In a room on the second floor of the villa.

The child fell asleep tiredly on the bed. Niu Xinyan sat on the edge of the bed, gently lifted the quilt and touched her son's feet. The child's limbs were warm.

The window was wide open, messing up the young mother's hair, Niu Xinyan gently brushed her hair, her round eyes filled with thoughts. She touched his forehead and said to him who was asleep, "I'm all for you."

The doorbell rang at the door.

Niu Xinyan rolled her eyes, thought for a while and got out of the bed. She held the handle and pressed it down gently, without making a sound, and wedged the door open a small slit.

Outside the door, Yang Song held a candlestick in his hand and said softly, "I'll give you candles."

"Thank you," Niu Xinyan lowered her head and hooked her hair on her temples behind her ears, and carefully reached out her hand to take the candlestick. "Anything else?"

Yang Song was silent for a while: "Don't you ask me to go in and sit down?"

Niu Xinyan's eyes wandered: "The child is asleep...not very convenient..."

"Oh, so, don't bother." Yang Song said, and looked into the room through her. He didn't see the figure on the bed, but only saw an oil painting on the wall next to the door with a little candle light. The color of fire is reflected in the golden fields of oil painting, and there is a strange peace. Above the fields is a dark blue sky, and a group of black birds startled and flew. She slapped the spirit and took the initiative to help Niu Xinyan close the door.

Niu Xinyan sent Yang Song away, absently placed the candlestick on the dressing table, sitting in front of the dressing table, combed her hair under the dim light. The clock in the corner made a small sound, and she turned her head and glanced at it. It was late.

She sighed, looked back at her sleeping son on the bed, and walked under the famous painting. Under the painting is the coat rack. Her coat is hung there. She put on her coat with great concentration and gathered her clothes together. Opened the door and went out.

seaside.

The cemetery was lined up, with mutilated limbs, and two people babbled to fill in the pit. As Fang Daichuan filled the pit, he couldn't help but think of the classic exclamation in a certain world-famous book. Today I buried you. If he has that day, who will bury me.

"Where's your poison?" Li Sinian suddenly thought of something and turned to ask Fang Daichuan.

Fang Daichuan rubbed the sand on his trousers, then took out the small bottle from his trouser pocket, and opened his palm to show him: "I didn't bring anything else, this one is with me."

Li Sinian nodded: "Take it away."

"Do you want to bring some self-defense?" Fang Daichuan collected the poison, and looked at the gloomy sky in the distance, feeling a little uneasy.

Li Sinian took out his pen from his trouser pocket and turned it neatly in his hand. He flicked open the pen cap with his thumb, and twisted his index and middle fingers together, making it easy to buckle the brass pen cap in his palm. , The popped fine-steel pen tip was facing Fang Daichuan, emitting a misty cold light under the dense moonlight: "I have a means of self-defense, don't worry."

"What should we do now?" Fang Daichuan was a little at a loss.

Li Sinian sighed: "Let's go to the woods and look for the legendary item card. I want to see if there are really cards that can switch camps."

They talked and walked up the hill behind the house. At night, the mountains and forests were full of mist, and there was a big smell of corrupted leaves and wet moss in the air. Fang Daichuan stood on the hillside and glanced back. The old castle they lived in had all the lights out, and the black buildings had several floors. Standing on the reef, like a huge dead grave.

The two of them walked up the mountain one after the other. All around it was pitch dark. Fang Daichuan trekled deep and shallow. The soil on the ground was full of rain and became wet and sticky. Fang Daichuan tried to stabilize his steps.

"Where will the item card be?" Fang Daichuan asked while looking for it, "Is it just thrown on the side of the road? Or is there a box or something?"

Li Sinian shook his head: "I don't know. I didn't handle these things. The game is not my design. The ghost knows why there are such things as props cards."

The two were talking, Li Sinian stopped, turned around and covered Fang Daichuan's mouth.

"Huh!?" Fang Daichuan was startled, and was unsuspectingly pushed behind a tree by Li Sinian, his back lightly knocked on the rough trunk.

"Hush." ​​Li Sinian raised his index finger and listened to the movement not far away.

In the shadow of a tree not far away, two people were talking.

"A life, that's the way you die? Who will accompany me?!" This voice was from Niu Xinyan, a bit sharp, not as gentle as usual.

At night, why did she come out? Who did you meet?

Fang Daichuan held his breath and was pressed to the trunk by Li Sinian. He heard Li Sinian's heart beating rapidly in the dark, and he was obviously restraining certain emotions in his heart.

In the dead woods, every emotion has been magnified and become particularly vivid.

Du Wei's voice was a little impatient: "How the **** did I know!? Are you telling me these nonsense? How old was I when something happened? You ask me when something happened?!"

"I don't believe that Liu Xin hasn't mentioned it to you!" Niu Xinyan was even hysterical. "What is going on with Brother Niu's death?!"

Brother Niu? ! Fang Daichuan felt a little bit in his heart and turned his head to win Li Sinian desperately. Li Sinian frowned and listened carefully. Daichuan's restraint was loosened.

Fang Daichuan nodded quietly, and saw Du Wei's profile through the misty moonlight, with a strange mockery on his face: "Liu Xin mentioned it to me, but you dare not say another word. Niu Nahan is really dead? If Niu Nahan is really dead, who is Nan Nan?!"

There was a thunder in the sky, and Fang Daichuan shivered and almost jumped up. Li Sinian's hand on his shoulder also shook fiercely. The two turned and exchanged glances, and each was frightened with cold sweat by the guess in his heart.

Fang Daichuan swallowed his saliva, and in a dead silence, the sound of swallowing saliva was particularly obvious.

"Who!" Du Wei turned around alertly, staring in their direction.

The two looked at each other, and no one made a sound. Only two synchronized heartbeats were heard in the dark, both rapid and violent.

Niu Xinyan seemed to want to say something. Du Wei stretched out her hand and gave a virtual press. He put his hand into his trouser pocket, not knowing what he was preparing, and walked slowly towards this side.

"Who, come out." Du Wei's voice was deep, and there was a cold texture in his eyes.

Li Siyoun gently let go of Fang Daichuan's shoulders, the pen between his fingers glowed coldly, and Fang Daichuan clenched his fists.

"It's me." A figure suddenly flashed out from behind another tree beside him. The voice was so sudden that Fang Daichuan jumped. He glanced sideways and saw a petite plump figure coming out.

It's Chen Hui.

"Huihui? Why are you here?" Du Wei tucked the things in his hands back into his trouser pockets, but Chen Hui didn't pay attention.

She looked at her boyfriend and the woman next to her boyfriend, and said suspiciously: "It's so late, what are you two doing outside?"