18th day 8 poisonous nest

  I'm not a particularly clever person, but years of writing have made me someone with extremely rich imagination and diverse knowledge. In an instant, I associated that bag of strange salt with drugs.

  A black shop, a poisonous nest, a group of college students with an evil past.

  The murderer who can't be caught, the evil spirit that can't be touched, the curse that can't be seen.

  I think I can still live for more than ten days is really a miracle.

  My curse seems to be fulfilled without me having to pay much attention to it.

  But that damn ticking sound is still there, it has been echoing in my mind all along.

  Drip, drip, drip.

  I know I don't have much time left, but is it necessary for this to keep ringing nonstop?

  The ticking in my mind was like a broken alarm clock that wouldn't stop ringing, my eyes were bloodshot, and the surroundings were filled with dizzying lights. I didn't know where these lights came from, but I felt fireworks exploding in my brain, everywhere was filled with colorful lights.

  I have never been so excited, the ticking sound in my mind is monotonous, but it feels like a symphony to me, I don't know where I am.

  I saw a red shadow appear in front of me, and a thought flashed through my mind - could this be the Red Lady Ghost? Then her face floated before my eyes. I saw half of her face, with wet hair hanging down, and I saw her blood-red pupils. Strangely, I wasn't afraid.

  I don't know why I wasn't scared, but I felt myself laughing foolishly.

  My mind has lost the concept of reality and fantasy, the fireworks bursting out of my neurons make me feel very cool and silly.

  A red figure flashed before my eyes, she handed me a bottle of water. Yes, I clearly knew it was a bottle of water because at that moment I was very thirsty.

  What kind of water is that?

  I don't know.

  Is it the water of the White River?

  As I thought of this, I suddenly saw that there was still water grass in the water in the bottle, and the water grass was shaking horizontally. A red-clothed woman was tied up in the water grass, then the red-clothed woman stretched out her hand and suddenly grabbed the ankle of the little boy.

  No, I have to save that little boy.

  I was drinking water desperately, but my stomach and mouth were too small compared to the White River. The little boy struggled non-stop, kicking at the red-clad woman's wrist, but her hand held him firmly with no signs of loosening its grip.

  After drinking the water, I felt a lot better, and the fire inside my body dissipated. I gradually lost consciousness, and when I woke up, I found myself lying in bed.

  On one's own bed.

  I don't even know when I came back, there was no one in my room, I felt dry and thirsty, my head was splitting, the water in my body seemed to have evaporated by half, I got up, without thinking, poured out the water from the thermos, and almost scalded my tongue.

  But I was really thirsty, so I endured the pain and drank the water. In my delirium, it seemed like I had drunk water, but there were no mineral water bottles left in the room. It's just like when people want to pee, they always look for a toilet - whatever you want will be reflected in your dreams.

  As soon as I mention going to the toilet, I feel a certain need. I went downstairs and found a place outside to pee. Men are convenient in this way, they can do it anytime and anywhere.

  Outside was still misty with fine rain. I returned to the inn and found that only the dwarf was sitting at the front desk reading a book, while everyone else had disappeared.

  I'm feeling very hungry, I went over and said, have you eaten yet?

  The dwarf looked up at me and said, "You're talking about lunch? You've already eaten early, didn't you sleep with a fever? Your female companion helped you cook, right?"

  I let out an "oh" and then asked, what time is it now?

  Dwarf said, it's almost dinner time, you have something to say, if not, don't just chat here, I'm not in the mood to fool around with you.

  The dwarf has never been friendly to me, I'm used to it. I smiled awkwardly and went upstairs, knocked on Xia'ai's door. Xia'ai said, "You're awake, hurry up and eat."

  I walked in and said to Xia Ai, how did I suddenly fall asleep?

  Xiao Ai said, I don't know either. You were in my room and suddenly yawned continuously, then said you were going back to your room to sleep. Then I went to see you a few times, and you were all in a very strange state, I didn't know if you were asleep or not. You said... is it... that thing was really that thing.

  Xiao Ai's voice was very low, I just remembered that bag of salt, I said in a low voice, where is it?

  Xiao Ai said, you threw it into the drawer, I didn't dare move.

  I grunted, then took it out and stuffed it into my pants pocket, ran back to the room, no matter how I put it, I felt unsafe, but this thing was evidence, throwing it away would be a waste, in the end, I had no choice, I poured all the salt into the thermos, mixed with the half bottle of hot water inside.

  Then I cut the bag into strips and put them in my pocket, went downstairs, and that dwarf was still at the door.

  The dwarf looked at me and said, "How did you come down again?"

