Chapter 8 Chapter 7 In the Desert

Something moved in the shadows. One finger long, it is a lizard, if there is still the sun, it will be a delicate green, but now it is completely unclear, it flickers for a while, and then disappears into the shadow of the red willow.Of course, it could also be a scorpion. Yuan Ye specifically told him not to cross the red willows on both sides of the road at night, and go deep into the desert. There are many poisonous scorpions. This is more than 200 kilometers deep in the Taklamakan Desert.I'm waiting for Zhongyi. Someone kept whispering in my ear, and I couldn't hear what she was saying.From the time I entered the village of the Rob people, there was such a sound in the air that I couldn't hear it if I listened carefully, as if it was generated directly in my mind.Is it a mosquito with a woman's face, hum, hum, hum, hum.

Maybe it was the sequelae of Fan Sicong's stick, a slight concussion? So I'm kind of crazy.During the day, when I came out of the haunted house with my head covered, I kicked the grand master's chair over.The shape of the lower part of the chair is very strange, four boards are surrounded between the four chair legs, if you don’t kick it over, you can’t see what is under the chair—a pile of smoking ashes. "Marijuana?" I looked at Fan Sicong and then at Zhong Yi, and then smiled: "I'm not afraid of burning the chair." Zhong Yi immediately bent down to look.I say don't get carried away, like me.Then I went over and patted her on the shoulder and said you smell like blood.

She immediately stood up and saw my expression was a bit weird. Probably because I've been smoking too much marijuana, I said. The blood sticking to that leaf may be human blood. At that time, I was still dizzy and had a terrible headache, and I couldn't think deeply about anything. Fortunately, it seemed that I had escaped from the murder.Stumbling out of the haunted house, Chen Ailing, who was waiting outside, was shocked when she saw me, and asked what was going on.I slapped myself on the face, turned around and asked where those two were just now. Fan Sicong looked displeased, and said why did you ask us instead, and how did you run into the kiln, and the entrance was sealed with stones.

I stared at him fiercely at that time, and asked abruptly, "Why did you get separated from Zhong Yi?" He was taken aback by me and didn't answer for a while, but Zhong Yi reacted very quickly and immediately said that she and Fan Sicong had been together. I chuckled and asked Fan Sicong, "Really?" Fan Sicong said yes, but there was obvious hesitation in his tone. Why hesitate, because he's lying?I glanced at Zhong Yi, she was looking at Fan Sicong with something in her eyes. Chen Ailing told me to go back to the car and rest.When walking out of the village, Zhong Yi asked me how I knew there was marijuana under the grand master's chair.

"I don't know, I just saw a little girl crawling on a chair, with a white dress and red shoes." As soon as he said this, he immediately became quiet. Get in the car and drive all the way to the desert.As soon as I was bumped in the car, my head swelled, and I couldn't think of anything, so I had to sleep.Fortunately, I already have a decision in my heart. There was a time when parking was convenient, I woke up and asked Yuan Ye if everyone was there when the car was being repaired after lunch today.Yuan Ye replied that Fan Sicong and Zhong Yi had been out for a long time.During a quick dinner I asked what was wrong with the tire, and it turned out that a big nail had been driven into the side of the tire, but there was no nail left, otherwise the air would not have leaked so quickly.That is a place where normal driving is not easy to get into, it seems artificial.

If I asked Fan Sicong again, where did he go during the repair of the car, and whether he was inseparable from Zhong Yi all the time, what would he answer?Do you still insist on being with Zhong Yi? I mentioned the topic of Luobu people living in a mixed village first, but before that, it was she who was talking to Fan Sicong about the Luobu people's landscape village.Zhong Yi still knows me a little bit, can she guess that I will taunt Fan Sicong and bring out the real Luobu village? can. I have to admit, I was seduced.Forces are mutual, and while disturbing Fan Sicong, my own behavior pattern has also become easy to predict.I thought it was my choice to go to the Rob village, but it actually fell into her design.

She must be very familiar with this village, the legend of the haunted house, and even the underground kiln.This is her preset battlefield. Also, how did I fall asleep while repairing the car, and why I suddenly became sleepy at that time, it is very strange to think about it now.Since marijuana is used in the haunted house, it is normal to put some sleeping pills in my diet. The few hours I was asleep were pre-arranging time for her.After all, they are all together this way, and before the action is formally implemented, she must go out and do something by herself. As for Fan Sicong, his tone and expression when I asked about it, did he start to feel strange? If Zhong Yi found a reason to separate from him during the few hours of repairing the car, and it was the same in the haunted house, he must Already confused.However, Diaosi always subconsciously defends her goddess.

Or, did he conspire with Zhong Yi? Join Zhong Yi's plan halfway because you can't stand my disturbance? Yes, no, yes... Some voices began to whisper in my heart again.I closed my eyes and pressed my head, and then I heard a horn sound in front of me, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a black shadow coming from the white light. It's headlights. When Zhong Yi arrived, she actually dared to come. Yuan Ye drove her off, the lights were not turned on in the car, but I think he glanced at me before leaving.Is it for his own business, or is he curious about my relationship with Zhong Yi?Maybe he thinks that I really have a way with women, so I can help him.

