guile fairy

The sound of chewing always seemed to come from beneath her feet.

Fu Zhaozhao looked at the open space under his feet and seemed particularly hesitant.

While she was thinking, she discovered something carefully hidden not far away.

Fu Zhaozhao took the tool in his hand and found that the soil on the shovel head was still very fresh and had a slightly moist feeling. It had obviously been used not long ago.

The shovel fell down again and again, but after a while, Fu Zhaozhao saw the source of the sound.

Xu had never seen such a scene before, and her breath was a little confused for a moment.

……

It wasn't until dark that Fu Zhaozhao went back.

The house was extremely dark, probably because the male painter was not there.

Just when Fu Zhaozhao thought this and turned on the light, he saw the male painter appear in front of him.

The other person's eyes were extremely protruding, his cheeks were extremely sunken, and his complexion was pale with a hint of blue.

Looking at people, I feel as if a dead person is staring at me.

Thinking back to the scene she saw this afternoon, even Fu Zhaozhao couldn't help but feel goosebumps on his skin.

"Where have you been?" The male painter's tone seemed a little weak, but his eyes were staring at her, as if he would do something terrible if she didn't give a correct answer.

Fu Zhaozhao glanced at him and said in a particularly stable tone: "I took a walk around here. I definitely want to go out for a stroll when I come here."

I don't know if the male painter believes it.

The atmosphere between the two parties reached a deadlock for a while. Fortunately, after a while, the male painter looked away and walked toward his room, whispering something while walking.

"As long as I don't go there."

It wasn't until the male painter returned to the room that Fu Zhaozhao breathed a sigh of relief.

When he thought of the scene he saw in the afternoon, he informed Xiaobao of the situation.

Xiaobao looked a little extra fussy on the other end of the phone.

"Oh my god?! Are you telling the truth?"

Xiaobao obviously didn't believe it. Fu Zhaozhao didn't explain too much and took a photo of what he saw and sent it.

A beautiful woman's head is wrapped in the dark brown soil. There is a whole drawing board around the woman's head, as if it ran out of the drawing board, but it looks particularly scary with a head and no body.

And the most horrifying thing is that the other person is cultivating the roots of some plant in his mouth, and he seems to be particularly frightened.

When she saw Fu Zhaozhao, the beautiful woman looked like she was about to cry in panic, as if she wanted the person in front of her to save her.

Fu Zhaozhao didn't know what she was thinking at that time. Looking at the large field of roses, she hesitated for a moment and dug out the bottom of one of the roses.

As you can imagine, there is a woman's head under the rose, but it is different from the one just now. The woman's head under this rose seems to have been dead for a long time. It has gray-brown skin and the eyes are all covered with plants. Surrounded by rhizomes.

And in the mouth of the woman's head, an extraordinarily delicate rose grew. The fragrance of the flower was fragrant, with a hint of decay.

Fu Zhaozhao sent these two pictures, and the person on the other end of the phone was obviously a little surprised, and actually fell silent. After a while, Xiaobao's trembling voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I didn't expect this person to be so perverted and capable of doing such a thing." Xiaobao said, "If I guessed correctly, there is a corresponding head under each flower in the flower field. According to the picture, this person Been doing this for a long time.”

"I suddenly remembered something. There was a time when young women often disappeared in Lido. However, because this place has a relatively developed tourism industry, no one noticed."

"Now it seems that the disappearance of those women must be related to this man."

I don’t know how the other party did it. At least Fu Zhaozhao has never seen a male painter bring other women back.

Xiaobao continued: "I heard that the most serious disappearance is the house you live in now. It's just because the other person's time didn't match up. Although everyone found it strange, they didn't care."

Fu Zhaozhao: "...So you rented a haunted house for me?"

Xiaobao smiled awkwardly on the other end of the phone, "Isn't it because you don't care about these things? Plus, without the exact facts, it's hard to wrongly accuse others."

While the two were chatting, there was a sudden sound at the door.

The two people who were chatting happily stopped immediately. Fu Zhaozhao frowned slightly and asked, "Who is it?"

The male painter's voice came in through the crack in the door. Perhaps because of the distance between the door, the voice sounded a bit muffled, "I cooked some food for my stomach, but I accidentally cooked too much. I couldn't finish it by myself. So I want to share some with you.”

Fu Zhaozhao opened the door with doubts.

The male painter outside the door tried his best to show a kind smile, but paired with his extra thin face, it looked extremely weird.

The male painter was holding a casserole in his hand. It seemed that it had just come out of the pot. A burst of aroma came from it. Even someone like Fu Zhaozhao, who had no appetite, couldn't help but want to take it and open it.

The male painter forced a smile and said in a slower tone: "My attitude was not very good in the past two days, and this meal tonight is my apology."

As he spoke, he stretched the casserole forward. The distance was shortened and the aroma became more intense.

By the time Fu Zhaozhao reacted, she had already returned to the room holding the casserole.

After the male painter handed the thing to her, he turned and left, as if he didn't care whether the other party would eat it.

Xiaobao on the other end of the phone felt something was not right about Fu Zhaozhao's state, so he asked, "What happened to you just now?"

Due to the interruption by the male painter, they did not continue the conversation.

Fu Zhaozhao looked at the casserole in front of her with a serious face. It felt particularly fragrant. It was so fragrant that she felt like she wanted to eat it without thinking about herself.

She sniffed and said, "The stuff in here smells so good." As she said that, she opened the casserole.

There is nothing special in the casserole, just a very homely dish of Dudu Chicken. The only difference is that a layer of rose petals is carefully placed around it. If you don't look carefully, you might think it is some kind of seasoning.

Fu Zhaozhao, who originally thought it smelled pretty good, suddenly lost his appetite when he saw the rose petals.

I wonder if there is only one place where roses can bloom so vigorously in this season.

Due to the angle, Xiaobao couldn't see what was in the casserole, but felt strange and said, "How could he suddenly be so kind and give you food? Did you two quarrel before?!"

When the male painter knocked on the door just now, Xiaobao didn't say anything, but just listened to the conversation between the two silently.