Dadong has been on duty for a long time and has solved many small cages. His ranking on the famous chart is not too low, at least a few higher than Zhou Xu's mother Zhang Biling, who is becoming increasingly marginalized.

But he is actually not calm or courageous.

Every time he goes into the cage and encounters certain situations, he still panics. The only thing he has gotten better and better with is his superficial acting skills.

Fortunately, he has never been on duty alone. Every time he enters the cage, he is followed by a mouse or another partner.

As long as his partner is around, he is still a tough guy.

Dadong silently took back his right hand, took a deep breath, and then raised his shoulder. The hand that Mouse was holding moved accordingly, and asked him quietly: "Why are you raising your shoulder?"

"Oh, it's okay." Upon hearing that the person was still there, Dadong's soul returned to him. Even if his hand was being held by "the person", it wasn't that scary anymore. He also whispered: "I'll try to see if you're scared."

"What do I have to be afraid of?" There was Dadong in front of the mouse and Lao Mao behind him. There was really nothing to be afraid of. He asked back: "Don't be afraid of yourself, right?"

Dadong spat at him: "I didn't tell you because I was afraid of scaring you. I have to stand first. If we had changed places, you would probably be out of breath right now."

The mouse was used to the force of the black leather, so he said speechlessly: "Let the cowhide rest for a while before blowing."

"By the way, are everyone else still there?" Dadong raised his tone again and asked at a volume that everyone could hear.

This is actually a typical act of embarrassment, but for the sake of the Zhang family's face, the rat did not expose him.

Zhou Xu, Xia Qiao and Sun Siqi were all honest children, and they responded one after another, which was very honorable.

Dadong asked again: "Where are the people behind?"

As he finished speaking, he heard two muffled coughs.

It is well known that Xie Wen is a sick man.

Regarding his sickly constitution, there are two theories circulating among families.

One theory is that his spirit is unstable and his soul is unstable, so he is physically weak.

There is also a saying that his karma is too heavy and he is destined to suffer from great evils. His body is destined to suffer from chronic ailments and all kinds of problems, big and small. Such a person is the most unsuitable person to enter the cage. Every time he enters, he spends a lot of energy and effort, and only comes out.

It will be worse.

Dadong thought about the fact that they were in a cage right now, and felt that Xie Wen was really a bad star.

"Okay, follow me closely. If I get lost, I won't be able to find you anywhere." Dadong said after coughing.

They were probably still in the corridor. Because of the pitch darkness, they didn't dare to raise their feet too high. They just scraped the ground while walking, making a dragging sound.

Along with the echo of the words, the space seemed deep and silent, and the gloomy atmosphere became even heavier.

Probably because of this, after Dadong finished speaking, no one else spoke. There were only slow footsteps in the corridor. The more you heard them, the more you heard them, and you didn't even think they were coming from you.

Wenshi was ranked second to last and followed the team forward. But his attention was not on the footsteps, but on the hand on his shoulder.

In fact, when Xia Qiao was scared in the past, he would hold on to him and not let go. He just thought there was a weight hanging on his body, and he had no other feeling except that it was a little heavier.

But this time it's different.

Xie Wen's hand was obviously not heavy, it was just holding his hand normally, but his presence was very strong.

When he smelled it, he could feel the cool body temperature of the person behind him, seeping through a thin layer of T-shirt fabric. He could also feel Xie Wen's slightly curved fingers, thin and long, with his knuckles pressed against his shoulder bones.

The touch was so subtle that I squinted my eyes in the dark when I smelled it.

He thought that he was still not used to skin-to-skin contact with people for long periods of time. It was a bit... too close.

For a moment, he wanted to move his shoulders to loosen Xie Wen's hand and make the subtle feeling less intense. But in the end, he didn't move anything.

Maybe it was because the corridor was too dark and the surroundings were too quiet. He let the person behind him hold his shoulders.

There were a few more low coughs coming from behind, just like Xie Wen usually did, it was deep in his throat and a bit stuffy.

When I heard it, I lowered my eyes and listened without stopping.

