appears long and melodious. The tune reveals a sense of elegance and grace, calm, soft, clear, without ups and downs, just like a mother's whispering and singing.

   I have to say that although Xiang'er can't remember the lyrics clearly, she has already grasped the essence just by humming, just like a ray of breeze constantly blowing against Yan Junze's ears, the melody curls up, making people's impetuous thoughts gradually quiet down

  It seems to be in the center of a spacious square, with the drums at dusk and the bells in the morning, melodious and low, from far to near, shocking the soul.

  Yan Junze's vision gradually became clear from blur, and he found that the soles of his feet were stepping on blue stone bricks that he had never seen before, one by one, carefully carved and neat.

   When I looked up, I was indeed in the middle of a large square, surrounded by towering buildings similar to Ole Dadu.

  The shape of the building is a bit like Mansion No. 7, with round roofs, curved eaves, and spike-like signs on the top of some roofs.

  The colors of all the houses are mainly gray, white and black.

  Looking around, there was no one in the huge square, and not far from Yan Junze, stood a long and narrow clock tower.

  At the top of the bell tower near the spire, there is an old big clock without a second hand. At this moment, the hour and minute hands seem to be stationary, and I don’t know if they are running.

   "What's going on? Where is this?"

  Yan Junze looked around, everything in front of him was so real, he didn't notice anything wrong.

He walked forward, and after only a few steps, he saw the door of the clock tower was opened, revealing the darkness inside the building, and then a skinny hand stretched out from the darkness, with extremely long fingernails, even Somewhat curved.

  The hand grabs the edge of the door.

  Yan Junze stopped.

   Soon a cane protruded from the door and stood on the ground. The fingers holding the head of the cane were also thin and the nails were bent.

A stooped and thin old man appeared at the door, but he didn't come out completely, only half of his body was exposed, his hair was sparse, his face was wrinkled, his eyeballs seemed to be covered by his eyelids, as if he was looking at Yan Junze direction.

   It was silent.

  In the entire square, there was not even a sound of wind, and it was dead silent.

   "Old man?" Yan Junze was not sure whether the other party could understand him, so he took a step forward and broke the silence.

  The buildings here don’t look like those in Huaying Dadu, and the old man’s facial features are three-dimensional, but because he is too old, he can’t tell which face the residents of Dadu are from, and he can’t even tell whether the old man is a man or a woman.

  The old man didn't answer him.

  Yan Junze took a few steps forward again, and said, "Old man, where is this place?"

  He still doesn't understand why he is here.

   But the old man remained silent, just staring at him.

   At this moment, behind Yan Junze, the cyan masonry moved slightly and made a sound. The whole masonry was slowly pushed up by something, and in the process, dirt chips kept falling.

  Yan Junze also heard a voice behind him, and stopped immediately.

  He didn't turn back immediately to check what was behind, but at this moment, the old man in the clock tower slammed his cane on the ground, opened his mouth and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Turn your head! Turn your head!"

  Yan Junze was taken aback, feeling that this sentence was very familiar.

  The brick behind him had been completely lifted at this time, something got out, and there was a sound of dragging on the ground, not only that, but also accompanied by the rustling sound of some hard object on the bluestone brick.

  Yan Junze still didn't turn his head, his subconscious was telling him that he couldn't do this.

  The old man standing at the door of the clock tower seemed to be a little anxious, and the crutches hit the ground again, and the metal-wrapped iron head hit the ground with a loud noise.

   "Turn your head! Turn your head! See what that is?"

  The eagerness of the old man, the strange sound behind him, and the words "turn your head" kept ringing in Yan Junze's ears.

  Boom!

  At this moment, he suddenly came to his senses, feeling light-headed and dizzy for a while.

   "I'm in a dream, what the **** am I in a dream!"

  Yan Junze stretched out his right hand to support his forehead, his head was buzzing, and he opened his eyes to look at the clock tower in front of him and the skinny old man standing at the gate of the clock tower.

  The strange noise behind him was getting closer and closer, but the old man's lips were still parted, giving a reminder of "Turn your head".

  Yan Junze resisted the uncomfortable feeling in his heart, struggled, and put his left hand into his pocket.

   "Turn your head!" The old man's voice rang in his mind like a bell.

  The next second, the rustling sound behind him was completely approaching.

  A black palm rested on Yan Junze's shoulder from behind. Although the palm was black, it looked as if it had been scorched. The surface of the black skin was completely cracked, and pus could still be seen flowing from the crack.

  Of course, Yan Junze didn't have time to watch.

  The moment the palm touched his shoulder, he reached into his trouser pocket with his left hand and touched a foam nail.

   Without hesitation, he directly pressed his thumb against the side of the needle tip.

  A tingling pain came, as if the thumb had been stabbed by a foam nail.

The pain made Yan Junze tremble, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a private room on the second floor of Mansion No. 7, curled up on the chair that had been assembled just now. He firmly grabbed the edge of the quilt.

  The lights were on in the private room, but there was no one around. The window was open, and Xiang'er, who was supposed to be standing aside, disappeared.

  (end of this chapter)