NOVEL WEB Chapter 26: 30
Tran Dang Vu was surprised: "The whole family has two mental illnesses?"
Zhang Zhao laughed and shook his head: "It's just a hypothesis. What I mean is, in this kind of situation, everyone has their own dungeon rules. Although you want to be better at analyzing, you don't need to judge too rashly, otherwise you might be misled by 'him'."
"... Good." Tran Dang Vu nodded, thinking about the possibility of being "misled by him" and shivered.
In the kitchen, washing dishes is a very simple task for Duong Ca, especially after breakfast there are not too many greasy dishes, although the rule is to leave half an hour, she only used less than 10 minutes to finish.
Putting the clean water bowl into the cupboard, Duong Ca turned around to see Tieu Lanh had gathered the leftovers from breakfast together.
They didn't have much left over, there was a piece of toast, a half fried bacon, and a fried egg, only Cao Di had one left over.
Xiao Leng placed the grilled meat on a clean paper towel, stacked the fried bacon and fried eggs on top of the grilled meat, and walked towards the balcony with a relaxed expression.
Duong Ca's nerves were tense, he ran slowly to catch up and said in a low voice: "Are you saying that rule is true?"
While speaking, he closed his eyes and said: "Leftover rice put into two small bowls? Why? Why is it so scary?"
Tieu Lang paused for a moment: "I also can't think of the reason for now, but I feel that this rule is real."
Duong Ca: "For what?"
Xiao Leng "This kind of strange rule is the easiest to make people think it is fake and thus not follow it, but this is probably a trap. If we analyze it calmly, this rule actually does not conflict with other rules, so I feel that this is real."
Duong Ca felt that it made sense, but he still didn't relax too much, struggled a bit before reluctantly nodding: "Go ahead... Let's try it."
"Don't worry." Xiao Leng nodded, continued walking towards the balcony, his right hand reached for the small red bowl above, quickly flipped it, put all the things on the tissue into the bowl, then picked up the small blue bowl to pour water.
Sheng Shui simply has two places, one is a faucet, one is a water purifier.
Xiao Leng didn't need to think before choosing a water purifier, and moreover, he was drinking warm water. Yang Ge, who was watching from the side, had complicated feelings: "What if this servant really believes in some evil cult, and is using leftover food to feed some invisible, intangible monster? Then the way you raised him is really meticulous..."
Tieu Lanh teased her without paying any attention: "Yes, raising things, no matter if it's a pet or an evil spirit, can feel your love."
Duong Ca: "..."
First, there are clearly no pets in this house.
Next, I fucking don't want the evil spirit to love me at all?
After washing up, the next task is between 8:30 and 11:00. There are a total of two tasks to be completed. One is "Washing clothes, sorting clothes", and it is specially mentioned that "Remember to make my precious son's clothes softer and more comfortable", and the other task is simply and roughly "Sweeping trash, sweeping the floor".
These two tasks were not different in difficulty, Xiao Leng and Yang Ca randomly divided them up, deciding that Xiao Leng would sweep the floor, while Yang Ca would wash the clothes.
Originally all the housework belonged to one "mother" and was shared by two people, so efficiency was naturally greatly improved. Before 10:00, the two of them had finished in a hurry. The originally piled-up basket of dirty clothes was neatly placed on the balcony, and the slightly stale floor had already been polished to a shine.
Xiao Lang in the bathroom cleaned the mop in the pool, let out a sigh of relief, and walked towards the sun platform.
Duong Ca just came out from the balcony, saw him going inside, and said to him clearly: "I checked, it was a family of clothes, adult men and women, and also five or six year old boys dressed as men."
Tieu Lanh still instinctively scanned the balcony and nodded: "Okay."
"Let's go, rest for a while." Yang Ge stretched his waist, "While we're at it, let's think about it… Where are our 188 soldiers going?"
The two of them, one after the other, returned to the guest bedroom. After about ten minutes, Zhang Zhao and Chen Dengyu came out, head in hand.
According to the rules, they wanted to "warn the mother" and also want to worship Buddha in the morning, so out of careful consideration, Zhang Zhao had been waiting until Xiao Leng Yang Ge left the living room before coming out to worship Buddha.
