Chapter 32
The sound of the wine bottle rolling became louder and louder...
Shen Nanzhi remembered one of the rules for using room D.
[Please do not open your eyes when you hear a cat meowing, and do not open your eyes when you hear any sound. 】
Similar rules for closing eyes include rules for using television. Practice has proved that that rule is wrong.
Shen Nanzhi carefully thought about this item in the rules of room D. It stands to reason that the first half of the sentence is a true subset of the second half, which is an inclusive relationship. The first half of the sentence seems cumbersome here, so the second half of the sentence may be false information added later.
The black pen held in his fingertips paused for a moment. Shen Nanzhi saw a wine bottle pass through the wall of the toilet and roll to the bedside. It suddenly exploded like a cannon. The fragments flew in all directions. Blood mixed with glass fragments dripped on the floor. Among the fragments There were also two bloody fingers.
In a blink of an eye, the ground returned to its original state, and the scene just now seemed like an illusion.
Shen Nanzhi unfolded the A4 paper, and in the floor plan she drew, her conjecture was confirmed. The spaces were indeed overlapping, so even if the master bedroom toilet and room C were opened, do not go in.
Shen Nanzhi looked at the timepiece and changed it to the actual time of 9:45 pm. She put the cat into the cat's bed and prepared to fall asleep.
The door rang, it was Zheng Shuyi. "Ayan, can I come in?"
"Come in."
Use the code to indicate that he does not need to ask his permission.
He changed into loose pajamas, but he looked thinner. He looked like there was only an empty skeleton under his skin, and he was holding a glass of warm water in his hand. "I think you're not feeling well today. Take some medicine."
Shen Nanzhi glanced at the words sodium bicarbonate tablets on the medicine box.
Sodium bicarbonate is an alkaline substance that can neutralize gastric acid and improve acidosis. So Jiang Yan has uremia? "After taking the medicine, rest assured and sleep."
Zheng Shuyi handed over the pills and stood aside to observe her taking them. As soon as Shen Nanzhi swallowed a sip of water, she raised her eyes and met his crescent-shaped smiling eyes.
Zheng Shuyi is a very unpredictable person.
"Okay, go to bed." He went out with the Nanzhi spit out the medicine pressed at the bottom of his tongue. In the real world, it must be sodium bicarbonate, but the weird copy might have some other effect.
In order to avoid misunderstanding, Shen Nanzhi turned off the lights and set an countdown while lying on the bed to ensure that she would get up on time at tomorrow.
Unexpectedly, she had a peaceful night and had a good sleep.
Zheng Shuyi was drawing on the coffee table, with his back to room was so thin that his whole spine protruded and half of his body seemed to be crawling on the table.
"You woke up so early, did you sleep well last night?" Shen Nanzhi walked to one side and lowered his eyes to observe.
"is acceptable."
Zheng Shuyi liked this kind of daily conversation very much. He propped up his elbows and raised his eyes to look at Shen Nanzhi. His dark black eyes were hidden behind his thick hair, like a wild snake staring covetously in the dense jungle, but this snake was laughing.
After seeing Shen Nanzhi, her smile froze and her lip lines straightened. "Why aren't you wearing that white dress?"
"I want to wear this today."
"Oh..." He strangely didn't think much about it and turned to ask. "Look at the picture I drew of you, do you look like it?"
Shen Nanzhi knelt down and looked carefully at the line drawing he had just drawn. The character was processed through comics, and in fact, he could only see some similarities with her.
Like or not, saying this is really like a weasel asking for silence.
According to the old story, a weasel becomes a spirit and walks upright on two legs. It tries its best to disguise itself as a human and catches a passerby and asks: "What do you think I look like?"
A passer-by told me that if you look like a human being, the weasel spirit can become an immortal.
"I have always admired the painting skills of calligraphy the most." Shen Nanzhi has a habit of not finishing her words. "It's past seven o'clock, I'm going to cook first."
He hummed lowly and continued to be immersed in his own world.
(End of this chapter)