snake coffin

Chapter 593

Listening to Mrs. Fan's words, I felt a little numb when I thought of Lao Fan who was locked in the closet.

Sticking his head out from behind Mo Xiu, he looked at her and said, "He has become better, isn't it good to be with you like this?"

He will help her wash the dishes, make her happy, praise her, care about her, and call her the nickname that they only called when they first fell in love.

Is it bad?
Anyway, she had already sacrificed herself to return to Lao Fan, why not be together.

Obviously he is Lao Fan, and a better Lao Fan.

Why lock him in the closet?
But as soon as I finished speaking, Mrs. Fan's empty eyes immediately flashed with light.

He stood up suddenly and said in a deep voice to me: "What's better? So what if it's better? He's not!"

As she spoke, her eyes slowly turned red and she stared at us, as if she felt she had lost her composure.

He murmured: "It's just not true. No matter how nice or caring you are, you are still not my old model."

Sniffing, he said to us: "You will know what to do when you see it. Don't open the closet, no matter who tells you, don't open it. Go back, don't let others find out, you have been here before. "

Mo Xiu didn't expect that she would let us go so easily, but he still put his arms around us and walked out.

After all, we have seen the ferocity of a man with blood lice turning into a snake.

The kind where the snake's body is entangled and all the bones are broken, and when the snake's head hits it, the wall collapses.

But when I walked up to Mrs. Fan and looked at her trembling lips, I felt a little sad for some reason.

He simply pulled Mo Xiu and glanced at him.

There is still a tacit understanding between Moxiu and me. As soon as my eyes passed, he understood my thoughts.

After thinking for a while, he nodded.

But he still hugged Ah Bao back and put the black robe on me at the same time.

This is to ensure that Master Fan turns into a snake and can protect me.

Although I don't really want to wear it, but after thinking about the current situation, I still let the black robe wear it.

He tore off the empty paper mask on his face, and whispered to Mrs. Fan: "Mrs."

When Mrs. Fan heard me calling her, her eyes that were staring at the closet immediately turned around.

Seeing me, surprise flashed in my eyes, and I hurriedly looked to the side to make sure there was no one around.

He stretched out his hand to catch me and lowered his voice: "Why are you here?"

Mo Xiu stretched out his hand and stopped Mrs. Fan's stretched out hand.

Mrs. Fan looked at Moxiu's hand, then at me, retracted her hand embarrassingly, and said with a low smile: "Today when the instrument rang in the cafeteria, I should have guessed it was yours. We take medicine every day, don't you?" There's that thing, only your hair is all over."

As she spoke, she glanced at my shoulder-length short hair and was stunned for a moment.

But he turned around and walked out, locked the door, and motioned for us to go to the kitchen, obviously he had something to say.

After all, Mrs. Fan knows some truths and is more sober than others.

Moxiu and I looked at each other, but still followed.

After arriving in the kitchen, Mrs. Fan connected the kettle with water and put it on the stove to boil water, and turned on the range hood on purpose.

Amidst the roaring sound of the range hood, he said to us: "You shouldn't have come, the people in this community are a little crazy."

"What kind of crazy magic?" I couldn't help asking.

Mrs. Fan glanced at me, and then she spoke slowly to me.

When they first moved in, everyone was depressed and a little angry.

After all, such a big event happened in Qingshui Town, and they had nothing but people being moved out. Even if they were divided into houses and shared meals, what people needed was not only food and shelter, but also other needs.

The Feng family first used it to compensate them based on the demolition of the entire town, and calculated it on a per-capita basis to stabilize them, prevent them from leaving the community, and prevent them from causing trouble.

Then within a few days, all household furniture and appliances, as well as customized wardrobes, were supplied to them.

After the closet appeared, they first heard someone talking in the closet when they were sleeping, sometimes calling them in the middle of the night.

And they are all people who I miss, but have passed away.

Everyone was afraid before, but later, when they opened the closet, they were the most beautiful people in their memory, and they seemed to be suffering underneath.

They couldn't bear it, and they knew that as long as they let those blood lice bite them, that relative would be freed from the sea of ​​suffering.

Most people will definitely agree, not to mention the fact that money can be divided according to the head, and food and accommodation are readily available.

Naturally, they would not tell the Feng family about taking advantage of the Feng family.

After all, who would say that if the dead people in my family come back to life, we can get an extra share of the head money.

Even if everyone has secretly inquired whether other people have this situation, everyone knows that people in a town naturally stick together and hide each other.

They were bitten by blood lice and sucked some blood, it was neither painful nor itchy, and they didn't care.

