Five minutes.

In the first three minutes, Zong Hang used to make the bed. He had never made it before. He took it for granted that he turned from one end to the other end of the bed, moved his hand and pulled it to the other side wherever he was uneven.

Two minutes later, he sat on the bed, serious and serious.

He is really thinking.

Yi Sa had a dark face and saw that the timer was jumping less every second, but actually wanted to laugh in his heart.

She looked at Zong Hang and thought it was strange.

She grew up in a complex environment and was used to talking to people and talking to ghosts. Even if she hated anyone, she would smile, and then she used secret tricks to make trouble. After living in Cambodia for a long time, most of the people around her were savages, with sharp heads and slots in any situation - even if Chen Tu seemed kind-hearted, she was still shameless.

So Zong Hang was like a mistakenly entering the set, threatening her and using tricks, and never slapped her with slander. Her thoughts made her feel that no matter how fierce she was, she couldn't do anything.

When time came, Yi Sa coughed.

***

Zong Hang was shocking as soon as he opened his mouth: "I know, after I said it, you might kill me..."

Yi Sa couldn't help but: "What's so special about you? I want to kill you? I haven't killed anyone."

In modern society, don’t mention murder is as easy as pulling a carrot: it’s not the kind of big revenge that kills the whole family, she really can’t fight with the knife. If she takes a step back, it’s really an irreconcilable grudge. Can’t she still call the police? Who likes to take the life of herself?

Even though Chen Tu was so angry that she was so angry that she was just thinking about how to deal with Ding Qi now.

Zong Hang felt more at ease: from killing one to kill two, it was just a matter of slashing another, but never killing someone to kill someone, the space between Tianyuan is Tianyuan.

But I still said as I thought, "But I was saved by you, so it's not too much to let you take it back. It's just... You really decided to take it back. Can you give me more time and let me deal with my family's affairs..."

He glanced at Yi Sa and whispered: "In ancient times, people killed prisoners and gave them a meal."

He is quite capable of quoting and quoting, Yi Sa doesn't say nonsense: "Yes."

"And that's right, there is another person involved here, who is also my life-savior. I can't betray her. I use 'little a' to refer to her. I will skip the key information about her. I can do it?"

It's reasonable. She doesn't give up the people who have helped her casually. She has a solar term, but she doesn't pick on some tricks, and she feels unhappy.

"no."

Zong Hang felt nervous...

Yi Sa looked down at his phone and called out the notepad to make it easier to write down some key content: "Use old k."

Yes, Xiao A sounds a bit lively and cute, Lao K is more in line with Yi Xiao's temperament.

Zong Hang then continued to talk about the location where he had parked before: How to get to a very remote boathouse? It was where he encountered K. Ding Qi first taught him a gesture...

Yi Sa interrupted him: "Do it and show me."

Zong Hang did it for her with a stern and feared that she wouldn't understand: "This is a local slander, which means 'Make a friend, and discuss something if you have something to do'."

Yi Sa: "...No, what this means is: If you have the guts, come."

Zong Hang was stunned for a moment: "Is it a provocation?"

Otherwise? Yi Sa ignored him, his fingers flew quickly, and wrote a few words on the notepad: Water ghost trick, Ding knew the identity of K, K was a person of the three surnames...

After hitting here, I paused for a moment.

A person who is active in the Mekong River Hangshui Lake and can understand the tricks of water ghosts is likely to be the Yi family.

So a few more words were added: Maybe the surname is Yi.

After Zong Hang Hou finished her fight, she continued to talk: K suddenly rushed up from underwater. She was a woman with disheveled hair, with a strange smell of rotten smell on her body...

Yi Sa interrupted him again, and his tone became a little strange: "Does this woman have many scars on her arms?"

Zong Hangqi said: "Do you know her too?"

Yi Sa said: "Stop for a while and let me think about it."

Her fingertips stopped at the starting talisman of "edit", and her mind quickly connected, and a dark line gradually became clear.

She thought it was wrong from the beginning: she thought Ding Qi was sent by Ding Changsheng to "observe" her, and she took preconceived ideas and drew a yard for herself as a prison.

