Chapter 152: Hollow Hall of People

Su Mian closed the diary.

"When we met on the fourth floor for the first time, the little girl said 4-2 was haunted, but the diary said 4-1 was haunted. Then someone must have said it wrong."

"And this second paragraph confirms that the murderer didn't know the existence of 4-1, that is, in her consciousness, there was no 4-1 at all."

"So in this world composed of her consciousness, everyone who enters 4-1 will disappear. That's the reason."

"Because she felt that apart from 4-2, which is where she and her mother-in-law lived, there were no other residents on the fourth floor."

Meng Ziqi nodded, following her train of thought, "So, this world is her consciousness, and you four are her consciousness at different times."

"Finally becoming the landlord, I guess she turned everyone into wax figures before becoming the landlord."

Qiao Yinuo was completely in a state of listening, her mouth slightly open in surprise.

Su Mian nodded and continued, "Because the 'OK' gesture is too easy to trigger, she will definitely turn everyone into wax figures in the end."

"So the current situation is the stage where she just started killing people. The first stage is when she just came back from high school, which is Xiao Li."

Meng Ziqi nodded, agreeing with what she said, and then hooked his lips, "As expected of one of the two consecutive win players, you deserve it."

Several people got out of the car, in a torrential rain. The two buildings were submerged in the rain curtain. Qiao Yinuo wore a raincoat and rushed forward directly.

Su Mian brought an umbrella, rummaged in the back seat for a while, and took it out. Only Meng Ziqi was traveling light.

"Together?"

Su Mian said. She still felt guilty about spilling chili powder on him earlier, although it was also to stop the monster's sudden inspiration.

Meng Ziqi thanked her with a smile and took the initiative to hold an umbrella for Su Mian. The two walked slowly forward. A figure appeared faintly in the rain curtain.

Su Mian was stunned for a moment, watching the man wearing a thin shirt, already soaked by the rain, his red hair drooping softly, and water droplets flowing along his brow bone into his deep eye sockets.

Si She was holding a courier box in his hand, which contained three small bell ornaments that had not been taken away.

"Why are you standing here?"

Su Mian stepped forward quickly. She pursed her lips, wiped the water droplets off his face with the sleeve of her sweater. Her fingertips touched his cheek, which was even colder than her hands.

Si She raised the box in his hand, "Waiting for you to vote."

"Waiting for me to vote, go inside and wait, why are you standing here, your clothes are all wet, don't you have a sweater? Why are you wearing a shirt."

Su Mian was frightened by his body temperature and chattered endlessly. Si She looked down at her, appreciating the girl's slightly changing facial expressions because of worry and anxiety.

"The sweater is washed..."

He didn't answer the previous question. When he raised his eyes, his eyes turned cold, sweeping across Meng Ziqi who was holding an umbrella for Su Mian.

Originally Meng Ziqi was not quite sure, but once he caught this look, he understood everything. He smiled helplessly, handed the umbrella to Su Mian speechlessly.

"Give it to him, I'll go vote first."

After saying that, he took a small bell and went upstairs.

Su Mian didn't notice anything wrong, took the umbrella and held it for Si She, and pulled him toward the first building.

"Landlord Miss, it's time to vote."

Si She reminded her falsely. Su Mian glared at him, "Go back and change your clothes first, I'll vote after you take a shower."

Saying that, she dragged him to the seventh floor.

Passing the fourth floor, Su Mian paused. The second line of the fourth floor appeared.

When she first came here, 4-1 only had the first line.

Borrowing the exquisite bones, temporarily imitating the joys and sorrows for a moment.

The second line is...

Hollow hall of people, from now on yin and yang share one floor.

The horizontal scroll is still four seasons of peace.

This is the ending, the final ending of the residents of this building, they all became "hollow cavities," that is, wax figures.

Su Mian withdrew her gaze and pulled Si She, whose eyes had left her, upstairs.

Si She opened the door, and the suitcase was finally put away. Two pieces of clothing were drying on the balcony, one of which was a sweater. Si She didn't lie, but this was not the reason why he stood stupidly in the rain.

Su Mian watched him go to the bedroom to get clothes, unable to figure out what kind of madness he was having. It couldn't be because Meng Ziqi held an umbrella for her, right?

Su Mian remembered the expression when Meng Ziqi gave her the umbrella just now, and suddenly fell silent.

The sound of water soon came from the bathroom, hitting the ground, together with the rainstorm, becoming a continuous white noise, and the light shone through the crack of the door.

The waiting time was quite boring. Su Mian subconsciously looked out the window and saw her own residence opposite at a glance, and an absurd idea arose.

She was peeping at Si She, would Si She sometimes peep at her too?

Otherwise, how would he know she was uncomfortable and come so timely.

Suddenly, the scene in the dream that day played in her mind again. She withdrew her gaze like an electric shock and rubbed her fingertips.

Forget it, none of it matters anymore.

A few minutes later, Si She finished his shower and opened the bathroom door. Moisture rushed out, and there was a faint scent of soap on his body.

A towel was draped over the shoulder of his black windbreaker, and the ends of his hair were still dripping.

Su Mian saw him take out a new coat, but he was only wearing a shirt just now, which confirmed her idea even more, and she couldn't help but laugh.

"Aren't you going to blow-dry your hair?"

"No hair dryer."

He walked in front of Su Mian, a large one standing there with hair still dripping, looking a bit pitiful.

Su Mian's eyes twitched, and she stood on tiptoe to wrap his hair with a towel.

Si She leaned close and lowered his head, and the scent of brandy and lemon soap instantly entered her nose.

"Then wrap your hair up, it will drip on your clothes."

Su Mian didn't like wrapping her hair when she was a child. She would shake it wherever she went after washing it. Later, she caught a cold and was lectured by her old mother. Since then, she has obediently wrapped her hair.

Si She's face was still too resistant. Although the style was very strange, like an Indian, it couldn't stop him from being handsome.

Su Mian couldn't help laughing. Si She didn't know what she was laughing at, but just stared at her and poked her face by the way.

"You smile very naturally now, better than the time you smiled with a photo frame in Vibens."

As soon as this sentence came out, Su Mian immediately put away her smile, her corners of her mouth tightened, and her earlobes were slightly pink.

"I'm going to vote, hurry up and dry your hair."

Saying that, she moved stiffly to the door, glanced at him secretly, and "clapped" the door shut.

Xiao Li's voting location was on the first floor, and three bells were hung on the water meter box, which meant that everyone except himself voted for him.

If the guess is correct, he also used props. At that time, Meng Ziqi said that Qiao Yinuo cast her votes and her own for herself. She must have been manipulated. The culprit was the fresh delivery software.