The Buddhist altar and the TV counter were placed next to each other, with several incense cushions placed in the gap between them. The two of them each took out an incense cushion, knelt down in front of the Buddha, closed their eyes and clasped their hands in front of their chests, looking very reverent.
But when worshiping Buddha and burning incense, what do you say in your heart...
Truong Chieu really wanted to read a large passage of scripture, but unfortunately he was very limited in his understanding of Buddhism. Except for the phrase "Namo Amitabha Buddha", he knew nothing.
Then he seriously got into character.
The fourth rule of "Papa" says: Papa likes his precious son the most.
Zhang Zhao took a deep breath, touched his father's face and solemnly vowed: "Namo Amitabha Buddha! Buddha above, please bless my son with good health, no illness or disaster, progress in his studies, and be happy every day. May he pass the exams and pass all the exams... Amitabha Buddha! Amitabha Buddha!"
After making his vow, he took a deep breath, then stood up to pay respects, and finally received the talisman from Tran Dang Vu.
The talismans were placed in the master bedroom's nightstand drawer, a thick stack, unless this strange conversation was planned to last them for a year or two, otherwise it was impossible to use them all up.
So, based on the insurance policy, Truong Chieu and Tran Dang Vu each took a talisman to burn, worship Buddha and burn incense, each person went through the process once.
Tran Dang Vu was worshiping Buddha, his heart was beating so hard it was about to break.
——If worshiping Buddha stimulates the demons and ghosts, would it be okay for him to kneel before Buddha and ask for Buddha's blessing?
When he finished burning the talisman, the back of Tran Dang Vu's t-shirt was soaked. As he relaxed, the large area of skin on his back touched that damp patch, causing him to break out in a layer of cold sweat.
Truong Chieu just happened to grab him from behind at this moment, Tran Dang Vu was so scared that he hit the wall: "Fuck!!!"
Truong Chieu was also frightened.
"... What's your situation!!!" After confirming that there was no living room, Truong Chieu glared at him. Tran Dang Vu gasped: "You you you... What are you taking pictures of me for!"
"What do I have to show you!" Zhang Zhao shook his head speechlessly, unable to help but grab him by the sunflower platform, stopped at the balcony door, and squatted down beside the door.
This apartment balcony actually does not have a real meaning of "door", the so-called door is just a wooden door frame, the balcony and the living room are directly connected.
One red and one blue two small cups were placed on the door frame to one side, one cup contained clear water, the other cup contained some scattered food.
From the variety of food, it was obvious that it was their leftover breakfast.
The eighth rule of the three: The three hates the two small bowls on the balcony. If they see food or drink appearing in the two small bowls, the three must immediately throw them away.
The other rules did not conflict with this one, so Zhang Zhao initially judged that this was a real rule, so he picked up his bowl and walked towards the trash can.
"Wait a minute..." Tran Dang Vu grabbed him, his eyes staring intently at the small red bowl with leftover rice, "This... I think it was 'mother' who put it in? If I pour it in directly, will there be any problems?"
"Let's talk about it first. If there's any problem, let's discuss it together after 24 hours." Truong Chieu said.
Tran Dang Vu let go of his hand to stop him, watching him throw the food into the trash can, throw the water into the sink, he still stood there, a sudden cold arose.
As time passed, he felt more and more clearly that there seemed to be an enemy relationship between the different characters in this Rule Realm.
At least the existence between the "Ba Ba" and "Mu Ma" is clearly not harmonious.
In the turtle world, turtles are considered "abnormal", and this theory is that whatever the mother prepares, the turtle will fall.
What kind of situation "son group" is temporarily unknown, possibly standing between father and mother, can also form its own faction.
... But no matter which one, hearing it is really not good.
17 arranged for them to enter this Rule Realm together to explore the situation, thus getting a closer understanding of the rare mechanism of the Rule Realm, and also giving the scientific research team a convenient opportunity to study the way the Rule Realm exists.
But now, if this Rule Realm, even many of them don't know the Rule Realm's so-called "Rare Mechanism" is to require them to kill each other until a winner is decided, things will get out of control.
When faced with the dilemma of "Sacrifice yourself or sacrifice others", how many people will bravely sacrifice themselves?
In the face of a real hopeless situation, this question is probably very difficult to answer.
Tran Dang Vu himself did not know the answer.
