Time has never flown by so quickly.
Under Jasmine's slightly threatening eyes and the head teacher's "I'm very disappointed in you" look, two days passed. Apart from collecting a lot of descriptions of scenes related to the child, they didn't have any clue.
But at least they have learned to live shamelessly under Jasmine's coercion.
Due to the confidentiality regulations of the secret room, the clues they could collect were of course mainly written descriptions. After secondary dissemination, the legend of the Easter eggs in the Eight Immortals Village was described in a magical way, and even more enthusiastic onlookers directly expressed the scenes in paintings. , but the result was unsatisfactory, and it would be better not to paint at all.
The third day was the deadline set by Jasmine.
There was no news from Zhao Baihuan, nor was there much urging. The only one who was anxious was Jasmine.
Jasmine was the first to set the pace among the large group of enthusiasts who sneaked into Wenjing's secret room.
"I heard that something strange happened in the Eight Immortals Village." Jasmine typed a line of text and threw it into the group.
The expected group explosion effect did not appear.
"Xiao Lan, Taoist Priest, hurry up and take the lead," Jasmine said to the two people sitting on the sofa opposite her who were eating fruit, "Get the rhythm up."
Xiaolan quickly put down the watermelon in her hand and picked up her mobile phone.
Smurf: Momomo makes sense.
Zhang San, the outsider: That makes sense.
"Tsk, can you be more professional?" Jasmine looked at the two of them with disgust, "Look at what I sent before you speak."
Xiaolan lowered her head and looked carefully, "Oh, it's okay, I'll withdraw...Oh, I can't withdraw."
The outsider Zhang San withdrew a message.
Xiaolan squinted at the Taoist priest with dissatisfaction.
"Someone has spoken!" Jasmine sat upright and read, "I've also heard that it seems that the Eight Immortals Village has closed its store because of this... Wow! There is a clue! The speaker is - Jiuzhen really doesn't want to play in the secret room... Ah Xi, it turns out to be Jiutian, Bai is so excited."
Jasmine cursed and leaned back on the sofa.
"Jasmine! Jasmine! We have a clue!" Luo Jiutian's overjoyed cry came from the stairs, "Finally someone thinks that the child's appearance is not an Easter egg!"
He held his mobile phone in one hand and pointed at the screen with the other hand. He rushed downstairs without even putting on his slippers.
Jasmine rolled her eyes, "Take a good look, Momomo is me, my third trumpet."
"I didn't know that was your trumpet yet," Luo Jiutian snatched the watermelon from Xiaolan and Taoist Master and put it back on the plate, then pushed the plate away and put the phone in the center of the cleared coffee table. "Look, this is a girl I added to the group. She said that she also felt that the things she saw in the Eight Immortals Village did not look like Easter eggs, but more like hauntings."
"What did she say?" Jasmine stroked upward a few times.
"She hasn't said what's going on yet," Luo Jiutian looked at the gathered friends, "We just talked about the Eight Immortals Village."
Jasmine's hand didn't stop, and she continued to stroke upwards, her eyes suddenly widened.
"You...why did you send the photo to her?"
The chat history was fixed on a photo of a tourist that Luo Jiutian sent sillyly, holding on to a tree.
"She sent me the photo first," Luo Jiutian stretched out his finger and swiped up, "She said that she sent me the photo, and I had to reply with a photo of myself. Look, here, here."
Jasmine's eyes widened even more, she directly picked up Luo Jiutian's phone and shouted, "How could she send you such a photo!"
This kind?
Which kind?
Xiaolan was very interested and moved over to take a peek, but was grabbed by the Taoist priest and carried to the other end of the sofa.
Then the Taoist priest himself came over and took a look. After a while, he looked up expressionlessly and said, "Isn't this just a girl's selfie?"
Jasmine pointed at the phone screen in disbelief, "How could a girl send such a photo to a stranger?! Why would she send such a photo to you?! You...you..."
Luo Jiutian scratched his head, "She said it's normal, everyone is like this."
"Everyone... everyone... how is it possible..."
Just when Jasmine was breathing heavily for some reason, the Taoist priest suddenly pointed at the phone screen and said, "She sent a message again."
This time Xiaolan finally had the qualifications to come forward.
Da Lang is not a scumbag: The last time my friends and I went to the Eight Immortals Village, we didn’t walk out because we met the boy they were talking about.
Jasmine hugged Luo Jiutian's cell phone and started typing.
Jiuzhen really doesn’t want to play the secret room: No, that boy usually provides clues or reminders to the players. I think you are just stupid.
"Hey Jasmine, how could you say that? You will be blocked." Qiao Nian came over at some point and grabbed the phone. "Withdraw quickly."
Jiuzhen really didn’t want to play the secret room and withdrew a message.
Da Lang is not a scumbag:...
Big Wave is not a scumbag: I saw it...
Jiuzhen really doesn't want to play in the secret room: I'm sorry, it was my cat who beat me just now. What did that boy do to you? Why didn't you come out?
"Pfft!" Qin Yin, who was eating the melon while peeping at the screen, almost spit out the melon in his mouth, "What kind of cat can do this? It's already a sperm, is it black?"
Xiaolan heard the black-skinned snoring upstairs paused for a moment, and then continued.
Da Lang is not a scumbag: it’s a long story.
Qiao Nian continued typing.
Jiuzhen really doesn’t want to play the secret room: It doesn’t matter, we can make voice calls, and I also want to hear your voice.
"Hey!" Jasmine grabbed Qiao Nian's hand.
"Calm down, stay calm, use a delaying tactic," Qiao Nian retracted her hand, "Aren't I worried about being blacklisted?"
Da Lang is not a scumbag: Really? But brother Jiutian, he is very shy.
If Qin Yin hadn't hugged Jasmine quickly with quick eyes and hands, Jasmine might have smashed the phone.
Qiao Nian took a breath and returned the phone to Luo Jiutian, "Fortunately, she didn't hold a grudge. Okay, now it's up to you to do your best."
Luo Jiutian thought for a few seconds and started typing.
Jiuzhen really doesn’t want to play the secret room: It’s okay, my voice is also ugly.
Da Lang is not a scumbag:...
Da Lang is not a scumbag: That’s not what I meant...
Qiao Nian couldn't help but take back the phone.
Jiuzhen really doesn’t want to play the secret room: Hahahahaha, that’s not what I meant. Just kidding, your voice must be super sweet, little cutie.
This time, even Luo Jiutian frowned and looked at Qiao Nian with strange eyes, "Hey, you are so disgusting."
"Go away, you stinking straight man."
Da Lang is not a scumbag: I hate it, Brother Jiutian is too direct and spicy, but I really want to hear Brother Jiutian’s voice.
"Come, she wants to listen to your voice." Qiao Nian handed the phone back to Luo Jiutian.
Luo Jiutian said nothing and continued typing.
Jiuzhen really doesn’t want to play in the secret room: Then we can meet.
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