Zheng Jia looked into the house and saw An Qian who was pressed to the ground by the door. He first shouted in surprise, and then cried out: "He is indeed dead!"
He threw himself on his hands and knees next to Men and Anxi, knelt on the ground and cried loudly: "Anxi! Anxi, you can't die! You and I depend on each other and share the joys and sorrows of a copy. Unexpectedly, today, the black-haired man will send black Send people! Wow..."
"..."
"The black-haired man" Anxi silently and tremblingly raised her hand and slapped him in the face. She gritted her teeth and replied weakly: "Ahem! I...I'm not dead...stop howling."
"It's a fake corpse!"
Zheng Jia was so frightened by An Qian that she jumped up from the ground.
Anxi was angry but couldn't vent her anger.
Her whole body was sore now and she was extremely weak. There was even a wooden door weighing more than sixty kilograms weighing on her body.
"Help..." Anxi called for help.
If the wooden door is not removed, she may really die, and the black-haired person will give up the black-haired person.
Thinking of this, An Qian suddenly felt a lightness on her body, and the heavy solid wood door was lifted and thrown to the floor with a bang.
Zheng Jia, who was standing on the left, was still two steps away from her, so it was definitely not him who was taking the object from afar.
Anxi struggled to twist her head, which was just pressed by the door, and looked to her right.
"Chu...Chu Qingyan?" An Qian was surprised.
Chu Qingyan, who was dressed in black, was standing aside, looking at her silently with lowered eyes. There was still not much emotion in his indifferent eyes, but if you looked carefully, you might be able to detect a flash of guilt.
"Are you really not dead?"
Zheng Jia took two steps forward, returned to An Qian, squatted down and pushed her: "Then why are you lying on the ground?"
"W-what do you think?"
Anxi pointed to the twisted wooden door that was thrown to the ground, "I was kicked down just like this door..."
"ah?"
Zheng Jia couldn't help showing an embarrassed expression when he heard this. He glanced at Chu Qingyan cautiously, then lowered his head and whispered in An Qian's ear: "Brother Chu also wanted to save you. We thought you didn't open the door for a long time. problem occurs."
"If you had stopped thinking wildly, making up nonsense, and spreading rumors that I was dead, and had prepared my funeral, I wouldn't have ended up like this."
An Qian didn't forget Zheng Jia's cry outside the door just now, so she almost paired him with a suona and erhu so that he could go through the entire funeral process.
"I..." Zheng Jia paused for a moment, then said harshly: "Isn't it true that I care about you and cause chaos?"
"That's all..." An Qian sighed helplessly, moved her wrist, and tried to stand up.
But before she actually took action.
Chu Qingyan, who had been silent until now, suddenly said, "Don't move yet."
Anxi subconsciously stopped getting up.
The next second, the world was spinning in front of her eyes. An Qian felt her feet were empty, and then her head rested on Chu Qingyan's solid chest.
The most secret heartbeat sound reached her ears without revealing anything.
This is just a little too intimate.
Anxi felt uncomfortable all over. She rolled her eyes in embarrassment and blurted out: "Handsome guy, your chest muscles are quite big. Can you put a pen in the middle to hold them?"
"..." When Chu Qingyan heard this, she lowered her head and looked at An Qian with a frown.
An Qian blinked and looked at him. Chu Qingyan's eyes seemed to be saying: Now I really want to throw you back to the ground and let you die again.
"Ahem, just kidding."
Anxi pretended to cough to relieve her embarrassment, closed her mouth and waited quietly for Chu Qingyan to carry her to the sofa.
"Lie down."
Chu Qingyan placed An Qian on the sofa, and after giving instructions, reached out to touch An Qian.
"What is this for?"
An Qian naturally didn't think that Chu Qingyan wanted to eat her, but she was still curious about his actions.
Chu Qingyan didn't answer. He touched An Qian's ribs and pressed her abdomen, and then said, "She shouldn't be seriously injured, but she may feel pain when she runs and jumps."
"I will come to your room to take care of you during these five days. During the curfew, you try to avoid contact with the ghosts in the house and don't let them see your behavior."
An Qian was a little surprised when she heard Chu Qingyan's words: "I heard you say that, you have figured out the ability of the white-skinned ghost in the house?"
"It's not completely clear yet."
Chu Qingyan shook his head and replied calmly: "But what is clear is that the appearance of the white-skinned ghost in the house will gradually change into the appearance of a human being in the same house as it.
"It's like copying a human's appearance?"
"Yes. The longer they observe and imitate every move of a human, the more it will resemble that person. Perhaps the final result is to replace the human under the same house."
"..." An Qian remained silent after hearing this.
She felt that Chu Qingyan's speculation was accurate.
This makes perfect sense why the correction fluid would indicate that the white-skinned person’s prefix is “keen to imitate.”
Because they want to be them.
Thinking of this, Anxi asked again: "I think what you said is very close to the correct answer, but how did you deduce this result in such a short period of time?"
"I experimented intentionally."
Without changing his expression, Chu Qingyan recounted what he had just done in the house: "After I discovered that he could imitate my movements, I deliberately circled in front of him. In about an hour, he grew a small Amputate your eyebrows.”
"Then I tried to pretend to be out, turned around and hid under the window to observe."
"The white-skinned ghost would have been standing still at the door when I first left. It must have been waiting for me to come back. After a few minutes, it realized that I would not return to the house in a short time. It suddenly turned around and crossed the dividing line on its own initiative. .”
"However, it looked very painful after crossing the dividing line. Its limbs suddenly became limp and it could only squirm like maggots on the ground."
"It moved slowly with its body to the sofa where I kept my backpack, and took out the black water-based pen that I had kept in the side bag. The moment it brought the pen back to the other side, Eyes exactly like mine appeared on his face."
"What? It can grow eyes like mine just by getting a pen?"
This time, before An Qian could speak, Zheng Jia, who was sitting on the single sofa, shouted first.
Without saying a word, he turned around and ran towards the door: "No, no, I'm going back first. Let's talk after I pack my bag!"
An Qian watched Zheng Jia disappear quickly, and then continued: "No wonder the town doesn't stipulate that we must stay in the house all day. It turns out that it is giving those white-skinned people an opportunity to steal things."
"Then the curfew time allows those white-skinned people to observe our behavior. It is really thorough and full of details. Rather than saying that we are tourists, it is better to say that these white-skinned people are real tourists, right?"