Entering the kitchen, Zhang Zhao poured the blue water in the bowl into the water plant. After glancing at the red bowl stained with grease, he instinctively wanted to wash the dishes, but thinking about his father's rule of "father doesn't do housework", he had to hold back.
He turned around and went back to the kitchen, put the two small bowls back to their original position, and suddenly heard Tran Dang Vu mumble and whine: "You said... if dad 'hates the two small bowls on the balcony', why doesn't he just pick up the bowl and throw it away, but instead wants to tirelessly wash the things inside?"
Truong Chieu glanced at Tran Dang Vu: "There must be something wrong with this toy. If I throw it down directly, will it be dangerous to put it down?"
"Well, I also feel that way." Tran Dang Vu said while clearing away those confusing thoughts just now, after calming down, the logic gradually became clear, "What I mean is, if that's the case, why is 'father' afraid? Do the rules of 'mother' and 'son' have similar content?"
"Also, how did these two dangerous cups appear in this house? It looks like a very normal house, why would it provoke this kind of supernatural power?"
"Because the Rule Realm itself is full of danger, the existence of these 'supernatural forces' will be taken for granted, and the details will be easily overlooked. But this time, the Rule Realm is different from ordinary people, it has its own character and background story, I feel that these details all need to be made clear."
"... What you said makes a lot of sense!" Zhang Zhao looked intently at the "outside bag" in front of him, his eyes revealing praise.
Tran Dang Vu said this and that he really did not think of, because like what he just said, because the strange rules themselves are full of danger, so those unusual existences will be taken for granted.
This time, they probably really needed to change their thinking a bit.
Truong Chieu walked towards the master bedroom: "Hey, do we have paper and pen in our room?"
Tran Dang Vu was surprised: "Yes, what for?"
"A good memory is not as good as a dull pen. I will write down what you just said and discuss it tomorrow." Truong Chieu said.
... Approved!
Still a student, Tran Dang Vu secretly rejoiced, following closely behind as if following his superior into the house together.
The master bedroom opposite the other bedroom is decorated in a real animal style, with a Doraemon-shaped wardrobe and a small helicopter-shaped children's bed. There is also a small study desk against the wall, which is the kind used exclusively by elementary school students. There is a writing board underneath the desk, and on the desk are printed 26 letters and basic knowledge about the nine-nine multiplication table.
Thôi Triết sat at the short elementary school student's desk and nervously stared at Tào Di. Tào Di leaned against the wardrobe, expressionlessly opening the chocolate package in her hand. At first glance, her emotions seemed calm, but her face was pale.
The "son" rule is very simple, there are only 6 things.
"—— you are the son."
"1. You are the son, the most precious wealth in this house;
2. You will soon have a birthday party, recently you often receive a thousand paper cranes, but your parents seem to not like a thousand paper cranes, you want to hide the thousand paper cranes you receive;
3. You like to eat chocolate, but you don't stop liking chocolate, so when you eat chocolate, you will divide some into a small red bowl on the balcony;
4. When releasing chocolate, you want to avoid the turtle;
5. Listen to your parents, don't go to the living room at night, don't go to the balcony at any time.
6. I think ██, ██ must miss you very much too. On your birthday, remember to give the diary to ██ as a birthday present."
One of the six internal rules had traces of hidden information. Among the other five rules, two were related to "Chocolate". The two people were busy analyzing it for a long time. No matter from what angle they looked at it, these two internal rules could not be considered to have "conflicts". However, the absence of conflicts did not mean there was no danger at all.
—— A child is just eating chocolate, why does he want to avoid his father? Will his father be violent, or will he be polluted, or is there another reason?
There is only one way to get the answer, which is to try it.
Cao Di initially decided to eat a piece herself when Cui Zhe panicked and stopped her, leading her to say that she probably could not eat it herself, directly putting the chocolate into the small red bowl.
But the problem is that the rule for finding words is "'so when eating chocolate', you will divide some into a small red bowl on the balcony".
If you do not eat yourself go to sleep, at first glance do not eat yourself before safety.
Cao Di took two deep breaths, slowly lifted the chocolate block in his hand, and put the chocolate into his mouth.
This is a block of chocolate that looks very ordinary, although the packaging is completely strange, but inside are normal small rectangles that are next to each other.
Cao Di carefully tasted it, it was milk chocolate, the sugar added was really enough, the original chocolate bitterness was almost completely gone, it was not uncommon for elementary school students to like this kind of flavor.
