When Park Xiu-jin saw the middle-aged woman's mouth, the whole person almost stepped back. Fortunately, she was too courageous to retreat her eyes. In order to conceal her reaction, she turned her head and translated it with a mobile phone. For middle-aged women: [Is it ok? 】

The middle-aged woman looked numb, and she nodded. Then she picked up a jar of wine at the front desk, held it in her chest, picked up the curtain, and walked into the backyard.

Park Xiu-jin took back the sight of her back and turned to the rest of the reincarnation. She wrote a pen in her own task book in English: [She promised. 】

[But when we talked, I noticed her mouth... It seems that there is no tongue. 】

At the time of writing this line, Park Xiu-jin sighed out his tongue and licked his lips, and ate some lipstick.

Shimizu picked up his pen. For these reincarnations, the carrying of the pen has become a daily life because of the existence of the task book. He also wrote a blank sheet of paper and wrote: [Since she promised us can live, we will Staying here, you can slowly explore the news of the town. 】

Lance looked at Pu Xiujin and wrote a line of words. His writing is very beautiful. It is the kind of elegant flower English: [Without the tongue, will it be related to the person in the cg? Anyone who speaks, will be taken away by the tongue... 】

Shimizu: [Maybe, but she is still alive... The price of breaking taboos is not fatal? 】

They were surrounded by a round table in the hotel lobby, and the table was covered with white paper full of handwriting.

Thai did not participate in their discussion. The taciturn Thai was standing at the door and looking out of the hotel.

Xiao Li stood opposite him, two people like two door gods, one left and one right.

Tai Chang was not handsome, but his edges and corners were clear. He looked up at Xiao Li, who had looked at it. There was no movement, and the pupils suddenly shrank and condensed in a family opposite the hotel.

The wooden door over there opened a slit, and a figure was secretly peeking at them. When I saw Thai looking at it, I hurriedly closed the door.

Tai looked back at the quiet, and he took out the pen and walked to the family.

Xiao Li leaned against the door and looked at the back of Thailand for a while, and the black scorpion glowed under the sunlight of the day. He wanted to vent for a while to blow the sea breeze, but eventually he followed.

The wooden door is very old, it is a kind of wooden board with a gap in the middle, and there are barbs on it.

Thai tore off the next page, wrote a sentence, and stuffed it into the door.

The figure inside moved, "he" or "she" picked up the note, and then the door was silent for a moment, and another piece of paper was stuffed back.

The Thai baht took a look, the above is a big paragraph, because of the rush of writing, the writing is very scribble: [Don't come to me, I just want to tell you not to live in that hotel, because the boss over there, has long since died! 】

[The boss husband over there died early, was a widow, and lived with her daughter. Three years ago, her daughter died unexpectedly because of something. She was too sad when she was at the funeral. She left in a few days and the hotel was vacant. Everyone in the town knows that only foreigners will see her activities in the hotel when they come to the town. 】

[Do not believe that you can look at it, the hotel has not been cleaned in recent years, dirty to die. 】

Xiao Li looked at the note, and he frowned slightly, seeing half of the face through the gap in the wooden door.

It belongs to an old man, the face of the old man with a face, the wrinkles at the end of the eye are very deep, and his eyes are awkward.

Xiao Li put his hand on the door, pushed the door to push the door, the door did not move, the face at the door was frightened and turned and walked into the room.

Outside the wooden door, Tai was silent for a moment full of Chinese-style paper. Xiao Li took the spirit of helping others and brought him back to the hotel for translation.

Shimizu and others looked at the latest information, even if it was him, his hand could not help but shake.

Park Xiu-jin wrote a sentence on his own book: [There is an old saying in China that is rather credible and not credible. 】

Lance asked: [Where do we live? 】

[Go to other people's home and try it out...]

[Can't make a sound, how can someone go in as long as the door is locked? 】

Shimizu was frowning, and worried about the next residence. He felt that there was someone behind him - he immediately turned around and found that it was the hotel owner!

The boss walked like a cat, quietly, and several of the reincarnations were facing the backyard, but they did not find her.

The hotel owner stared at the note in a weird look, and the water was so quick that he took the note into his hand and smiled at the boss.

The boss ignored him. She went to the front desk, pulled out the pen from under the table, and wrote a paragraph. Then she threw the paper into the clear water and walked back to the backyard.

Shimizu unfolded and saw that the above is also a big paragraph:

[Have you seen the old man? 】

[Oh, that's good, it means that you have a relationship with him. After all, he has been dead for three years. 】

The Chinese language of Shimizu is not bad. Japan and China are similar. He once studied in college. When he read this, cold sweat came out.

[Does he advise you to move? I don't stop, you want to move, you don't stupid to live in his home, it's your own business, I can't control it. Just in the heart of being a parent, I discourage one sentence. 】

[The old man did not marry his wife for life. One day three years ago, he fell at home, no one helped, and he passed away. The funeral was organized by neighbors. But what is terrible is that when there are outsiders coming, he often said that we are ghosts, it is funny enough. 】

Two people, two kinds of sayings.