  I said, the rice is cold, can you go to the kitchen and find something for me to eat?

  He saw me heading to the kitchen, he stood up and followed me, saying that the kitchen is a forbidden place, no one can go there, it's Ma Tiancheng's sacred place, if others enter, he will get angry. Besides, just bear with it for a bit, dinner is almost ready.

  I said, I'm starving, do you have any cigarettes? I'll smoke one.

  Dwarf said, you still smoke?

  I say, people are almost dying, still afraid of getting cancer. I've thought it through, if I can really get out alive, I won't miss a single pleasure - eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, smoking. Life is so short, and there are so many unexpected things, we should live a carefree life.

  The dwarf saw me walking in and said, "Smoking is at the front desk, come here to smoke."

  I knew he wouldn't let me into the kitchen, so I followed him out. He tossed out a cigarette and I lit it up for myself and handed one to him, saying "Let's go outside and have a smoke, get some fresh air. It's stifling in here."

  The dwarf said, you want to go out and go out, I am not going out, this ghost weather, the rain does not know when to stop.

  I let out a sigh and slowly walked out, walking to a corner where no one could see me, squatting down, pretending to smoke, but actually shoving the salt bag from my pants into the mud, then standing up and using my foot to push it in. The outside was all muddy, so now both my hands and feet were muddy, I walked a few steps, then intentionally let out a loud "aiyo" and fell to the ground.

  The dwarf heard the sound and poked his head out to see my miserable state, laughing inside. When I returned in disarray, he said, "Look at how clumsy you are."

  I smiled awkwardly, it was indeed a lot of trouble for a package wrapper, but if this thing is really poisonous, then it's a deadly business, so it's better to be careful.

  At this moment, I have to re-examine this inn. It's unreasonable to open an inn in such a desolate village. However, the dwarves previously gave me a reason that sounded plausible - two people trying to make a quick buck by doing business without any capital. But now, looking at the geographical location, there are no signs of human habitation here, and the people from Qinghe Town are extremely wary of this place, even the police avoid it by three feet.

  Isn't this an ideal place for organized crime?

  There was a large bucket full of salt in this inn, and when I turned over the salt at that time, I didn't pay attention to it. Now thinking about it, it's said that this village inn is deserted and not many people come, nor is it a high-end hotel with a lot of traffic every day, do you need so much salt?

  So here is...

  A transaction place for a drug trafficking group?

  We have raided a secret drug den?

  Is our murder case just a means for others to silence us?

  No, murder cases should have nothing to do with them, at least I hope they have nothing to do with them.

  Making money from drugs isn't about killing people, they'd definitely prefer to keep a low profile. This place is so remote that even the police don't come here, it's a rare haven for them. The commotion caused by murder is definitely not what they want.

  So the murderer is still one of the students?

  I breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't them, then they wouldn't have to silence everyone. The next thing to think about was how to escape from this place, and this inn was probably more treacherous than the desolate mountains outside.

  I lost a bag of drugs. Although I don't know its value, they will definitely not let it go and will eventually find me.

  Just then, Juju suddenly shouted at me and I was startled. When I turned around, Juju said, "What's wrong with you? Why don't you change your clothes?"

  I let out a sound and said I didn't see anything, just felt that this inn was kind of scary.

  "Stop thinking about it," said the dwarf. "It's fate, and there's no use in speculating. Hurry up and go, don't disturb me from reading."

  Honestly, I don't want to stay in these places for too long either.

  I was in a strange daze before, and I still feel dizzy now. The things around me will suddenly twist a little in the corner of my eye, this stuff is too strong, although I only touched a bit, it makes me feel uncomfortable all over, which makes me more certain about the drug inference.

  In short, everyone is now in a very dangerous situation.

  It was previously very dangerous, but after all, it's a theory of ghosts and gods. I always felt that it was somewhat fake, but now this danger comes from drug trafficking gangs, people are much more dangerous than ghosts.

  I turned and walked upwards, when suddenly a dwarf shouted at me.

  I turned around and saw his eyes shining with light, he said to me, you don't look too good.

  I said, I've been physically weak since childhood, and just now outside in the rain and scared, got a bit of a cold.

  The dwarf walked over, looked up at me and said, "Such big black eye circles."

  I haven't taken a good look at what I've become now. I said, I have a bit of a fever, and the cold from before has relapsed again.

  You look really bad, it looks like you're on drugs or something.

  In an instant, the lights in the inn flickered, and I stood there staring at the dwarf in front of me, his hands behind his back, I didn't know if he was holding any deadly weapons, my brain spinning like an overloaded machine.

  My answer will decide my life and death.

  This inn may really be my tomb.