"How is it?" Cui Zhe stared at Cao Di without blinking, "Is there anything wrong? Do you feel like… you're about to mutate?"
"No." Cao Di swallowed the lump of candy in his mouth, took the remaining half and walked out of the room. He glanced around and made sure that the two "Dads" were not behind him before he tiptoed towards the small bowl on the balcony door.
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Yang Ge sat on the edge of the bed, once again reading the "Mother" rules, from the personal arrangement of the diary, he felt that the mistress's family was busy.
"Mother's" schedule is completely occupied by housework. The whole day, there is almost only 12:00 to 14:00 free time, which can be used for lunch break, and then rest again at 19:00.
No matter cooking, washing clothes or sweeping the house, all are included in this routine. Therefore, it is not surprising that in this house, "Dad" and "Son" do not touch handicrafts at all.
Yang Ge felt that this kind of life was really fucking terrifying. Although speaking of her being a police officer, she seemed to be more tired than this. She had experienced situations where she had to work for 72 hours straight when encountering a major case, but because her career was busy and she was stuck in the craft industry day by day, it was obviously a completely different feeling.
11:00, Yang Ge once again got involved in housework and had some resentment. Although the main task of cooking was on Xiao Leng's head, she at most helped make some food, but in her heart she still couldn't help but resent this kind of unhealthy family relationship.
... In theory, if she later finds out that her husband has this temperament after marriage, she will probably immediately run to the Civil Affairs Bureau to file for divorce.
Also give birth to a child?
She absolutely will not be so lingering in her heart.
11:50, dinner was served on the table. Xiao Leng carefully prepared four dishes and one soup, two vegetarian dishes, namely stir-fried bamboo shoots and stir-fried tomatoes and eggs, the savory dishes were sweet and sour pork ribs and stir-fried chicken with spicy sauce, and the soup was squash and peeled shrimp soup.
On the other hand, out of personal preference, he also made a simple snack: apple jam and mashed bean cake.
Zhang Zhao sat down at the dining table and clicked his tongue in surprise: "Damn, no wonder you always complain about my restaurant's bad food. I used to think that my restaurant was better than most corporate restaurants, but you're a fake chef. I didn't expect you to be a hidden chef. Well, then you have the right to complain!"
Tieu Lanh smiled, picked up a small silver teaspoon and dug up the mashed yam and bean cake.
He always looked very serious when eating sweets, his slender fingers pinching the teaspoon from the side of the dessert, everything in the end, was very neat, as if he was carefully treating a work of art.
The dim sum was delicious, the soft taste and sweetness spread between the lips and teeth, Xiao Leng's mood improved, he contentedly went to dig the next mouthful.
...
This lunch meal took almost an hour, the six people divided the dishes into four, and there was not much left over from the soup. The stir-fried bamboo shoots and the stir-fried tomatoes and eggs were all left over, the sweet and sour pork ribs were all eaten, and the stir-fried spicy chicken was only left with a plate of spicy peppers and a few pieces of chicken. Only the squash and peeled shrimp soup could still be scooped out something similar. Xiao Leng took advantage of Yang Ge's time to wash the dishes and scooped it up with a ladle. There were six or seven pieces of cooked, translucent squash and two peeled shrimp.
The "turtle group" returned to take a nap. Xiao Leng just happened to put the leftover food into a small red bowl. He discovered that the leftover rice he put in this morning had disappeared. The thing in the bowl had turned into a small piece of chocolate. Xiao Leng took the bowl to the kitchen to show Yang Ge.
Duong Ca was surprised: "Did you throw the chocolate?"
Tieu Lang: "No."
"Numb..." Duong Ca gasped, "I have goosebumps!"
"But it is possible that it was either 'father' or 'son' who released it." Xiao Leng pondered and said, "It is not necessarily an empty appearance."
"I know, but it's also really terrifying." Duong Ca bit his lip.
She herself also felt that it was not an empty appearance, but that explained that in this house, not only mother and father, but also son could be dropping food towards this strange small bowl... What exactly was everyone facing? No one knew the reason.
After a really steady afternoon, the staff all took a nap, "Mother" got up from her nap and continued to be busy with housework, "Son" Cao Di and Cui Zhe carefully checked the room after finding a job, and completed a suitable part, but nothing happened.
