Panguan

Well, it was indeed not a ghost, but the ice-cube-like eldest disciple of the Shen family.

"What the hell-"

Dadong blurted out the vulgar words but could not stop himself. After holding it in for a long time, he managed to squeeze out one sentence: "Who are you trying to scare by standing there without saying a word?"

The man's skin was originally white, but when it was illuminated by the old-fashioned white light bulb, it became even less warm. He seemed to be convinced, looked at Dadong expressionlessly, and said mockingly: "I didn't expect that I could scare people into running away just by standing there."

He pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then added: "We can't find the door yet."

Dadong: "..."

He wanted to retort, but when he looked down, he saw that he was huddled in the corner in an extremely inelegant posture, looking like he could get out by just making a hole. He really didn't have the confidence to refute.

Dadong's dark skin turned a little red. He stood up straight against the wall and straightened his clothes. He hesitated for a moment, and then defended himself: "You don't know what I've been through. If you had just been the first one, you would have screamed worse than me."

The other party glanced at him and didn't bother to care at all, but looked at the layout of the room.

This is a study room with a whole wall of mahogany bookcases and a heavy and wide desk. On the desk are calendars, leather-bound books, pens and an emerald-colored desk lamp.

There is a high-backed chair behind the table, which is half-Chinese but not Western-style. The floor is a gray-brown carpet with woven patterns.

"It has the style of a small western-style building," Dadong said.

He actually didn't want to chat with the eldest disciple of the Shen family, after all, he didn't look like a talkative person. But he needed something to talk about to ease the gaffe and embarrassment just now.

Sure enough, the other party remained silent.

But inside the room, oh no, it should be a female voice that sounded throughout the house: "This secret room is adapted from a real incident——"

"This voice sounds familiar." Dadong muttered.

This time, the disciple of the Shen family ignored him, frowned and said "hiss", signaling him to listen honestly and not interrupt.

Dadong was almost suffocated.

He said in his heart that if I step on a horse, I can be considered your senior. If I am not enough, I am still more than enough than you, right? Why do you look like you hate me to death? It really doesn't matter at all.

How courageous are you?

He felt that he still had a good temper and seemed to have no airs, otherwise he would not be embarrassed by this handsome embroidered pillow.

When he got out of this cage and gave feedback to Aunt Zhang, he would definitely add "I don't know how high the world is" to his evaluation.

"In the early years of the Republic of China, a wealthy businessman named Shen lived in this villa in Sanmidian and ran a tea business. The couple was busy with social activities and often went to Peking and Tianjin for several months, rarely at home. At home. The permanent residents are his four children - a son, three daughters, the housekeeper, the wet nurse, the teacher, the cook and the wet nurse's son."

"The children have been playing together since they were young. They are everywhere upstairs and downstairs, in front of and behind the yard."

"Until one day, someone disappeared."

"The missing person is the eldest daughter of a wealthy businessman, named Shen Manyi, 11 years old."

"The housekeeper and the wet nurse were anxiously wandering in the study. The others were locked in different rooms due to the prank. The housekeeper said: Let the others out first and think of a solution together. The wet nurse agreed."

After saying this, the room became quiet.

Dadong looked around and was speechless: "We don't really have to follow the secret room process, do we?"

When Wen Shi walked to the door: "Let the others out first."

Dadong nodded in agreement, but after he nodded, he felt something was wrong.

These words sounded familiar, exactly the same as those on the radio just now, and he accidentally stepped into the role of a wet nurse.

…

The black-skinned nanny felt a hint of anger.

When I heard about it, I didn't even look at the wet nurse in Dadong.

He turned the doorknob, but unexpectedly it couldn't be opened. So he tightened the white cotton thread wrapped around his fingers, and just as he was about to move, he heard the black-skinned wet nurse say, "Don't mess around!"

Dadong was lucky enough to see some half-assed puppeteers in the past. They had only half-understood puppet skills and used them blindly. They often made mistakes, and some even tied themselves up and almost strangled themselves.

He himself often made mistakes when he first learned puppetry, and he had learned a lot from it, so he was not sensitive to newbies.

"You're too perfunctory with your thread." Dadong stared at Wen Shi's fingers.

The puppeteer is actually very particular about how to wrap the thread. There are explanations for where to cross and how many times to wrap the thread. This is just like the way someone draws a spell or the formula for arranging a formation. You can't mess with it.

Of course, except for the top puppet masters, after all, there is a saying that "no sword is better than having a sword". That is another level. You can control the puppet by wrapping any string around it, or even without any string.

But that's not considered.

"This one should be wrapped around the index finger first, then wrapped three times around the ring finger, and then wrapped back around the index finger. You—" Dadong was speechless.

Just looking good is useless.

When he rolled his eyes and asked, "Tell me the truth, how many months have you studied?"

Hearing this, he remained silent and did not answer.

The black nanny is timid and to be honest, it scares him easily.

But Dadong obviously just wanted to laugh and didn't expect an answer. He waved his hand to the side and said with a headache on his face: "Give way, don't get messed up, I'll do it."

When he heard it, he still didn't say anything and looked at the other party with a strange look.