But after that person came back and lived together, they realized that the problem was different from what they had imagined.

Just like the old Fan we saw, they seem to have some dementia. No matter who they see, they are the ones who wish to exchange them with their souls, and they are obviously easy to reveal their secrets.

What's even weirder is that they have to go back to the closet every night.

Everyone was a little nervous at first, but later when we saw these people, they didn't need to eat or drink, they were obedient, and they could help with many things, such as housework and so on.

Emotionally, it is equivalent to those photos of the dead and the like.

From a practical point of view, it is equivalent to finding a free helper for the family, and more and more people are trying to help.

"Even if I know that the old Fan in the closet is fake, sometimes I will open the closet door and take a look at him." Mrs. Fan's face was full of guilt.

He smiled bitterly at me and said, "But after watching it, I feel sorry for Lao Fan."

"Only one can come out of a closet?" I thought of my grandma who sensed me when I stood in the closet.

It seemed like he was like that, not caring about me all the time.

It is indeed the most perfect look in my memory!

Mrs. Fan nodded, smiled bitterly at me and said, "I have another closet, and different people call me every day. But I don't want to open it again."

Just then the water boiled, and Mrs. Fan turned off the fire.

I reached out to turn off the range hood, but turned to look at me and said, "Do you have anything else to ask?"

I quickly talked about selling snake wine and the god-making video in which the people of Qingshui Town participated.

Mrs. Fan shook her head firmly at me: "There is an Internet in our community, but no one sends videos. The people in it, what you see are our faces and our voices, but they are not us."

She said, looking at my face with deep eyes: "It's just like your face just now."

I suddenly remembered that faces can change.

"Then why didn't you tell the security guards outside?" I was a little puzzled.

Such an obvious loophole, wouldn't the Feng family know it as soon as they asked?
After all, there are such videos all over the Internet, even if they don't show that they are from the Taoist sect, if they ask a question pretending to be curious, wouldn't they know it?

"The security guard asked, but everyone admitted it." Mrs. Fan looked at me with deep eyes and retracted her hand that was on the range hood.

She took out her mobile phone and handed it to me: "Look for yourself."

She still uses that old-fashioned machine, and I don't even know what to look at.

"Bank information." Mrs. Fan pointed to my cell phone and said with a wry smile: "I only use this thing to answer the phone, but I still can't get it right. It took me a long time to learn how to use this kitchen alone. "

Then I remembered that Mrs. Fan used to burn firewood.

This kind of old-fashioned machine is probably not very playable.

Bring up the information bar, and at the top is the bank's payment information.

Remind Mrs. Fan what the card number is, the payment is [-] yuan, and the note is the video interview fee.

I looked at Mrs. Fan a little surprised, with a puzzled look on her face.

Mo Xiu who was behind said in a deep voice: "In other words, they didn't record these videos, and they didn't sell snake wine, but someone gave money to all those who showed their faces in the videos, and they admitted it!"

"Yes, other people have asked me and made a statement with me. When the security guard comes to ask, don't tell it. The money you get will not be recovered." Teacher Fan's face darkened.

He whispered: "And the security guards seemed to be worried about something and didn't ask questions openly."

Her eyes flashed: "I thought it would be good for you, so I agreed to them. Everyone moved out of Qingshui Town and lost everything. Suddenly, there was a lot of money from time to time, and it was quite a lot. It’s the default.”

Holding the phone, I looked at the blood lice on the soles of Mrs. Fan's feet, and suddenly I didn't know whether I should tell her about it.

But Mo Xiu pulled me and said softly: "It's time for Master to sleep, let's go back."

Mrs. Fan took a plastic hot water bottle and poured the pot of hot water into it, obviously to warm her feet.

After all, she listened to the man in the closet.

"I'm getting older and can't sleep without warming my feet." Mrs. Fan smiled at me, waved her hand and said, "You can put that thing on your face again. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

I hugged Ah Bao, nodded to her, and walked out with Mo Xiu.

In the living room, Mo Xiu put the paper mask on me.

He moved gently, and gently stroked his face with his fingers, smoothing the paper mask.

He said in a deep voice: "Your teacher seems to be a very rigid person, and he still calls you Shimu Tiantian."

"He Yue, do you have a nickname? If..." Mo Xiu turned to look at A Bao.

He coughed and said, "Now things are more troublesome than we thought. It will probably take several days. We can't always call us by our real names."

"How about..." Mo Xiu glanced at A Bao again, and his voice became lower and lower.

The fingers that smoothed the mask lingered on my face: "You have a name like Abao, what should I call you?"

(End of this chapter)