The "father" Zhang Zhao and Tran Dang Vu seemed to be a bit idle, so they ran to check the son's room, looking for the "Thousand Paper Cranes", but found nothing.
Before and after 22:00, everyone went to the bathroom to simply wash their faces, then each person went to sleep. Before going to bed, Tieu Leng and Duong Ca followed the rules and went to the Buddhist altar to worship Buddha and burn incense, without any dangerous incidents.
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Except for "Ba Ba" in the master bedroom, all the bedrooms had single beds. Tieu Lang and Thoi Triet consciously slept on the floor, leaving the beds to Duong Ca and Cao Di.
On the simple single bed, Yang Ge lay down not long after feeling tired, she slowly fell asleep, her body soft as cotton fell into a dream.
In the dream there were no images, only sounds and feelings. She heard the little child softly calling her "Mommy", felt her fingers being tightly grabbed, and the child said: "I also want to eat ice cream."
Xiao Leng's sleep was very light, sleeping on a hard bed was especially special. So even though the door was pushed open without any sound, the slight breeze that blew past that face was enough to make him open his eyes.
After his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the night, he noticed the door was half open. Just as he was about to get up to close the door, the sound of breathing beside him suddenly made him stiffen. He stopped breathing and turned his head to look back.
There was nothing in the room that shouldn't exist. His position was about 1 meter away from Duong Ca's single bed, and there was nothing in between.
But he felt something was there.
He had just clearly heard two breaths, in the moment he looked over, the breathing stopped, but the place where the breathing came from seemed to have not left.
He even felt that he was facing it. While he was staring at it without blinking, it was also quietly looking at him.
The strong feeling of unwellness made Xiao Leng frown. The next second, he suddenly stood up, walked to the door in two steps, reached out to touch the wall, and pressed the ceiling light switch.
Originally, he couldn't see his fingers when he stretched out his hand. The room was suddenly lit up. A dazzling white light penetrated through his eyelids and hit Yang Ge's mucous membrane. Yang Ge woke up in a second, but his eyes could only open slightly: "What are you doing?!"
Tieu Lanh looked around the room: "What is it?"
"... Grass?!" Yang Ge stood up with his hair down, "What? Where?"
"Just now at your bedside, now..." Xiao Leng held his breath to feel it for a bit, but could no longer find that kind of intense feeling just now, "Now it seems like I don't see it."
"..." The most fearless person, facing a perverted murderer who dared to confront him, Yang Ca trembled and hugged the blanket tightly.
After midnight, Duong Ca still couldn't sleep. Tieu Lanh fell asleep, but subconsciously he was suspicious.
Because breakfast was to start at 6:00, everyone had also agreed to hold a meeting at 6:00 to touch on the clue, the team members tacitly set the alarm clock at 5:40, and the time they woke up and left the room was basically around 5:45.
When they arrived at the living room, they saw that Yang Ge had dark circles under his eyes. His father and son were also in bad spirits.
"So fucking scary..." Zhang Zhao sat down on the sofa with his butt in his hands, rubbing his brows in frustration, "We were originally sleeping soundly, but the washing machine suddenly started working on its own, scaring us to the point that we didn't dare to touch it."
The washing machine in the master bedroom is located in the corner of the bathroom, separated from the master bedroom by only one wall. The bathroom on the other side is adjacent to the "son's" bedroom, but the son's bed is by the window, so he can't hear the washing machine moving.
Duong Ca and Tieu Lanh glanced at each other, Tieu Lanh asked: "So what happened in the end?"
Truong Chieu shook his head: "Don't dare to move. About forty to fifty centimeters in shape, I stopped myself."
Forty to fifty minutes, just enough time to wash a regular load of clothes.
Tieu Lang pondered for a moment, then looked towards Cao Di and Thoi Triet: "Where are you guys?"
Cao Di opened his mouth slightly: "Last night... Ghost pressed down on the bed."
"It was also after I fell asleep that I suddenly felt very heavy on my body, so heavy that I had no strength to move… But I could still make a sound, so I called out to Cui Zhe."
"After Thôi Triết turned on the light, this feeling slowly subsided."
Hearing her mention turning on the lights, Tieu Lanh's eyes shuddered.
Cao Di noticed this point: "What happened? What did you encounter?"