This is simply...thinking.

Shimizu translated the note and placed it in the middle of the table.

Xiao Li was a bit interested. He stood at the edge of the edge, looked up at the backyard, touched his stomach, and walked out from the hotel entrance.

His footsteps were light, and almost no one noticed that except for ak47, he did not say anything.

Qingshui wrote: [How do you think, who do you believe? 】

[This reminds me of a story I have read,] Park Xiu-jin clenched the pen. [It’s about a couple who took part in a mountaineering team to go to the snow-capped mountains and encountered an avalanche in the middle. The girls and others were gone, she found a cave to rest. The team members of the halfway climber found her and said that her boyfriend was unfortunately killed, leaving them only to let her go with them. The girl just wanted to go, but her boyfriend appeared on the other side, loudly told her that other climbers were dead, leaving him alone, let the girls run away. 】

Lance untied his shirt and pulled a cross necklace from his neck. He clenched the cross, sensed for a moment, shrugged his head and shook his head.

This Asian spirituality is the type of copy he hates most. He does not sense the devil's breath.

[... vote to decide. 】 Shimizu wrote two choices of "believing the elderly" and "believing the boss" on paper.

No one has voted yet.

The tip of the clear water is below the former, and the ink is dropped in the latter.

Time passed by, and I don’t know how long it took, and Shimizu made a check under the latter.

He just finished this role model and extended a hand from the side. Xiao Li took the pen in his hand directly and wrote a third option next to these two choices: "I don't believe it."

The water slammed a bit and looked up at Xiao Li. From this point of view, it made the water more smashed.

The black-haired teenager in front of him not only took the pen, but also grabbed a peach that didn't know where to get it from the other hand - Xiao Lichong raised the peach in his hand to show his friendship.

Shimizu: [.........Sherlock, are you? 】

Xiao Li took the peach in the left hand and wrote the right hand quickly: [I just went shopping around. 】

Clear water:? ? ?

Also stole a peach? !

Xiao Li wrote: [Peach is just a gift from the house. If you want it, there is also there. 】

Shimizu is really sincere, and he has not continued to write, Xiao Li has continued: [Do you want to ask me how to know? Very simple, your eyes betrayed your doubts. 】

Clear water: [...............]

In the empty space of the clear water, Lance took over his heavy load.

[Sherlock, you just said... house? 】

[There is an old house in the south. When I went to find food, I found it, no one lived, it was abandoned, we can live there. 】 Xiao Li nodded.

Park Xiu-jin reveals a complex look. She rolls her hair with her hand and is just a beautiful ponytail: [... true fake? 】

She couldn't imagine someone going out for a trip and bringing back such a large amount of information? !

Xiao Li made a gesture of "please go see it": [Go out and turn right, go straight, turn left, see a peach tree, the house on the edge of the peach tree. 】

Qingshui swallowed a mouthful of water, and finally felt his own scorpion. He asked under the words of Xiao Li: [You are... how to find out? 】

[To listen to the truth? Xiao Li took a bite of a peach. [I met a man who stood outside the wall of the house and picked peaches from the fruit trees inside. He brought a basket of peaches back to him. I want to ask him to buy some food, but he does not open the door, I put a note and asked him. 】

[He will give it to you? 】

[No, I said that I paid for it. He let me roll. I also wrote a piece of paper, "The outsider is going to die." I said that I would throw the mobile phone's timed alarm clock into his yard. He gave it to me. By the way, I wrote a small note telling me that the house was empty and no one lived. 】

Reincarnation: [.........]

Don't ask, ask is to violence, simple and rude.

Clear water reveals a complex look.

[Then I went there and slid around, it was empty. 】

Shimizu: [We... go see? 】

No one objected, they stood up, carefully not meeting the tables and chairs, and walked out of the hotel.

Xiao Li walked the slowest, he was going to eat this peach and go again - he ate very little, his lips were dampened with peach juice, and it was very tender.

The small yellow book he placed on the table made a slight earthquake: [What are you thinking about? 】

Xiao Li took a bite of peach juice, but he was leisurely: [How can I not think about living. 】

Xiao Huang Ben: [Do you know what I was thinking when I was free? 】

Xiao Li took another bite of a peach and didn't take a seat.

Xiao Huangben said: [Think of the people I like. 】

[His hair and twilight are very dark, like a starry sky, but it feels soft. I don't like black very much, but it's not the same on him. 】

[His nose is very tall, I have wanted to bite a bit on his nose several times, but I am afraid that I will be bitten. There are also lips, his lips are very nice, very suitable for kissing. 】

Xiao Huangben’s words have a bit of awkward meaning: [especially when it is wet. 】

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