The Entertainment King of Longing for Life

Ma Sichun's smile gradually froze!

Damn it!

And this kind of operation?

I swallowed my anger for a long time.

She walked in, pretending nothing was wrong.

· ·····Requesting flowers····· ·

"Bai Jingting, you can call me Postman Bai." Bai Jingting glanced at everyone and sat down on the sofa.

"Ma Sichun, you can call me Miss Ma." Ma Sichun happily picked up a glass of wine.

He Hao looked at her and muttered to himself, "Thank goodness my surname isn't Bao..."

Sa Beining, however, had sharp ears. "What did you say?"

He Hao waved his hand, "It's nothing."

Ma Sichun silently put down her wine glass, stared at He Hao with a resentful look, and said, word by word, "You should still call me Miss Chun."

He Hao's lips curled into a smirk, just as he was about to say something witty...

Boom!

A loud bang!

"what happened?"

"Did it thunder?"

Can there be thunder in winter?

......... ......... .......

"The sound seems to be coming from the study."

Everyone rushed over and knocked on the door.

"The Duke?"

"Duke Zhen?"

"master?"

"Husband?"

No one answered inside.

The group tried to open the door by twisting the handle, but couldn't.

“It’s locked, let’s break it!” Sabai Ning immediately suggested, then took a few steps back, ready to make his move.

He Hao stepped forward to stop them, saying, "Stop! Don't be so rude! Watch me!"

The crowd looked at him suspiciously and then stepped aside.

Then, He Hao shouted at the door, "Open Sesame..."

Everyone: "???"

What the hell!

Wow, that's high-tech!

It's a voice-activated door!

Just as everyone was filled with emotion, He Hao calmly reached into his pocket, took out a key, and inserted it into the lock...

Click.

The door opened.

Everyone: "..."

paralysis!

If you have the key, just say so!

study.

The overall layout was somewhat gloomy. After everyone went in, they immediately confirmed that the noise they had just heard must have come from a bookshelf falling to the ground.

Most importantly, there's a person under the bookshelf—

Duke Zhen!

The lights went out without warning!

A nursery rhyme filled the room—

"One, two, three children"

Four, five, six children

Seven or eight cute children

Let's hold hands and play with snowballs together...

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Reading a book up to page eight

After the fourth line of a folk song

I only took half a bite of the candy.

Five children remain

One of my slippers is lost.

I memorized the second volume of a legal code.

A shotgun shell was loaded.

There are two children left.

The story hasn't even begun yet.

A child opened his eyes...

Children's songs!

Paired with chilling music!

It sent chills down my spine instantly!

The two girls screamed even louder!

That's terrifying!

Soon, the nursery rhyme stopped.

The lights came on again...

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Despite her discomfort, Sa Beining led the group to the bookshelf and directed them to right the fallen bookshelf. "703" said, "Just now, it must have been the sound of Duke Zhen being hit by the bookshelf. Look, there's still blood on the very top of the bookshelf..."

The crowd gathered around to investigate.

Ma Sichun looked at the cute doll on the table, reached out and picked it up, hugging it to her chest for some comfort.

Seeing this, Gui Gui laughed and said, "What an adorable doll..."

She gently squeezed the doll's hand.

then……

A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of the doll's mouth!

This was followed by the sound of a baby crying!

"what!"

Ma Sichun immediately threw the doll on the ground!

Gui Gui looked horrified!

Still in shock, everyone was utterly devastated when they saw the doll lying on the ground!

Especially for Ma Sichun, who was already timid, it felt like she was about to have a heart attack...

I really want to go home.

I miss my mom so much.

"Don't panic, everyone, don't panic!" Sabaining said. "The most important thing right now is to analyze the cause of the Duke's death..."

then……

"One, two, three children"

Four, five, six children

Seven or eight cute children

Let's hold hands and play with snowballs...

The nursery rhyme is playing again!

The lights are on.

He Hao looked at Ma Sichun, who was trembling and clinging to his arm, and comforted her, "It's okay, it's just a simple nursery rhyme, don't worry. If I'm not mistaken, this nursery rhyme is based on the dark nursery rhyme from the UK called 'Ten Little Black Men,' and the original singer is probably..."

Ten little black people went out to eat, one choked to death, and nine were left.

Nine little black figures stayed up very late, and one overslept, leaving eight behind.

Eight little black children came to Danwen for a visit, and one said he wanted to stay, leaving seven behind.

Seven little black men were chopping sticks, and one of them cut himself in half, leaving six of them...

I'm listening to terrifying background music!