But he didn't know that at this moment, the malice in my heart was rolling like a raging wave. Does Zhong Yi know?She's so smart and knows me so well, does she know that? I live alone in a house in the desert. This is the residence of road maintenance workers. There are hundreds of such houses on hundreds of kilometers of desert roads.The road maintainer, with his wife, lives here all year round and is responsible for irrigating the vegetation along the road for several kilometers before and after, so as to keep the road from being flooded by quicksand. We were supposed to stay in the tower tonight, but the west side of the only hotel in this desert town is undergoing repairs, and the number of available rooms has been temporarily reduced by more than half. We contacted in advance, and based on our arrival time, it is very likely that there will be no rooms. , can only reserve one room for us at most.However, the hotel can help contact nearby roadkeepers who are willing to earn extra money, and temporarily rent their houses to us for a day, and the price is more expensive than the hotel.So I rented three houses for road supporters, one for me, one for Chen Ailing, one for Fan Sicong and Yuan Ye, and Zhong Yi lived in a hotel in the town.

"Come in." I said, opening the door. The house looks like a mobile home, but it is actually a concrete wall. A small diesel generator in the backyard provides electricity, and a light bulb hanging from the ceiling glows yellow. After dinner, I slept in the car for a while, and when I woke up, I was already in the desert. I felt that my headache had improved a little, and I could try to think about something and make some plans.The house where Chen Ailing lived was the first to arrive, followed by the one where Fan Sicong and Yuan Ye lived, so when I was about to get off the car, only Zhong Yi was left in the car, and of course the driver Yuan Ye.That's when I sent out the invitation.

