Ji Yu turned sideways, covered most of his face with a quilt, closed his eyes, and tried to put himself to sleep.

He even started counting sheep.

——One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...

Obviously he was sleepy and tired. The body was trapped in the soft bedding, and even the bones felt the soreness of the accumulation of lactic acid, but Ji Tuan's brain remained strangely excited at this time.

As the sheep in his head counted, he couldn't help but start to run off the track, turning into Ren Jianmo's face.

Side face, smile, eye color, lip angle...

——Ahhhhhhh!

Ji Tuan roared silently under the covers.

He didn't remember how many sheep he had just counted. He hurriedly pulled back his thoughts and found the number casually. Starting from one hundred and twenty-three, he comforted himself while counting. It was still too late. It was not ten minutes... …

...

Ji Yu also didn't know how long he had been tossing, and finally thought that he was brewing a little drowsiness, a hand stretched out from the side and gently put it on his quilt.

Ji Xiaoniao: "!!!"

He was agitated all over, suddenly turned over, changed from lying on his side to lying on his back, and then grabbed the quilt, "should" cover his eyes, "Don't don't! I really fell asleep! I really fell asleep immediately. !"

"puff."

Ren Jianmo was amused by Ji Shu's reaction, and laughed out a rare voice.

His hand ran across the bulging quilt, slid to the top, and gently slapped it down. He immediately felt the strength of the master's resolute resistance.

So Ren Dameiren did not reluctantly, raised her hand through the quilt and patted the Ji Xuan underneath, "Okay, then you can go to sleep."

Ji Xiaoniao under the quilt heard this and heaved a sigh of relief.

Then he felt a weight loosely pressing on his body, and then a shadow enveloped him. Something moist and flexible, with body temperature, touched his only forehead exposed outside the quilt.

Ji Lu: "!!!"

His brain "buzzed" blankly, his eyes widened under the quilt, and he forgot how to breathe.

Even if it is a mother-to-child single for 19 years, Ji Shu, who has never been in love, knows that the temperature and touch that fall on his eyebrows are a person's lips.

——He kissed me!

——He kissed me!

——Mr. Ren kissed me! !

Suddenly, classmate Ji Xiaoniao was in a state of complete downtime with excessive shock. Apart from the cognition that he was kissed by Ren Jian, he couldn't think normally at all.

Ren Jianmo leaned down, his lips stopped on Ji Shu's forehead for about two seconds before slowly leaving.

He straightened up and waited for a while, and saw that the Ji thrush in the quilt was still motionless, not even making a sound. For fear that the child would suffocate himself in the quilt, he stretched out his hand and lifted the other's quilt again.

This time, he encountered little resistance, and easily uncovered Ji Snail's shell.

Under the quilt, Ji Tuan's face flushed red, like a hot cooked shrimp, and I don't know if it was ashamed or suffocated, it almost came out of smoke from the top of his head.

Suddenly losing the protection of the quilt, Ji Xuan was taken aback, and instinctively reached out to take the quilt back, but with a wrong glance at the presidency’s gradually smiling eyes and rosy lips, he was almost ashamed and conditioned to death. He closed his eyes and covered his hot cheeks with his hands.

It is nine o'clock in the morning, when the sun is shining, daylight is projected into the room through the curtains. When people are uncovered, even if they close their eyes, they can feel the changes in the light in front of them through the eyelids.

Ji Xuan was extremely nervous at this time, did not dare to open his eyes, did not dare to gasp, and only wished that he could find a sand pile and plunge into it like an ostrich.

He felt a shadow slowly approaching in front of him, and a warm breath was blowing on his face.

——Ren Jianmo, he, he, he, he, he is going to kiss me again! ?

Ji Shu's inner bullet screen frantically swept the screen, panicked to be unable to maintain himself.

However, Ren Jianmo did not stick his lips to Ji Shu's skin after all.

He just reached out and rubbed the child's soft curls, and then re-covered the quilt for him.

"Sleep well."

Ren Dameiren grabbed Ji Xiaoniao's hand on her face and held it in her palm.

"In this way, it will be easier for you to relax."

Due to his emotions, Ji Tuan's hand felt sweaty, and the temperature was higher than Ren Jianmo's palm.

Classmate Xiaoniao tried to earn, but Ren Jianmo didn't let go, but took advantage of the situation and tightened his grip.

He can only admit his fate, relax the five fingers curled up, and let the other party's fingers interlock.

"...Then, I slept..."

Ji Tuan shrank into the bed and said softly.

Ren Jianmo also lay down and responded with a smile: "Well, go to sleep."

...

This time, I don't know if it was because of the body temperature of another person he trusted, Ji Tuan's excessive excitement unexpectedly calmed down quickly.

Ji Xiaoniao closed his eyes, feeling the shape of Ren Damei's palm.