Tieu Lanh nodded: "Yesterday we also felt something in the room, after turning on the light, this feeling disappeared."
Truong Chieu said with annoyance: "Damn, can't see the light, that's really annoying!"
Tieu Lang ignored this rant, as if thinking about something, he looked at Truong Chieu and Tran Dang Vu: "But you guys haven't encountered this kind of strange thing?"
Truong Chieu: "Yes, washing machine..."
"The washing machine is next door to your bathroom, that doesn't count." Xiao Leng eliminated this first, "I'm just saying, don't you feel anything entering the house and approaching your bed?"
Tran Dang Vu swallowed his saliva: "If you ask like that... Maybe something is in the house."
"It was just after the washing machine started working that the door opened, but I thought it was the wind blowing and didn't take it to heart."
Tieu Lanh: "Not going to close the door?"
"No." Tran Dang Vu said, "At that time, Captain Truong and I were all focused on the washing machine——think about it, in the middle of the night, a washing machine across the wall suddenly started making noise, how scary was that? The two of us had been sitting on the edge of the bed listening to the noise from the other side, not paying attention to anything else."
"So, when the 'ghost' entered the house, you weren't sleeping." Xiao Leng caught this information point.
Maybe this is the reason why ghosts don't stay near them?
But this makes no sense. At least for now, they can't find any logic in it.
Tieu Lanh looked at his watch: "Let's cook first, we can eat and talk later."
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The first day breakfast was quiet but still light, this first day was completely occupied by heavy.
That night, everyone had experienced different levels of "divine events". At this time, while eating breakfast, everyone felt like they were standing behind someone and couldn't see them.
So after casually eating a fried egg, Truong Chieu was the first to put down his chopsticks: "Let me tell you about our group's situation first."
"Yesterday, Xiao Chen thought of a question: how did this servant provoke that 'ghost'? Why did he want to prepare two bowls on the balcony door to feed this 'ghost'? It's normal for us to encounter supernatural events in the Rules of the Strange Talk, but this hypothetical story's appearance must have a reason."
"That makes sense." Cao Di slowly nodded, "I also feel that this 'ghost' did not appear randomly. Our 'son' character seems to be very familiar with it, and even knows its preferences."
As she spoke, she placed the "You are my son" rule on the table. Zhang Zhao glanced and noticed that there was a trace of it at the end.
——6. You think ██, ██ must miss you very much too. On the same day of your birthday, remember to give the diary to ██ as a birthday present.
He was really surprised: "Why does your rule still have mosaics?!"
Tieu Lanh looked at him sharply: "You don't have any rules?" After saying that, he also put the "You are a mother" rule on the table.
Among them, the one with the code ——3.█████ is a very important item, protect it well █████.
Zhang Zhao looked confused. After reading the two rules, he noticed another question: "Damn, are you two mother and son hiding something from me?"
Mother's rule 6 says "But when releasing food and drink, you must avoid the turtle", son's rule 4 is "When releasing chocolate, you must avoid the turtle".
Tieu Lanh: "So yesterday the food in the bowl was 'ba ba', then the chocolate was 'son'."
"That's right." Cao Di and Zhang Zhao both nodded in agreement. Zhang Zhao took out his "Ba Ba Rules" from his pocket and showed them to everyone.
Tran Dang Vu seriously glanced at the ninth rule of the mother and the third rule of the father, and discovered that Truong Chieu had just assumed a word of thunder, and speechlessly held his forehead: "The two rules really think that the other party is abnormal... They really have two mental illnesses in their family?"
Turtle rule 9: The nearest old lady is not normal, even touching the old lady, be careful of the old lady, be careful of the old lady worshiping Buddha when offering things.
Rule 9: The nearest turtle is not normal, be careful of the turtle, be careful of the turtle worshiping Buddha when offering objects.
Tieu Lanh glanced at the two internal rules, without making any judgment, he coughed lightly: "Let me summarize, each of us has two identities."
Tran Dang Vu's brain was stuck: "Two identities?"
Tieu Lanh: "That's right, one is the 'homestead' identity, the other is coming here to rent a guest house."
Tran Dang Vu used force to cover his forehead: "Damn, I forgot all about this!"
It is "Passing by the animation stage" that mentions them coming to this place to rent a house.
