C269 Not right

I heard the Uncle Tang say that he wanted to stay in this damned place for a year, and immediately, it became a little hard to accept.

Then, I realised something was wrong. I asked the Uncle Tang, "Didn't you tell me that we are still in the human world? Why is the time in the world different from the human world? "

Uncle Tang was startled for a moment, and said: "We are indeed in the human world, but can you see the people of the world? It's like the old you, when you didn't see a ghost. But you and the ghost live in the same world. You think they don't exist, but you're two different things, so you can't see each other. "Wait a minute, once the white fog has dispersed, we can leave this place, walk around, and return to the human world."

Uncle Tang's theory is a bit profound, but I understand one thing. We have arrived from space, but we have not yet arrived in the real world.

I said a little despondently, "If I really have to stay in this damned place for a year, I won't be able to take it."

The Uncle Tang was kind enough to advise me: "If you lose, you won't be able to get what you want. It only took you four hours, but it was a year. You've earned a lot of time. "

I sighed. "Your algorithm isn't right." It's obvious that others have only aged for three hours, while I have aged for a year. "

Uncle Tang smiled bitterly and walked to the fire to cook.

I sat on the threshold, looking at my childhood home, not knowing what to do now.

Should I go out and look for Mr. Zhao? I was worried that I wouldn't be able to come back. But waiting here isn't a solution. Even if the white mist disappears and I return to the human world, can I just abandon Mr. Zhao and the rest?

While I was daydreaming, the meal was done. Uncle Tang invited me to eat and drink.

I carried my heart through the day after day, drank until I was completely muddled, and then lay down on the bed to sleep.

In the middle of the night, I woke up with a bloated stomach. I have to go to the bathroom. Even though the wind was biting cold outside and the bed was as warm as spring, I had to get up because if I didn't get up soon, I might have to hang the mattress on the bed.

Clutching my stomach, I ran to the bathroom and breathed a sigh of relief.

When I went back to my bedroom, trembling, I suddenly saw that there was light in Uncle Tang's room.

If he couldn't sleep, he could just turn on the light and be in a daze. But the lights of his Inside the house were a little strange. From the window, it was dark inside. There was no light at all. However, in the gap below the wooden door, there was a very thin, flickering light.

In an instant, I understood that the Uncle Tang had covered the window with black paper. He had been sneaking around in the middle of the night to light the lamp, but he didn't know what his purpose was.

I leaned on the wooden door and gently pushed it. The wooden door shook for a bit, but it did not open. Soon after, I heard a burst of crashing sounds, as if something fell on Inside the house.

I was shocked and cursed Uncle Tang for being so sinister. He must have piled up a few bottles and jars behind the door and used them as a warning device.

Sure enough, I saw the light under the door disappear, and then Uncle Tang's voice. "Who is it?"

I didn't answer, but instead tiptoed towards my room. Fortunately, this was my house, so I went to bed in the dark and wrapped myself in a blanket.

Then, I heard the Uncle Tang's door open. He must have come out in the dark, too, because I heard him kick against the door with a clatter of bottles and jars. Then he tripped on the threshold and fell with a thud.

Then, there was the sound of undisguised footsteps heading straight for my room. Hiding under the covers, I thought: What kind of world is this? A sneaky person doesn't have to hide his or her footsteps. I stay in my own house and act like a thief.

Uncle Tang did not knock on the door and just pushed it open to enter. I sighed in my heart, 'It was really secretive. I was in such a hurry to come in just now, so I forgot to put my hand in my door.'

I quietly opened my eyes and saw a ball of light through the gaps between the blankets. It seemed that Uncle Tang came in with a lamp.

He patted me on the shoulder.

So I couldn't pretend to be asleep, and my first reaction was to pull the covers down and look sleepy. But then I realized it wasn't a normal reaction.

I lay in bed, not moving.

Uncle Tang patted me again. This time I shuddered, then jumped out of bed with a shout. The sound was so loud and the movement so great that I was startled myself.

I pulled out the dagger at my waist and pointed it at Uncle Tang as I shouted, "Who is it?"

Uncle Tang was also shocked by my actions and said while trembling: "It's me. "Your Uncle Tang."

I heaved a sigh of relief and looked at Uncle Tang, "Uncle Tang, what are you doing in the middle of the night? "It scared me to death."

Uncle Tang laughed dryly, "Ninth day, you are very vigilant. "He jumped up right away."

I helplessly said, "There's nothing I can do about it. Someone like me who only sees ghosts all day needs to be more quick-witted." Otherwise, he might have been killed that day. Uncle Tang, why are you looking for me? "

Uncle Tang looked towards the door, then came over and whispered: "You didn't go out just now right?"

