In the faint candlelight, I saw a small fox, dressed in orange fur, sitting upright in front of the desk, flipping through a book.
Its expression was so focused, sometimes sad and sometimes happy, and when it saw something interesting, it would show a smile on its face, its furry paws covering its mouth, and its beard shaking gently with this smile, that I almost thought it was a man and not a fox.
Suddenly, the candle flickered a few times, and the fox jerked up its head and looked at where I was standing, and I was so frightened that I stepped back, but my mouth was suddenly covered by a cold hand.
I turned around and found that the man standing behind me was my grandfather, and I couldn't help but be surprised and delighted, I threw myself into his arms, "Are you well?"
Already able to move around?
” My grandfather didn't answer, he touched my head, and there was a desolate smile on his wrinkled face.
There was a "bang" in the study, and I quickly turned around to find that the candles and the fox were gone, and the books were still neatly arranged as usual, as if it had just been a dream of mine.
"Did you see that fox just now?"
I turned my head to ask my grandfather, but I only saw the first snow falling from the sky, goose feather snowflakes falling on the ground, and soon accumulated a thick layer, on this white snow, a pair of footprints from near and far, slowly out of the yard, towards the boundless world.
The mother's cry floated from her grandfather's room, and she said, "Father, father, did you leave your daughter without even a word?"
” Jiang Xixi blinked his eyes, "So what you saw that night was your grandfather's soul?"
” "I guess so."
"What about the fox?"
Liu Xuzhu shook his head, "I don't know, I haven't seen it since, but when I heard you say it today, I wondered if this fox had anything to do with the secret under the bed." ” The two were talking, when they suddenly saw a familiar figure walking in front of the wine shop.
"Zhusheng," Jiang Xixi said as she looked at her hurried back, "Anyway, if it weren't for her yesterday, I wouldn't have known that Hu Zhun would have come back, and he might have been caught." ” "It was the bamboo fungus girl from the troupe who passed just now?"
Liu Xuzhu frowned.
"Who else but her."
"No, that troupe has already gone to Qingzhou City in the north two days ago, and I watched their convoy set off with my own eyes."
Hu Zhun pulled the stack of books off the shelves, and he stared at every crevice, every corner, but he couldn't find the broken comb.
"Green Warp."
He ran out of the house chanting the name, and despite the mud, he knelt down in the grass and groped his way to and fro, hoping to find the whereabouts of the comb here, as he had done last time.
"Hu Zhun" didn't find the comb, but there was a trembling voice floating behind him, Hu Zhun turned around, but he didn't see anything, only felt that his hair moved, as if something had fallen into his hair.
He reached out and grabbed the thing, and found that it was nothing more than a butterfly, so he sighed and tried to shake the butterfly off, but the butterfly's wings fluttered a few times, and landed on the tip of his nose again, as if looking at him, and let out a slight cry, "Hu Zhu" "You're calling me?"
Hu Zhun stared at the butterfly's head and antennae, and vaguely noticed that it had changed, it was becoming more and more like a woman, a woman who had been killed by herself a few days ago.
"Mirror?"
"You said you were going to take me away, why did you kill me, you didn't even have half a bone left."
The butterfly frantically flapped its wings and flew straight towards Hu Zhun's eyes, its shadow growing bigger and bigger in Hu Zhun's pitch-black pupils, becoming more and more hideous.
"Smack."
The two palms slapped together heavily, crushing the butterfly's body to pieces, Hu Zhun let out a sigh, and shook off the bloody and blurred thing in his hand in disgust, "Who let you break the green comb, it's really a pity to die." ” "Is a broken comb so important, and even kill people for it?"
A black shadow appeared in the doorway, she stood under a bouquet of flower branches, staring coldly at Hu Zhun, her hand grasping a wooden comb broken in two, the comb twisted restlessly, like two white and slender hands.
"You stole my comb?"
Hu Zhun stood up and looked at her, his eyes were once again shrouded in darkness, "Zhusheng, how much do you know about me?"
” Zhu Sheng laughed out loud, "I know that you killed someone, there is more than one, I can understand Jing'er's death, but what about Lu Qiao, why did your wife who kept saying that you want to love for a lifetime and never be separated died in your hands?"
” "I didn't mean to," Hu Zhun actually trembled from his hair to his toes in such a hot and humid weather, "that day she came back to get something, saying that she was dead to me, and wanted to be reconciled with me, no matter how much I asked, she wouldn't listen," he looked at the bamboo fungus, his eyes were full of green light, that light no longer belonged to a human being, but like some kind of animal, "I can't let her go, she will never come back if she leaves like this, without Lu Qiao, I can't continue to live, I can't stand it." ” "So you killed her, with that book?"
"I didn't kill her, how could I be willing to kill her, but, I can't control it anymore, Lu Qiao touched it to the ground when she was cleaning up, and the characters inside flew out, and they devoured her, leaving nothing, nothing left."
Hu Zhun's voice became more and more crazy, he suddenly turned his head, staring at the comb in Zhusheng's hand, "No, she's back, she still ties my hair every morning like before, she has forgiven me and promised that I will never leave again." ” "You mean this comb?"
Zhu Sheng looked at Hu Zhun coldly, and shook the two-petal comb in his hand.
"Give it back to me."
Zhu Sheng looked at the two green flames burning in his eyes, and his smile deepened, "Don't give it." ” "Give it to me."
Hu Zhun took another step forward and forced the bamboo fungus into the inner room.
"Pap" the comb fell to the ground, broken into several pieces, and even the teeth flew out, Zhusheng looked at Hu Zhun with a smile, and stepped on the broken comb fiercely, and pressed down over and over again, hard, and hard......
"It hurts, official, it hurts ......"
A stream of blood with a fishy smell actually flowed out from under Zhusheng's shoes, as if she was stepping on not a comb, but a green and thin white finger.
With a "Teng", a cloud of dust rose from under the bed, and in this hazy gray smoke, a big black book rushed out, and it roared, like an army ready to go, flying into Hu Zhun's hand in an instant.