After taking two more steps, he suddenly stopped!

Because the hand on his shoulder didn't move at all...

Xie Wen kept coughing muffledly, but the hand holding him didn't even tremble at all.

It's as if the hand and the body are separated and not connected.

Or maybe even the voice is fake.

When I heard this, I frowned and grabbed "Xie Wen's" hand, but it was empty.

The touch on his shoulder disappeared the moment he reacted, and the coughing stopped abruptly.

"Thank you for asking?" He shouted at the top of his voice.

There was no response except his own echo.

There was nothing behind him, as if no one had ever stood there to thank him. The thought that flashed through his mind made him feel a little uncomfortable, and he froze in place for a moment.

Then he realized something: he had let go and stopped, but Sun Siqi and the others in front of him didn't notice at all.

The footsteps disappeared at some point, and the corridor was completely silent.

Suddenly, I heard a "squeak" sound coming from behind, like someone opening an old door.

…

Dadong was still being held by that cold hand. He thought to himself how damn long the corridor was, and comforted himself by saying, "The rat is still hanging on to me, it's okay."

In order to confirm the other party's existence, he would almost call out: "Mouse?" every few steps he took.

Then the mouse will reply: "Here he is."

After an unknown amount of time passed, Dadong couldn't help but said: "My feet are sore from walking. It's not even over yet, and there's no other movement. This cage can't just keep walking like this. It's going to last ten days and a half."

Are you going to consume us alive? What do you think will happen if I let go of a puppet at this time?"

The mouse's voice sounded faintly again: "Here he is."

Dadong: "..."

It's really hard to describe what I felt at that moment.

Dadong felt as if his Tian Ling Gai had been split open, and cold sweat ran down his numb scalp.

He wanted to call someone else, but his throat seemed to be stuck with chicken feathers and he couldn't squeeze out a word. He froze in place, not daring to move.

One second he felt that the hand on his shoulder was a spiritual comfort, but the next second he felt that the thing probably didn't want him to die!

It took him a lot of effort to regain consciousness.

The cotton thread in his right hand was tangled in a mess. Dadong hurriedly pulled it a few times, then suddenly threw the thread out.

The other end of the line seemed to have a spirit, and it whipped around the corridor with strong force, whistling in the wind, and crackling against the wall, which sounded stronger than a whip.

Soon, his hand was empty, the thing holding him disappeared, and the "mouse" that was riding him was gone.

Dadong swept the puppet string randomly until his fingers were sore, and then he stopped with a vigilant face.

At this point, he was finally sure that there was no one in the corridor except him.

The few who followed have long since disappeared.

He squeezed the thread in his hand tightly, panting on the spot. Just as he was debating whether to continue walking or stand still, he heard a "squeak" in the dead silence.

A door opened.

Dadong was startled and pricked his ears to confirm the direction of the door.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept from the back of my neck...

Like human breathing.

Damn it.

Dadong cursed in his heart, and just as he was about to turn around, he was pushed hard by a pair of hands!

He lost his balance and staggered forward several steps.

The next second, there was a "bang" sound behind him! The door was closed behind him - he was pushed into a room.

A timid person would have cried on the spot.

I'm okay, Dadong swallowed and comforted himself.

It's easy for him to show his true colors when he's alone, so he has to hold himself steady.

Dadong maintained the posture he had just stood up after stumbling, half hunched over, holding the thread in his hands, and moved back little by little, trying to move to the wall, where he would at least have a sense of security.

However, as soon as he took a few steps back, he felt he touched a body...

At the same time, there was a sudden soft buzzing sound above the head, like a sound caused by a bad contact of an old-fashioned light bulb. Then, there were several flashes in the room.

Dadong turned around in the flash and saw the figure standing behind him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh-"

He bounced up as if he had touched a switch, causing the effect of a person running away in all directions.

The light bulb finally turned on normally, illuminating the room with a cold white light. A voice cut into Dadong's scream: "Shut up, don't scream."

Dadong was delayed, and it took him a while to realize that the voice did not sound like a ghost.
To be continued...