Chen Jiayan looked at the bag with some embarrassment and didn't move it.
"What's wrong? Don't like eating?"
"No, no."
There was a hint of embarrassment on her face, and her voice dropped an octave: "I, I haven't used a knife and fork before."
I laughed and said, "I don't know how to use them either. Who said you can't use chopsticks when eating steak?"
Chen Jiayan laughed a few times, took out the chopsticks from the aluminum lunch box, placed it on the morgue and started eating.
Although I have been working with corpses all year round, I always feel a little awkward eating here.
"How about putting it on the table and eating it?"
Chen Jiayan shook her head quickly: "Those cosmetics are very expensive. If they get dirty, you have to buy new ones."
Before taking a few bites, she suddenly took out a piece of wood from under the bed and handed it to me.
"look."
I took the wooden man over and looked at it up and down.
Although the carving is not finished, the fineness of the wooden figure can be clearly felt from the facial features.
"You are an undertaker, where did you find the wood?"
Chen Jiayan quickly put down her lunch box and pointed to her dressing cabinet: "Here, I found it fell when I came back today."
"Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I just carved a few times."
"Do you have a carving knife?"
Chen Jiayan picked up an eyebrow trimmer from the table, waved it in front of me and said, "It's all the same."
Being able to use an eyebrow trimming knife as a carving knife is probably difficult even for those masters, right?
The corners of this dressing cabinet will fall off sooner or later, but today is the day.
Maybe, this is God's will.
"Come on, you can eat, I'll go out and take a look."
"that……"
Chen Jiayan stood up quickly and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand: "Thank you."
"You're welcome, one of my own."
After leaving the door, I went straight to the dormitory. I wanted to take a good look at the valuables in the travel bag I took from Chen Changming.
Fortunately, Liu Shan is not here, so it will be easier for me to do things.
I took the duffel bag off from under the bed and rummaged through the contents.
I looked at the magic weapons scattered on the ground and carefully picked them up.
"Peach wood sword, talisman paper, cinnabar..."
The things here are very common and can even be bought casually in the market.
If this thing were sold in the market, it wouldn't be worth even 100,000 yuan. Why did Chen Changming bleed so much?
I picked up the backpack again and shook it vigorously.
Suddenly, I seemed to hear a very muffled crashing sound. I put my ear close to it and shook it vigorously again.
There is real sound!
I groped around in the bag bit by bit and finally found a hard object at the bottom of the backpack.
I searched around and found that it was not in the middle of the backpack, but was sewn in later.
I opened the backpack with a knife, and a book suddenly fell to my feet.
The book was boxy and looked like a brick. The whole book was yellowed. When I picked it up with my hand, it made the unique crisp sound of paper.
Judging from the feeling, this is definitely an old item with age.
However, when I opened the book, I found that I didn't recognize the words in it at all.
Each one was crooked and looked like some kind of symbol. I was even sure whether it was words or not.
In the middle of the book, there is also a letter. The font of the letter is the same as that of the book.
Tsk.
Although I don't know him, I can basically tell that this is what Chen Changming is looking for.
I leaned against the wall and took out my phone to see if I could find any information online, but still found nothing.
I thought to myself, Chen Changming already knew that the thing was in my hands, and he would definitely not let it go.
You must hide it first and find an opportunity to decipher the words inside.
At the same time, I suddenly thought about Chen Changming's attitude at the dinner table. Why did he suddenly turn around?
This matter needs to be investigated.
The sun had just set, and I couldn't help but feel sleepy. I just felt that my eyelids were getting heavy.
It's probably because I haven't had a good rest for several days in a row.
Finally staying up until night, I didn't even eat, so I just lay down on the bed and slept.
I have not dreamed for many years, but this night I always dreamed of a child covered in blood.
This kid was standing at the door of the dormitory, walking towards me with bloody footprints step by step.
When he got closer, I saw clearly that he was too small, and a cat couldn't be much bigger.
The head is bald, the eyes are one big and one small, and there are some hare lips. When he talks, it sounds like a broken bellows, making a hissing sound.
I looked down and saw that there was a hole in the child's throat, and the white flesh was trembling as blood gurgled out.
In the dream, he stretched his arms very straight and kept asking me to hug him.
If I don't hug him, he keeps chasing me.
"Pah, pah, pah..."
I suddenly felt a pain on my face. When I opened my eyes, I saw the curator with a sullen face.
I was suddenly startled and picked up my phone to take a look.
Damn it, it’s already ten o’clock in the morning!
