——The female ghost’s hand was completely smaller than Lin Huai’s hand.

This realization made Lin Huai unable to help but stop the oar in his hand.

Without his assistance, the boat, which was originally traveling smoothly, circled on the lake.

The female ghost seemed not to be aware of Lin Huai's mental activities. She stood in front of the boat and rowed the boat boringly.

In stark contrast to her calm behavior, Lin Huai stood behind her with a chill in her back.

——Something is wrong.

——This is so wrong.

Palms, nails, size, rings... Lin Huai clearly remembered that among all the hands in the blood lake, there was no other woman's hand that matched all the characteristics related to it!

In order to save time for investigation, he naturally focused more on the hands of beautiful women, but...

It wasn't until that moment that he realized that the female ghost's hand was actually smaller than his own!

At the same time, the size of the hand corresponding to the scratches on the wall was actually the same size as his hand.

It was only at this moment that he remembered something that he had ignored from the beginning——

How come a woman's hand is the same size as a man's hand?

Although there are many women with extremely slender fingers in the world, from the perspective of big data, the average length and width of female palms are smaller than male palms. From the very beginning, if "Zhou Ying" is a female

If so, it would be impossible for her palm to almost completely overlap with Lin Huai's palm.

Until this moment, many details that Lin Huai had ignored came to light.

'I'm not young anymore, and you always say that I should find a girl of the same age to have children...'

'Even if you are...I still like you!'

The conversation the boy had with him outside the woodshed came to mind again. Previously, Lin Huai only thought that these words were an excuse for Zhou Ying to reject the boy's love. But now that he thought about it, every word was mysterious.

For girls of the same age, the focus is not on "being of the same age", but on "girls" and "having children".

'Even if you are...', the "even if" that the boy is concerned about is not the fact that Zhou Ying has a heart, or that he is a low-class actor, but Zhou Ying's identity as a man!

General You robbed the actor. To him, Zhou Ying was just a famous actor and a beautiful plaything. To General You, who was not taboo about meat and vegetables, it did not matter to him whether Zhou Ying was a boy or a girl.

difference.

But the scholar was enjoying Zhou Ying'ai's support with peace of mind, but he dared to keep saying "We will never get results" outside the coffin where Zhou Ying was buried alive, because...

Zhou Ying himself is a man!

'I am a man, not a concubine.'

The leisurely singing voice and the first words he spoke after entering this dreamland were intertwined in his mind.

The keywords in the dreams provided by "Zhou Ying" were deliberately concealed, and he had preconceptions about "Zhou Ying"'s identity because of the first three women.

identity...

All this caused him to completely misunderstand the gender of the other party!

It turns out that the final killing move of this copy is right here!

The female ghost was still rowing leisurely in front of her. Lin Huai stared at her back and fell silent.

After everything was thought through, the biggest tip of the Juzhuang dungeon, which he had originally ignored, also appeared in his mind.

That is the saying "hold your hand and grow old together with me."

On the surface, this poem is indeed closely related to the theme of this copy. This is the love language the scholar once said to Zhou Ying, and it was also the tumbling thoughts in Zhou Ying's head when he tore his hands and died in despair in the coffin.

's last sentence.

It is also a brief summary of the content of the fifth play in this copy - "Hold the Hand". However, after learning about Zhou Ying's identity as a man, Lin Huai suddenly realized the most profound meaning contained in this sentence.

hint.

Although nowadays, this poem is mostly used as a love language and promise between lovers. However, the real source of this poem is the "Drumming" chapter in "Bei Feng" in "The Book of Songs".

Beat the drums and boring them, and use the troops enthusiastically. I will march south alone on the city and canal of the Tu Kingdom.

From Sun Zi Zhong, Ping Chen and Song Dynasty. If I don't return, I will feel worried.

Love lives in love's place? Love loses its horse? Where to find it? Under the forest.

There is a broad agreement between life and death, and it is said to the child. Hold the hand of the child, and grow old together with the child.

Yes, this poem was not originally a love poem between a man and a woman, but an agreement between a pair of men and comrades-in-arms!

Just like "There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches, and my heart is happy for you, but you don't know it." This is also the expression of the boatman from the Yue people to the gentleman of Hubei. The sentence "holding my son's hand and growing old together with him" also implies it from the beginning.

…

Different from the story of Plum, Orchid and Bamboo, the story of "Chrysanthemum" takes place between a pair of men.

Zhou Ying's Hua Dan identity is the best cover for this story.

Therefore, in that lake of blood, what Lin Huai was originally looking for was not a pair of tortured, nailless woman's hands.

But a pair of... a man's hands without nails!

After he finally figured it all out, the oil lamp that had been placed beside him finally went out.

In the dark night, Lin Huai saw that the woman standing in front of him also threw the oar into the boat.

"Cluck, cluck, cluck..."

The sound of twisted bones and a weird, triumphant laughter came from the woman's split mouth.

Little by little, she slowly twisted her body back.

Their final conspiracy was successful!

Without the oil lamp, floating on the misty blood lake... this young man is their turtle in the urn!

The woman turned around little by little, and her saliva flowed along its chin and onto its body.

"Gurgling, gurgleing—"

However, when she turned around completely, noticed the cold aura of the person behind her, and met the blood-red eyes in the darkness, the female ghost fell silent.

Female ghost:…………

The female ghost and the red-clothed fierce ghost with full aura looked at each other for a moment, then suddenly turned back silently.

Just when Lin Huai was holding her chin, expecting a surprise (fright), the female ghost suddenly howled sharply.

--and.

In front of him, he jumped from the boat!

Lin Huai:……

The friendship between him and the female ghost just capsized!

Lin Huai tried hard to stabilize the boat. However, the female ghost, the boatman, could never come back.

She seemed to swim away quickly, and Lin Huai watched helplessly as she sank to the bottom of the water, causing ripples.

"This, this is..." He twitched the corners of his mouth, "It's so unprofessional."

He complained quietly.

With the help of Yin Tong, the dark surroundings became particularly clear in his eyes. Lin Huai grabbed two oars and continued rowing towards the place where his arms were gathered.

Red hand.

Green hands.

Big white hands.

After reaching the end and falling back again, Lin Huai finally found the only one left among all the arms that met the standard!

It was an extremely white hand, as slender as jade, with distinct knuckles.

However, this hand was covered in scars, and the fingertips that were supposed to be covered with nails had all been torn off. The fingertips were bloody and hideous, like a dying red-crowned crane.

It's him.

Lin Huai lowered his body and stretched out his hand to him.

However, before his fingers touched the opponent's hand, his wrist was already firmly grasped by that pale hand!

Lin Huai:??

He leaned back subconsciously, and his long black hair fell on the bright red costume and hung down to the side of the ship.

The blood lake that was originally peaceful suddenly turned into waves.

Among the blood-red and resentful ripples, a white-haired ghost finally poked his face out of the blood lake.

To be fair, he is indeed a rare and peerless beauty.

He was born with a pair of sleepy eyes, slender and lazy, with a cold temperament, and his blood-red pupils were filled with deep resentment and obsession. His waterfall-like white hair hung down from his head, floating in the blood-red water, like

A layer of snowflakes floating on a winter hot spring.
To be continued...