The sarcastic opera on the TV was really gloomy, and Xia Qiao couldn't stand it, so he grabbed the remote control and adjusted the channel.

He thought Lu Wenjuan was just talking, after all, the TV didn't look normal no matter how you looked, and he didn't expect that he actually changed his station.

However, there was a rustling snow pattern in the gap between the change of the channel, and the sudden sound attracted the attention of several others.

"I'll give it a try." Xia Qiao felt that his actions were a little stupid and explained embarrassedly.

The newly changed channel is no longer an opera, but a TV series. The characters' faces are still hard to see clearly. They are the whiteness after being exposed, or are still very ghostly, but at least they are more normal than performing.

The TV is quite lively, although the face is blurry, you can see the outlines and movements.

It should be a family drama. Several people were sitting around the dining table chatting, and another person came over with two plates and shouted with a smile: "The hot dumplings are here!"

"Dumplings?" The person at the table helped take the plate, "This is too troublesome to you."

"Well, why are you polite? It's not my contract, it's from Uncle Wu." The man wiped his hands and sat down at the dining table. He pointed to two plates and said, "Come on, taste it, there's a lot of money."

"What's the lottery?" Two of them moved their chopsticks and picked up a dumpling.

"It is possible that you can get the money."

"money?"

Both of them took a bite of the dumplings.

"What a pity, I'm from fennel and I don't have money. What about you?"

"Me too."

"It's okay, two plates are all there, I'm just filling," said the person who brought the dumplings with a smile. He turned his head and looked at the other corner of the table, where there seemed to be a girl with long hair, sitting reserved and elegantly, without moving her chopsticks.

"What's wrong? Isn't it suitable for my appetite? Eat it." He enthusiastically pushed the bowls and chopsticks in front of the girl.

But the girl waved her hand and declined with a smile: "I ate some snacks in the afternoon and am not hungry yet."

"Snacks are snacks, how can you not eat a regular meal?"

"I can't eat it anymore," said the girl.

"Eat one," the man continued to persuade.

But no matter what he said, the girl never moved her chopsticks.

"Oh, okay." The man finally sighed and said unfortunately: "The dumplings are very fragrant, and Uncle Wu is very skilled. It would be a pity not to eat them."

He smacked his lips, shook his head for a moment, and repeated: "It's a pity not to eat it."

I don’t know what the theme of this TV series is, but the table is lively, but there is an indescribable weirdness.

Xia Qiao originally wanted to change the station and ignored it, but he was always attracted by the voices of those people. He couldn't help but glance at it a few times, and before he knew it, he actually looked carefully.

The people went to bed after eating the dumplings, and the screen quickly became dark.

Xia Qiao was about to withdraw his gaze from the TV, but suddenly the screen flashed a few times and the camera switched to the bedroom.

The girl with long hair curled up in the quilt and was sleeping soundly, but a figure came to her bed quietly. The girl turned over without any sense of consciousness, and then the figure in front of the bed raised her hands high, with an axe in her hand.

He waved hard at the girl's neck.

"Damn!" Xia Qiao jumped in fear and almost bounced off the sofa.

Wen Shi also saw that scene and frowned. The TV screen was soon splattered with blood. I couldn't see people clearly, and I could only hear the blunt sound of the axe chopping things one after another.

"If you can't stand it, just change it." Xie Wen reminded.

Xia Qiao hurriedly grabbed the remote control and quickly pressed the next channel. As a result, this time, there was nothing on the TV, only a large area of ​​noisy snowflakes rustling.

He changed several times in a row, all of which were the result. It seemed that the entire TV only had two channels, one sang opera and the other acted in horror movies.

Xia Qiao almost threw away the remote control.

"What a baby." Xie Wen commented.

Wen Shi took the remote control from Xia Qiao and turned off the unlucky TV directly.

The screen darkened and the room was completely cleaned.

Then he turned to Xie Wen and said, "Let's figure out what kind of cage this is first. Don't you know her parents?"

Xie asked: "You said Lu Wenjuan?"

Wen Shi: "Well. Does this name really look from the grave?"

"No, I heard that said to the old man." Xie Wen said.

"???" Xia Qiao looked at Lao Mao angrily and aggrievedly, but Lao Mao said: "The difference is actually not big, it's all the same thing anyway."

Xie Wen followed Lao Mao's words: "Her parents mentioned that the eldest daughter Lu Wenjuan passed away very early."

When I heard it, "What's the reason?"

Xie asked: "I said I drowned. I made an appointment with my friend to go swimming in the river during the holiday. I don't know which river is specific. It shouldn't be nearby. It is said that it took a lot of effort to get it back."

"Drowned..." Wen Shi pondered for a long time.

This way of death is not uncommon, and it will leave a cage, either because you can't let go of something, or the reason for drowning is too uneasy.

Such people will have some intentions related to water in the cage. But at present, except for the rain all the time, there is really nothing related to water in the cage.

"Let's take a look." Xie Wen said.

If you didn’t know the situation in advance, it would be difficult to judge the size of the cage just after entering it.

Maybe the whole story is very simple. Just like the cage of Shenqiao or Wangquan Road, you can find the key points and solve them in just a few seconds. Maybe it is even more circumsential than the Sanmi Dian.