Of course I couldn't admit it, so I shook my head and said, "I didn't go out."

Uncle Tang was even more mysterious: "If you didn't go out, then this matter would be interesting. Ninth day, let me tell you something.

I coughed. "What's so scary about me?" You tell me. "

Uncle Tang made a sound of acknowledgement, and said in a low voice: "In this village, other than the two of us, there seems to be a third person. That person wanted to push open my door, but was discovered by me."

I am a little confused: Why does Uncle Tang think that there is a third person here? Because someone knocked over something behind his door? What if it was the wind? How did he become so retarded?

No, I soon realized that something was wrong. Uncle Tang didn't turn stupid; he was playing dumb, he was seeing my reaction, and he didn't really believe in my words.

I looked surprised. "There's a third person here?"

It wasn't enough to be surprised. A second later, I became excited again. "There are other people in the village. This isn't a bad thing. What if it was Mr. Zhao? Or perhaps it was Xia Xin? Or perhaps the Little Tang Wei? "

Uncle Tang nodded in satisfaction. It looks like he finally believed me. He whispered, "It can't be them. Think about it. There are only two of us in this village, and they are our friends. After seeing you and me, they are too busy to recognize each other. Why do you need to peep? Why are you running away again? "

I nodded and said, "That makes sense."

Then I asked the Uncle Tang, "Why don't we go out and look for it? Search around? "

Uncle Tang shook his head and said, "The enemy is in the shadows, I am in the light.

I heaved a sigh of relief. It's so cold, knowing full well that no one will be following Uncle Tang to look for someone. I was really unlucky, but fortunately, he rejected this suggestion.

Uncle Tang said, "Go to sleep, it's getting late. But be careful when you sleep. Call me if you hear anything. "

I agreed. Then, the Uncle Tang turned around and was about to leave, but just as he was about to leave, he suddenly glanced at my feet and said puzzledly, "Ninth day, why are you still wearing your shoes when you're sleeping?"

I panicked. I was in too much of a hurry when I got back to my room. I went to bed without taking off my shoes. This was truly a rare opportunity.

Fortunately, my reaction was fast, and I smiled towards Uncle Tang. "I stopped taking off my shoes a long time ago. Think about it, what kind of life do I live with Mr. Zhao? The more time passed, the more dangerous it became. Wear a pair of shoes. If you have something to run away from, you won't be able to do it barefooted. "

Uncle Tang nodded in agreement: "I was like this when I was young, fighting in groups everyday. At night, he would dress himself neatly. "If not, then someone will have to cover me up one day." "… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …"

He patted me on the shoulder, gave me a few words of instruction, and turned away.

After Uncle Tang left, I immediately locked the door. At the same time, I was certain of one thing.

He wasn't right. There was indeed a secret in his room.

Logically speaking, if there was a third person in this village, of unknown origin, and a third person who obviously harboured ill intentions towards us, normal people would want to stay in the same room as me, so that we could look after each other if there was anything.

But the Uncle Tang did not. From the looks of it, the things that the Inside the house had were more important than the so-called third person.

I wanted to open the door and take a look at Uncle Tang's house to see what was inside, but I resisted. Because I can guess, with Uncle Tang's level of shrewdness, he definitely hasn't slept at all right now, maybe he's waiting for the so-called third person behind the door, as long as I sneakily walk into his room, I'll definitely be caught red-handed.

So I took my patience and lay down on the bed. I had a lot of things on my mind, but I was tired too, so I fell asleep very quickly.

When I woke up, I felt refreshed, but it was still dark outside. I hadn't even waited for dawn.

I opened the door and walked out. I saw the Uncle Tang cooking in the courtyard. He looked at me and smiled. "How was your sleep?"

I nodded. "Not bad, just a little hungry."

Uncle Tang acknowledged: "Wait a moment, the food will be ready soon."

I saw that he was quite busy with the fire, so I said, "I'll go back and rest for a while. Come back to reality, I'll help you light a fire in a bit."

Uncle Tang said, "No need, you rest. When the meal is cooked, I will call you."

I promised him, and then, taking advantage of Uncle Tang's inattentiveness, I sneaked into his room.

His door was open during the day, and I made no sound at all. Then I began to look around to see if there were any clues to what had happened last night.

Yes, the windows were covered with black paper, and even the wooden door was covered with black paper to prevent the light from seeping through the already cracked wooden door.

Then, I saw that there were traces of burning paper in the corner and the smell of paper ashes was pretty strong. Did Uncle Tang burn paper in the corner last night?