Panguan

Wenshi walked around the study room without stopping and opened all the cabinets in the room. He couldn't find any new ink, but he saw a camphor wood book box.

The book box was inconspicuous, it was the most common thing in the study room at that time, but it attracted Wen Shi's attention because it had a lock on it.

What key things will be placed in the book box?

When Wen Shi was thinking, the puppet string had already been thrown out.

The moment the thread got into the keyhole, the whole study suddenly flashed - the snow-white walls were glowing orange, a crackling sound sounded in my ears, and a gust of hot wind blew from nowhere, sweeping past my face, which was actually a little burning. people.

Xia Qiao hissed slightly.

When I heard about it, I turned my head and saw him covering his arm, waving his hands and saying, It doesn't matter. It's just that I didn't know what I touched just now. It hurts a little.

Xia Qiao wrinkled his face and hesitated for a moment, then added: No, it's a bit hot, it feels like it's burned.

He put down his hand and took a look. The piece he was covering was intact and not even red at all.

What about you? Wenshi looked at Xie and asked.

I'm fine. Xie Wen was standing in the corner, wiping the wall with his thumb, This house may have been burned down.

Indeed, the scene that just flashed by in the blink of an eye was particularly like a scene of fire.

He lowered his head and asked Shen Manyi: Has your house been on fire?

Shen Manyi raised her head and said, No.

That is how the matter?

He frowned when he heard it, and the puppet thread got into the keyhole again.

As the lock cylinder turned slightly, the entire study suddenly fell into flames!

The hot làngxi rushed towards the person with open mouth, and the golden-red tongue of flames curled up in the air, enough to lick off a layer of skin.

It was rolling in the air, about to swallow Xia Qiao and Xie Wenchai, when Wen Shi in front of the book box swiped his hand behind his back, and the chain-wrapped snake jumped out with fangs open. It circled around the entire study, and the menacing flame was completely swallowed up by it.

Ahhhhh——

Xia Qiao covered his face and scurried around in the fire, but when he looked up, he saw his brother's puppet was like a greedy snake, swimming forward with its mouth open, swallowing wherever it went, There is no spark left at all. As long as it doesn't hit the wall, it can be swallowed until the end of time.

The flames continued to subside, and Xie Wen walked through the space, walked behind Wen Shi, and bent down to look at the book box. No panic at all.

Mr. Li and Shen Manyi didn't react at all. One grabbed a pen from the stone table, and the other blinked and looked at him like a kaleidoscope.

Xia Qiao thought for a while and covered his face again. Because it's embarrassing.

He exposed an eye from the gap between his fingers, moved behind his brother and Boss Xie, and heard the copper lock of the bookcase clinking to the ground and being unlocked.

The tongue of fire flashed twice and finally retreated. When he heard it, he put the five fingers of his left hand together and closed the snake. At the same time, he opened the lid of the book box with his right hand.

They expect to see something special, such as a photo, an old item, or a book that contains key information. Unexpectedly, this book box is filled with paper, and the paper is densely packed with words.

When I heard it, I opened a few pictures and glanced at the contents.

Xia Qiao muttered from behind: What is this? Excerpts from famous poems?

The homework assigned by the teacher. The little girl's voice suddenly sounded.

homework?

Shen Manyi nodded, squatted down next to the bookcase, and said seriously: The homework assigned by the teacher requires us to practice calligraphy. We have to do it every day.

She paused and then whispered: I don't like practicing calligraphy. I don't do much writing.

The words at the top are very familiar, exactly the same as those in the diary. The strokes are a little tender and soft, but very neat. It should be the name of the young master of the Shen family.

When Wen Shi found his signature on the third page, his name was Shen Mansheng. The name is a bit delicate and matches the words very well, making the contents of the diary even more chilling.

After the signature is Mr. Li's ink-note annotation, with only one click to indicate that he has read it.

Wenshi even flipped through half of the box, but the content was always the same - Shen Mansheng practiced two or three pages of words, and Mr. Li made corrections without a single comment. It seemed to be the simplest and most frequent daily homework.

What's so lockable about this?

When he heard it, he was wondering when he suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the side, as if something was piercing into the flesh and slowly tearing.

He turned around and saw the teacher, Mr. Li, leaning on the desk, grabbing an old-fashioned pen and slicing his arm open with the tip of the pen.

This scene is really scary!

What are you doing? Hearing this, he immediately grabbed the puppet string, trying to stop his terrifying movements. But he saw Mr. Li holding his pen and slowly turning his head to look at him.

The teacher's eyes were rotten, and his gaze and expression could not be seen. But maybe it was because of the gurgling water in his eye sockets. He always looked like he was crying, but he was also extremely determined.

The wound on his arm turned outwards, and a large puddle of water first gushed out, and then blood slowly oozed out.

Mr. Li stared there, waiting for the blood to slowly accumulate into a small puddle, and then carefully dipped the tip of his pen into it. He was using the blood as ink.

I... Xia Qiao couldn't say anything. He was shocked for a long time and couldn't help but said: You can write even if you dip it in water, don't paddle!

But Mr. Li seemed unable to hear the word water. He trembled, lowered his head again, and wrote a word vigorously on the paper.