A room.

A bed.

No sofa.

Scream-

Wanqi Linmu pushed open the door.

Bang! Turn on the light.

The door shaft is aging, and the rusty groans/murs are groaning, and the old-fashioned chandeliers are blinking.

The gray iron room is more like a container, illuminated by an old chandelier, making it look like a classic shot in a horror movie.

Wanqi Linmu hugged his arms and sighed deeply. It was really suitable to transform it into a haunted house.

It’s purely natural, and there’s no need for “plastic surgery”, just repackaging it.

"Come in."

Wanqi Linmu used the tone of the owner: "It's a bit simple, just make do with it for one night."

"There is only one bed, no sofa, and the chairs are not rich."

"I'm naturally afraid of the cold. If I sleep in the bed, you'll be there..."

On the ground.

Luo Shen smiled and said before Wanqi Linmu finished speaking: "Then let's sleep on the bed together. The boss doesn't mind squeezing with me, right?"

Wanqi Linmu: "..." Mind.

After opening his mouth, Wanqi Linmu originally wanted to reject Luo Shen, but when facing Luo Shen's pair, his eyes were illuminated by the old-fashioned chandelier, and his heart suddenly pierced.

A feeling of compassion arose.

——Spring is here, and I can’t see anything.

Wanqi Linmu suddenly remembered a text from school...

This damn sympathy.

Wanqi Linmu suppressed his inexplicable heart-wrenching heart and comforted himself: It’s okay if he just wants to spend one night anyway.

Wanqi Linmu found Luo Shen's temporary clothes to change, which was the anniversary T-shirt of the Happy Cemetery.

The style is loose, just suitable for the tall figure of Luoshen.

If it weren't for this T-shirt, Wanqi Linmu wouldn't know if his clothes were suitable for Luo Shen, and they might look short and cramped.

Wanqi Linmu came out of the bathroom and looked up...

"Cough--!" I was almost choked to death by the water droplets dripping from my hair.

Luo Shen stood in front of him, and had already removed the rich man's windbreaker, shirt and suit pants, took off the valuable Patek Philippe perpetual calendar watch, and even took off his dark sunglasses.

Change into a Happy Cemetery anniversary T-shirt.

——wele home!

——Your private custom cemetery!

The bright printed characters are covered with Luogan's chest and back, and the design is old-fashioned, so it is better to dance the team uniform of the old man and the aunt who dances in the square dance.

However, Luo Shen is a clothes rack.

He has a tall figure and wide shoulders, which makes him feel very secure. He is not a white-kill chicken, but rather very well-informed.

The hair that was raised back on weekdays had been put down, and it was softly hanging in front of my eyes. The lights gave me face no longer flashed, reflecting Luo Shen's light-colored eyes.

It looks like a warm elder brother next door.

But his appearance is much better than his brother next door.

The night is quiet.

Wanqi Linmu is a freak, so he has always been alone. Although he has roommates who are sleeping in college, Wanqi Linmu is not very close to them.

It's the first time I'm sharing a bed with a "stranger".

This made Wanqi Linmu very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, this stranger is also a freak.

Just like myself...

Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-

The clock rang at twelve o'clock, and Cinderella's crystal shoes had fallen, but Wanqi Linmu was not asleep yet.

He had insomnia.

Wanqi Linmu turned over and gasped in the air.

Unexpectedly, he turned around and happened to meet Luo Chan's shallow eyes.

Luo Shen didn't fall asleep either?

Or...

Do blind people not close their eyes when they sleep?

Wanqi Linmu was a little curious for a moment and reached out to sway in front of Luo Shen.

Bang!

Without any accident, Luo Shenyi held the palm of his hand.

"It seems that the boss has lost insomnia." Luo Shen did not fall asleep and spoke gently.

The two of them lay quietly, listening to the sound of the clock and needles flowing, Wanqi Linmu said casually: "What is the Wuqi clan...?"

He just asked casually, but he didn't expect Luo to really answer him when he attended the meeting.

But Luo Shen spoke: "It's just some people who live by craftsmanship."

"craft?"

Luo Shen's voice is gentle, low and pleasant, as if it is the most beautiful lullaby.

"A long time ago, the Wuqi people survived by craftsmanship, built tombs and designed institutions for generations, and also had a number of branches. Because of their understanding of tombs, they became the masters who fell into tombs and cracked the institutions."

A low voice, like hypnosis.

Wanqi Linmu was a little sleepy and murmured: "What about you, which one?"

Luo Shen shook his head: "I don't remember."

Too long, I don't remember...

Luo Shen couldn't remember what happened before, just like every patient with retrograde amnesia, the past was extremely strange to him.

Living in this huge world...

Small, and eternal.

Don't know where it was born;

I don't know when I will die;

Even, I don’t know when I will forget it.

Just like forgetting the past, forgetting the present...

"The only thing I can remember," Luo Shen said lightly: "is to find someone..."

A person who doesn't know what name it is;

People who don't know what they look like;

I don't even know what this person has to do with him.

"Finish him and tell him..." Luo Shen said: "I didn't lie to him."

No……

Lie to him?

Wanqi Linmu was so sleepy that he didn't hear Luo Chan's last words clearly and what did he mean to not lie to him?

Or did you hear it yourself?

In a daze, Wanqi Linmu fell into his dream...

There was thick fog around.

Wet, cold and haze.

A ball of thick fog swept across, rushing towards the face, and whistling.

The wet and cold breath squeezed the breath, like a rope, tightly tying the throat.

Depressed, but cramped.
To be continued...