After a while, Lu Wenjuan came back after finishing her work. She unscrewed the door, looked into the room, and said in surprise: "Is the TV turned off? Don't you watch it?"

Who dares to see it! Xia Qiao thought with lingering fear.

Xie Wen said to her, "They were just about to help you."

This was too blind, but Lu Wenjuan actually believed it. She smiled and waved her hand and said, "You are so polite. How can you let you go into the kitchen? That's not the reason."

She said, pointing to the hall and said, "The dining table is outside. Since you don't want to watch TV, you can come out. The bowls and chopsticks have been set, so I'll just put a plate in it, soon."

To be honest, no one was expecting her hospitality. But Wen Shi and Xie Wen simply stood up and walked out the door one by one.

Lu Wenjuan smiled brightly and turned her eyes to the sofa.

Xia Qiao also jumped up quickly and pushed Lao Mao to hurriedly follow his brother and Boss Xie, not daring to stay for a moment.

The dining table is placed in the hall. The old-fashioned Eight Immortals table has a half-fading paint color, but it can still be seen that it is bright red when brand new, and the high-backed wooden chairs are also suitable for matching.

There were four sets of bowls and chopsticks neatly placed on the table. The bowl was a round bowl with blue pattern and the chopsticks were round wooden chopsticks with half a piece of red paint. A small ball of white rice was pressed into the bowl, and the chopsticks were inserted vertically into the tight rice grains.

At first glance, it is four sets of sacrifices.

Anyone who is a little timid can't sit still when he sees this. But except Xia Qiao, who is not a human, there is no timid at all.

So they quickly took their seats, then pulled the chopsticks out of the rice and put them aside.

The next moment, Lu Wenjuan came out of the kitchen with a disk in one hand.

At that moment, the few people on the table felt that this scene seemed familiar. Then, Lu Wenjuan said something more familiar to them-

She said: "The hot dumplings are here."

The two large discs were filled with white, bulging dumplings, scattered with the aroma of steamed pasta, and the heat just out of the pot.

It looks hot, but it makes people feel like falling into an ice cave.

"It's a bit heavy, can you help me?" Lu Wenjuan still bent her eyes and smiled, but the more she looked, the more weird she became.

When Wen Shi reached out to pick up the dumpling plate, she realized that the reason why she felt strange was that every time she smiled, the curves of her eyes and lips were always the same.

In other words, every time she smiled, it seemed like copying and pasting.

"The dumplings were delivered by Uncle Wu in the evening." Lu Wenjuan explained, "By the way, Uncle Wu is the village chief here. He is very kind and cooks even better, especially the dumplings. The thickness of the rolled skin is just right, it is very chewy when bitten, and the filling is fragrant. Every time he makes dumplings, he will send some from house to house. You are very coincidental!"

She put the plate among the crowd and said, "You must try it. He also added a lottery ticket. You can try it if you can eat it."

She said something more, and Xia Qiao's face turned paler. After she finished talking about this, Xia Qiao's face was already bloodless.

Perhaps he didn't give up, he asked Lu Wenjuan in a daze: "What's the lottery?"

Lu Wenjuan said: "One of them contains money."

Xia Qiao: "..."

For a moment, the whole hall was filled with silence...

"Eat it? The dumplings should be hot, and the taste will be wrong when they are cold." Lu Wenjuan urged enthusiastically.

Wen Shi and Xie Wen looked at each other, held the chopsticks, and picked one from the plate. Once they moved the chopsticks, Lao Mao was not polite, picked up a dumpling and bit it open on the spot, then said "Hmm" and said, "I don't have any money to eat."

When I smelled it, I bit it open and took a look. It was also fennel, and there was no so-called colored head.

"It seems that my luck is not very good." Xie Wen also said to Lu Wenjuan.

Seeing that they were eating simply, Lu Wenjuan was very happy. For a moment, her shoulders collapsed, as if she was relieved because of something.

She pushed the plate forward again and said, "It's okay, there's more, maybe the lottery is in the next one."

I ate very little when I smell it. Logically speaking, the fennel dumplings should have a strong taste, but the ones in front of me do not have the fennel flavor. To be precise, it seems that there is no smell, as light as chewy wax.

Xie Wen was also slow. Only Lao Mao ate very deliciously, snoring, as if he was not in a cage, but sitting on the second floor of Xiping Garden.

He was fast, and he killed one plate like a wind storm, and then stretched out chopsticks to the second plate.

Lu Wenjuan was stunned for something like him. But she quickly came to her senses and turned to look at Xia Qiao: "Why don't you move your chopsticks? Isn't it to your appetite?"

"It would be a pity if you don't eat such good dumplings..." Lu Wenjuan said exactly the same as on TV.

Xia Qiao was so angry that he heard it.

He almost wanted to say that he had no appetite, but suddenly he remembered the long-haired girl on TV who didn't eat dumplings and the blunt sound of chopping off the axe...

He immediately shuddered, and forked a dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth.

At this point, they finally realized that the TV was not a horror movie.

The horse-trapping movie was clearly a threatening movie.
Chapter completed!