The fingers of that hand are longer and softer than their own. The joints are not obvious. The tiger’s mouth has no calluses. The temperature is low and dry. It is a very beautiful hand that matches the appearance of a beautiful woman.

Right now, Ren Jianmo's hand is firmly shook with his own hand...

In the dim sleepiness, Ji Tuan let out a silent sigh.

Amazingly, he finally realized one thing clearly when he was about to fall asleep:

--Yes……

--I like him……

Ji Tuan woke up, the sky was still bright, obviously it was still early.

However, his sleep quality is very high, so even if he only slept for less than seven hours, he was still refreshed, and he changed back to a fully charged pickup thrush.

He turned over and sat up, looked at the wall clock on the wall, at 3:30 in the afternoon, and then turned to look aside, Ren Jianmo did not get up first, but covered a blanket, turned his back to him, and slept. To his side.

Xiaoniao’s heart instantly jumped out of a duality of premature beats.

Before falling asleep, Ji Lu, who had just understood his heart, held a small heart that was beating, holding his breath, leaning down cautiously, trying to peer into Ren Jianmo's sleeping face.

His movements are extremely light and slow, not even a butterfly or a feather will be alarmed. However, when he probed, Ren Jianmo also opened his eyes in good time, turned around holding the blanket, and left a pair of left and right. The heterochromatic eyes looked back, clear and awake, without a hint of sleepiness.

Ji Xiaoniao who was caught on the spot: "..."

"I, I, I, I just wanted to wake you up!"

Ji Shu "swish" straightened his body all of a sudden, thinking that he wittyly came up with an answer.

Ren Jianmo didn't expose him, but just smiled, and followed the child's words with a reply: "Yeah."

He lifted the blanket and got out of bed neatly.

"I've got enough sleep, so let's go and take a look downstairs."

&&&&&&&&&

At 4:30 in the afternoon, the five people gathered in the study room, using computers, flipping through books, flipping phones and flipping phones, and they all began to look for clues to the strange talk location they planned to go to tonight.

If the plan goes well, they can leave the "world" and return to the "Peach Blossom Spring" after 7 o'clock tomorrow.

Of course, in order to win the game of "Twenty-Four Points", it is not enough to plan. They must ensure that there will be no mistakes in the implementation.

Therefore, the part of collecting intelligence is a little bit careless.

About an hour later, Fan Luming, who was responsible for finding clues to urban strange talks on the Internet, had collected and sorted out all the useful information he could find.

"Wow..."

Fan Luming leaned back on the chair and let out a sigh:

"Our goal tonight looks really, weird enough!"

Hearing what he said, the four people next to him gathered around, waiting for him to summarize.

What Ji Lu and the others are going to tonight is the strange talk place where the poker card number is "3".

It is a history museum on the east side of the Chengnan River Crossing Bridge.

In the previous two nights, several urban strange talks they had investigated have been circulating in the local area for many years.

For example, the Tzu Chi Hospital has been abandoned for more than ten years, and the Longxingshan Tunnel that Ren Jianli left last night has been built for seven or eight years.

The strange talks that are not short in these years have been popular on the Internet for a long time. Over time, they have been reproduced, modified, added, and adapted, and the versions are very messy. There are dozens of summarized posts, and even have their own. A novel can be published directly by sorting out the network code name.

But the strange talk that Fan Luming can find in the history museum is only four or five months ago.

And the biggest difference between it and other strange talks is that it can even search for clear videos on the Internet.

"Look, this is it."

The Fan's brother used the mouse to click on a video file he saved specially for everyone to look at.

It was obviously a clip taken from surveillance video.

In the picture, a man in a short-sleeved summer uniform stands with his back to the screen, stands in front of a bogu rack, pulls a knife from under the uniform, holds the knife in his right hand, stretches out his left arm, and then slowly cuts piece by piece. With his own flesh and blood, he stuffed the cut pieces of meat into a ceramic vase.

Although he can't see the man's facial expression clearly, the man's hand holding the knife is extremely stable, and even when the knife is stuck in his arm, the tip of the knife does not tremble, as if it was not his body that was cut, but a piece of rubber. .

"hiss!"

Mo Tiangen took a breath, rubbing his teeth and sighed: "Does this person feel pain at all?"

"Don't worry, it's not over yet."

Fan Luming pointed to the progress bar, and asked Dagen teacher to look down, "There are more terrifying things behind."

Sure enough, after cutting three pieces of meat in a row, the man stopped filling the ceramic vase with flesh and blood.

He stood still in front of the bottle blankly and stood motionless for a few minutes. He finally moved when the blood dripping from the wound on his arm had gathered at his feet into a pool of blood.

The man picked up the porcelain bottle, slammed it to the ground, and broke it into seven or eight fragments.

Then the man in uniform twitched a few times and fell to the ground with a "puff".