I have an escape guide

Chapter 16 Blank December
Before he knew it, a long time had passed, and the watch in Chen Donghui's hand showed that it was already 24:[-] in the evening.

Lin Yangfei was fine, Chen Donghui had already started yawning, Lin Yangfei repeatedly emphasized that he could not fall asleep.

In order to cheer him up, Lin Yangfei handed him the flashlight and asked him to look for clues in the house. Molière is a person who can't be idle, he talks a lot, and he chatted a few words from time to time. Quite interesting.

"Hey, big man over there, what are you looking for?"

"It's none of your business what you're looking for."

"I'll just ask."

"You can't even ask."

"why not?"

"Because you are a painting."

"What's wrong with painting? Does painting have no human rights?"

Chen Donghui replied solemnly: "Not really."

Molière: "..."

Seeing this inexplicable, weird and funny scene, Lin Yang felt that it was really magical.

"Lin Yangfei, this person is really bad." Molière complained to Lin Yangfei.

Lin Yangfei was fine, he couldn't see anything in the dark, he was sitting on a table beside him, sorting out the clues they knew, and then he heard Molière talking to him.

The atmosphere was relaxed and happy, Lin Yangfei smiled and said: "Why not? I think Brother Hui is pretty good."

"No, no." Molière shook his head fiercely, and he said, "You're too irritable."

"Our Brother Hui became irritable, it's not like this, right, Brother Hui!" Lin Yangfei shouted to Chen Donghui.

Chen Donghui got down on his knees, and seemed to find something under the bed. He reached out to get it, and said, "Don't be noisy, why do you talk so much about your painting? Yang Fei, come here, take a look at this What is it?"

"Oh, here we come." Lin Yangfei jumped off the table, patted the dust on his pants, and walked over.

Chen Donghui stood up, holding a strange object in his hand, which had a strange shape and looked like a human figure, but it was black, entwined with spider webs, and covered with a thick layer of dust, making it difficult to see clearly.

"What is it? Show me too." Molière tried his best to squeeze in their direction, but the photo frame was so big that he shrank to one side, looking a little funny.

"Molière, you're a Frenchman, why do you speak like a Northeast?" Lin Yangfei complained, he took the thing, blew it, and then found a cloth to wipe it, so that he could barely See what that thing looks like.

It looks like a toy doll, and it can be vaguely seen that it is a girl with pigtails, wearing a skirt, with her arms around her chest, as if she is holding something.

It's just that it seems to have been burned, half of the face is black, and it looks a little scary at first glance.

"Wait, isn't this something from little Irene? Just turn it around and the box will start singing." Molière pointed to the toy doll and said.

A singing box?

Lin Yangfei thought for a while and asked, "Are you talking about a music box?"

"I don't know, it's about the same. This is little Irene's favorite toy. Every time she cries, she can be coaxed well with this..." Molière was still talking endlessly.

Lin Yangfei remembered the most crucial sentence.

The music box, they still have to find the music box.

"Brother Hui, you found the key item, I'll put this away first." Lin Yangfei put the toy doll into the backpack, and now this schoolbag really has everything in it.

Randomly flipping through, they found all the clues. Lin Yangfei noticed the letter he took at the beginning, and he suddenly remembered to ask a key question.

"Molière, wait a minute, I have one more thing to ask you." Lin Yangfei raised his head and asked. "Do you remember what happened here in December [-]?"

"I don't remember." Moliere replied quickly without thinking.

"Huh?" Lin Yangfei was a little puzzled.

Molière stroked his chin, thought for a while and said, "My memory is very good. I will never forget what happened in front of my eyes. Only the December of that year you mentioned, I don't remember anything. .”

"You bastard, can you still have selective amnesia?" Chen Donghui said from the side.

Molière became anxious all of a sudden: "Oh, I'm getting angry when you say that. If you have the guts to come in, I will definitely not beat you to death."

"Can I get in? You have the guts to come out, I'm sure I won't be afraid of you." Chen Donghui didn't care, and continued to provoke.

You said one sentence to another, and the gunpowder smell gradually rose. Lin Yangfei said helplessly in his heart: Molière, do you still remember that you are a writer?

It's not going to work like this, so Lin Yangfei persuaded him: "Okay, okay, don't quarrel for now."

At this moment, a slight "creak" sound suddenly came from somewhere in the room.

It was very short, Lin Yangfei hadn't noticed, and Chen Donghui was still talking meaningless trash talk to Molière, like two kindergarten children arguing.

"Stop, stop for a moment." Lin Yangfei patted Chen Donghui, telling him to stop talking.

"Crackling" -

This sound was more obvious. Lin Yangfei noticed that it came from a corner of the room, like the sound of an ancient wooden door opening.

But he had clearly seen that corner before, there was only one wall there, and he even opened the curtains to look for it, so he was sure there was nothing there.

Suddenly, Chen Donghui beside him raised a flashlight and shone it on Molière's eyes. Molière was suddenly illuminated by the strong light. He covered his eyes with his hand and said angrily, "Don't shine in my eyes, you are too rude." I've helped you so much just now, and you still bully me like this! It's too much!"

Chen Donghui laughed "haha" when he succeeded, it was too naive, Lin Yangfei quickly snatched the flashlight from his hand, and said: "Okay, okay, don't make trouble, I'm sorry Molière, I tell you Sorry."

"Hmph." Molière snorted coldly, turned his head away, and ignored Lin Yangfei's apology.

"Crackling" -

There was another soft sound from that corner, and even Chen Donghui noticed it this time. He pointed to the corner and motioned for Lin Yangfei, who nodded silently.

Both of them stepped back consciously. When entering the door, Chen Donghui leaned his ax against the wall by the door, and he is now moving in that direction.

Molière waited for a while, and seeing that they ignored him, he turned his head and asked, "Why are you all silent? Actually, I'm not that angry, as long as you..."

"Hush, be quiet." Lin Yangfei whispered, he covered the light source of the flashlight with his hand, and the room suddenly became dark, and basically he couldn't see anything.

"Crackling" -

Molière also noticed something was wrong.

The strange sound of the wooden door came for the fourth time. Chen Donghui and Lin Yangfei had already retreated to the door, holding the ax in their hands. Lin Yangfei counted in a low voice: "One, two, three!"

The light of the flashlight shone on the corner where the sound came from, but nothing was seen, and it was as calm as usual, as if nothing had happened.

But there was no peace for two seconds.

Lin Yangfei didn't even let go of that breath.

There was a long "creak", louder and weirder than the previous ones.

Under the light of the flashlight, Lin Yangfei saw that the wall was moving slowly, and it opened like a door.

(End of this chapter)