I need to talk to you.I seem to say so. Look, I'm a little tired, I'll put my luggage first.Zhong Yi kept his mouth alive and didn't say anything to death. When I was waiting on the side of the road, I thought for a while that she would not come. The hut of the roadkeeper has two rooms, with tables and chairs outside and a bed inside, the furnishings are extremely simple. I sat down at the square table, and Zhong Yi sat opposite me.We've never been more formal these days. "It's strange that you didn't ask me what I ran into along the way," I said. "We asked, but you didn't answer." "Really?" I patted my head: "Fan Sicong's stick was really cruel." She took her hand off the table.Before that, her hands had changed two positions, as if they were uncomfortable no matter how they were placed. I stood up, walked half a circle around the square table, and saw her fingers clasped into fists, blocking her stomach. I slowly walked around to her side and stood next to her, still able to see her hands.The slender fingers looked whiter because the blood was squeezed out forcefully.The nails were beautifully manicured and flesh-colored. "Your nail polish has worn off a lot." I said suddenly, "It must have been rubbed off in the afternoon. That big rock is quite rough, but you have a lot of strength. Your hands are so thin, they are not suitable for heavy work." "Fan Sicong moved the stone away, but I don't have the strength. This kind of nail polish is tender, and it has been worn away by bumps and bumps these days." "Really." She turned her head to look at me, and I bent down, face to face, lightly put my hand on her right arm, and slid down the sleeve. Goosebumps exploded on her neck, and her neck stiffened. "Does it hurt?" I asked. "what?" "Still on this hand?" I patted her left arm. "What are you saying?" "Wound." I sniffed. "I can really smell blood, where is the cut?" I brushed my hand over the outside of her thigh: "It can't be... on the leg, it's hidden enough, but it hurts to walk .” Finally, Zhong Yi couldn't stand it any longer, she was shocked and opened my hand forcefully. "What the hell are you doing, the smell of blood is my big aunt!" I froze for a moment, and took half a step back. She stood up and said angrily, "What on earth did you call me here for?" I went back to my original seat and sat down, smiling at her. "Remember yesterday's appointment, my psychiatrist." "Of course I remember, but that's not what you meant just now when you made a fuss and said nothing." "You know I got a stick today, and it's a bit abnormal. But do you really remember, why do I feel that you haven't looked like a psychiatrist since you entered the door?" Zhong Yi was silent, then she suddenly smiled, sat down again, and said, "Then what do I look like?" "It looks like it now," I said. "So, do you still insist that I imagine, at random, to stimulate your memory?" "No." I patted my head: "That stick reminded me of something." I looked at Zhong Yi, she tried her best to pretend to be calm, but she couldn't hide her uneasiness after all. So let me amplify her uneasiness. "It's one hand, one left hand." I said slowly, not in a hurry. "There are many wrinkles, not deep, but densely packed, as if they have been worn in a gravel field. The wrinkles are dark brown, and there is always dirt that cannot be washed off. The five fingers are very short, and the little finger is crooked and cannot be bent. It is straight like an orchid finger. When poked, the nails were flat enough to dig into the flesh, and the nail crevices were also black, hiding enough mud to feed earthworms. The arm connected to this hand has a lot of hair, concentrated in the front third of the forearm It is probably due to aging that the hairs elsewhere have fallen out, and only these are left lingering, like a withered black hair cover around the wrist. There may still be some muscles in the arms, but the skin has loosened and hangs like a skin. On the muscles, the blue veins on the back of the hand snaked for a few inches, sinking into the skin and disappearing." "On the arm is the neck, a very long neck. The neck is also covered with lines, which are as fine and dense as the lines on the hands. In fact, he is like this all over his body. If he takes it off and brushes it flat, the area will be twice as large The same is true for the dirty mud that he hides. He doesn’t take a bath often, and he probably gently splashes the water when washing to make the mud stickier. Sometimes it makes people feel that his complexion is so dirty, but The cuticle is thicker. There is a black tire on the side of the neck, covered with hair, much longer than the one on the back of the hand, and shiny. The hair roots are well nourished by the mud, and there must be little claws under the skin to suck it. Blood." "There is a pointed chin on the neck, never shaved, but the beard is strangely short, just a thin tuft, which is completely different from other places. This little tuft of hair hangs on one place, and sometimes it simply sticks to the neck, because it always sticks to the neck. Something like suet or saliva. Upward is the left ear without the earlobe. It seems that the gap was bitten off. I don’t know whether it is a human or a dog. The hair on the ear is so lush that it can hide anything, exuding a strong smell The smell is disgusting. His face is full of pockmarks and age spots, full of decay. In fact, his nose bridge is high and straight, but it gives the impression that the whole face is sunken. Between the cheekbones and cheekbones, there is a deep hollow, and the eyeballs, nose and lips are rotten inside." "He was wearing a black suit, which had been worn for a long time, and the cuffs were loose and wrinkled because they were often rolled up. Under the suit was a vertically striped T-shirt, and under the T-shirt was a tuft of chest hair. All the vitality in him seemed It was all sucked away by the hair that grew everywhere, and everything else fell away, like the ribs under the chest hair, the skin covering the bones is only a thin layer, and some places are wrinkled due to looseness, but you can still see clearly The ribs look like they are densely arranged on the left and right, but they are particularly fragile, as if they will collapse with a single punch." I said this while staring into Zhong Yi's eyes.She maintained a smile, but that smile was stiff, and the blood had even begun to fade from her lips.Then she started dodging and stopped looking into my eyes. I have a different kind of pleasure, mixed with the faint headache and the buzzing sound that still lingers in my ears, stirring it into a rich and fragrant addiction. "There is a pyramid below the ribs, a pyramid that sinks inward, and the black and smelly navel is like an entrance, leading to the tomb. The belly is blue-gray and slowly wriggling, as if maggots would crawl from it at any time It came out the same, and there really were, one by one, and buzzing flies..." "Enough." Zhong Yi said in a low voice, her voice was too soft, I couldn't hear clearly, it seemed to be such a sentence. "Aren't you willing to listen?" "What you said... looks like a dead person." "Yes," I said, "he's dead. You... know that." Zhong Yi lowered her head, like an ostrich trying to bury her head in the sand. When I said the last few words, her whole body trembled almost undetectably. I leaned my upper body forward and saw her arms overlapping in front of her abdomen, the muscles were tense, and the blue veins were floating. The wind outside the window whined a few times, and she said something mixed in the wind, but this time I really didn't hear clearly at all.Then, as if she had made a decision, she relaxed her arms, raised her face, and repeated it again. "why?" "Why...do you do such a thing?" She asked louder and louder each time.She finally tore off her camouflage coat, knowing that no matter how hard she tried to hide it, it would be of no avail. "Welcome back, my goddess," I said, "You always have too many questions, too many questions, even though you already know the answers." She laughed strangely a few times, and said, "He has been buried there for so many years, and no one has discovered it." "In the underground labyrinth that has been stacked layer by layer for thousands of years, it is nothing to bury him alone. There must be many others buried. Don't worry, he will not be lonely." "I just don't understand. I just want a reason. I want to hear from you why you want to kill me." She stared at me fiercely, as if she wanted to eat me up. "Why did you kill... him, or you?" I laughed: "You are lying, you... are lying." I stood up slowly, put my hands on the table, and stared at her. "Do you just want a reason? You have arranged so many carefully, just for a reason? It's really embarrassing for you. Which file room did you dig up the few cases along the way? The level is not enough. It’s similar to the one in the auto repair shop, but it’s still a little bit worse, you’ve experienced it, you’ve watched it, you know my technique, right?” She wanted to stand up, but she leaned back hard to get out of my way, and she fell to the ground with her chair. at the same time.White light came in from the window, followed by two short car horns. She jumped up from the ground. "Yuan Ye came to pick me up." She said. It was Yuan Ye's car, and she actually made an appointment in advance for Yuan Ye to pick her up, and it took less than half an hour. "You've got the wrong person." She said as she passed me, "I'm Zhong Yi, not the one you think. Is what you said just now a memory of yours? Did you really kill someone?" "Hi, Zhong Yi." I called behind her when she opened the door. she turned back. "Good night," I said. She glanced at the night and said, "Tomorrow will be a fine day." I watched her go out step by step, got into Yuan Ye's car, and drove away. Her steps were floating and her legs were weak. I turned off the light, stood by the window, waited until Yuan Ye's car passed by my house again, and went out to Tazhong Town.