Xiao Leng continued: "During the rental process, the broker also mentioned that this attic originally belonged to 'a family', but later they moved away from this place because their child went to school. This description is consistent with the assumption that there is a son in the house."
"So I initially thought that we, who played the role of 'father, mother and son', were the original 'family gate'. They had already left this place, the move house saying could be true, or it could just be the broker's excuse, in short, they had originally teased the ghosts and did not leave. After moving into the new living room, in the ghosts' eyes, they were still the original 'family gate', so they still had to follow the family gate method to do things."
This is a common type of horror story idea, very old cliché "cycle". There are ghosts in the room, then wave after wave of households are constantly repeating the story of the original house.
"Right now, I want to know the most." Xiao Leng's eyes once again swept over the rules on the table, but didn't care that everyone was paying attention to the two small cups, "In the 'son's' room, did a thousand paper cranes appear?"
He wanted to ask the thousand paper cranes, because food and chocolate were given to them by ghosts, and the thousand paper cranes were most likely the source of the ghosts.
Thôi Triết groped his shirt pocket: "... It was he who appeared at the desk this morning."
While speaking, he placed several small paper cranes on the table.
Those are several light purple origami cranes, made from special paper folded with a thousand-colored paper cranes, shining brilliantly under the early morning sunlight shining into the house.
Tran Dang Vu stared at the paper crane and thought for a long time: "I have a guess..." He looked at the captain on the table, he didn't seem very confident.
The individual simultaneously reported with encouraging eyes, Zhang Zhao directly patted his shoulder: "Speak, speak, it doesn't matter if it's wrong."
"I feel..." Tran Dang Vu quickly searched for words, "I feel that maybe it was because 'mother' worshiped an evil cult, gradually went astray, leading to heretical and evil ways, and even fought with father, so father thought it was abnormal."
"Even the mother on the other side thinks that the father is not normal, which is very understandable —— in the eyes of the heretics, heretics all deserve to die."
"There was no way for the father to deal with this. He could only pretend to cooperate with his mother in worshiping the evil cult. Every day, he would wake up early to worship Buddha and burn incense. On the other hand, he would secretly throw away the food his mother had saved up, intending to stop his mother from continuing to worship the evil spirit."
"But even so, the evil spirit still found the 'son' on his body, and gave him the thousand paper cranes, possibly to bewitch him. So they were flustered, and often went to check on their son in his room, and when they saw the thousand paper cranes, they promptly took them away."
"But my son is too young and doesn't understand things. He feels that the thousand paper cranes are beautiful and wants to keep them, so he will 'hide them well'."
He finished speaking in one breath, nervously looking towards the captain: "... Is it going to be like this?"
"En..." Cao Di smiled awkwardly, looking up at Xiao Leng. Xiao Leng made a "Please" gesture to Zhang Zhao, signaling for Chen Dengyu, the leader, to speak directly.
"Ha ha..." Truong Chieu forced a smile and patted Tran Dang Vu's shoulder, "The kid's analysis is not too bad, but there are a few small flaws."
He said "little blemish" and raised his hand, using his thumb and index finger to gesture at a very small distance. Tran Dang Vu hurriedly humbly asked for advice: "What blemish?"
Zhang Zhao: "If it was the old woman who worshiped the evil cult, and the old man was just 'pretending to cooperate', why did the old man want to burn the talisman every day, while the old woman just normally burned incense and worshiped Buddha?"
Compared to burning incense and worshiping Buddha, burning talismans obviously seems more evil, right?
"..." Tran Dang Vu was stuck for a moment, then immediately changed his mind, "Then it could be that dad is worshiping a cult, and mom is pretending to cooperate?"
Just finished speaking, he immediately threw this thought away: "That's not right! Mom is the one who will put food in the bowl every day!"
Speaking of this, he completely realized his logic bug, huh.
Zhang Zhao's eyes revealed pity. Although he couldn't bear to continue to attack the new recruit who had just joined the mission for the first time, based on the principles of the base in charge, he could only continue to say: "Also, no matter if it was that party that was seriously worshipping an evil cult, this person himself wouldn't think that he was wrong, the wrong was someone else."
"—— if it's like this." Zhang Zhao paused for a moment, "Then why would they work together to hinder their son from catching a thousand paper cranes? That side of the Faith should be very happy that their son is close to 'God'.":,,.
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