But in fact, it is not. Ding Chi came to Cambodia and had other purposes. Ding Changsheng called her repeatedly, obviously also knew about it.

When he was in the floating village, the woman suddenly appeared and did not attack others. She only targeted Ding Ji. Ding Ji did not hesitate to kill and set fire to attract the woman out...

She was clearly in her heart, but she pretended to be innocent and was ignorant in front of her. It was said that there was still superficial friendship between the three surnames. The Ding family had trouble and was so troubled that she wanted to go abroad to arrest people. She was not bad for her to help.

Why are you afraid that she will know?

Yi Sa slowly typed out a few words—

Who is k?

After a long time, she looked up at Zong Hang: "You keep going."

***

This continued to be a little difficult to say. Zong Hang simply took the initiative and said in one breath: "Ding Qi fired at us, fired a lot of shots, and we... were all dead."

After saying that, the room was a little quiet.

The wind blew in, not too big, and the corner of the curtain was only lifted up a little, and then drooped back.

Yi Sa said: "Next, are you going to tell me that you are actually a ghost?"

This is not a problem for her. She wants to prove to others that she is not difficult to die, but it is difficult to die. Zong Hang thinks it is better to say it down the road. The details are all behind. If the details are full, everything will not be so absurd.

"I woke up again, a month later, lying in a bathtub filled with water in a hotel, without choking or drowning. Later, K told me that this is called 'sitting on water'."

Yi Sa's face changed slightly: "Can you sit on the water?"

Zong Hang thought: Facts are better than words, why not prove it to her?

"You can time it now, ten minutes, twenty minutes, all."

He hurried into the bathroom, stuffed the sinkhole of the washbasin, and then released the water. When Yi Sa finally came over half-believingly, the basin was already about 2/3 full.

Zong Hang twisted the faucet and did not make any preparations such as "take a deep breath" and buried his head directly in the water.

Yi Sa looks at the time.

Things like holding your breath vary from person to person. Ordinary people will be almost done in one or two minutes, even after training, it will only be five or six minutes.

She stopped in ten minutes and patted him on the shoulder: "Get up."

This result is better than many children of the three surnames, and she is sure that he can sit in the water.

Zong Hang looked up, his head and face dripped water down. Yi Sa pulled a towel and threw it to him, and suddenly remembered something: "You said you were shot several times, do you have scars on your body?"

Zong Hangne: "The scar is not obvious, but if you... look carefully, you can see a little light red, like a rash..."

He wiped it and hung up the towel and wanted to walk out, but Yi Sa stood still, blocking the road, with an ugly face.

She said: "Let me see."

Zong Hang hesitated for a moment, grabbed the t-shirt hem with one hand, slowly pulled it up, then lowered his head, pressed the pulled hem with his chin, and clamped it with his arms on both sides, for fear that it would be exposed and not look elegant.

He pointed to her awkwardly: "Here, here, here, and here."

Three shots were shot, one in the breast-to-heart, one in the liver, and the other in the stomach. The colors left now are light, as light as excessively diluted silver red.

Yi Sa lowered her head and looked closer. Zong Hang felt that her breathing was blowing between her upper abdomen, her ears were so hot that it was so hot that the skin in that place shrank and trembled unconsciously.

Yi Sa said: "Don't move."

She stretched out her index finger and pressed her fingertips towards the one in his liver.

Zong Hang couldn't see it, but she could see it clearly. When the skin in that place was concave, many small folds appeared on the edge, like divergent lines. The color of the line should be darker and the color would be eliminated by withdrawing hands. If you don't observe carefully, you can't see it at all.

Yi Sa retracted his hand and gently scratched his palms the edge of his nails. For the first time, he felt unable to breathe.

She was a little incoherent and felt that she had to say something to hide her disorder: "Is this the scar left by the bullet? It doesn't look like it at all."

Zong Hang also felt that things like scars were originally a layer of scab attached to the soft and smooth skin surface - but these three parts of him were not bumpy or rough, and were no different from the surrounding skin. At first glance, it looked like a slight pigment precipitation.

He said: "I have read a strange story before, a foreigner, tells a policeman who was hit in the heart when he was catching a robber. He died. His parents were very sad."

"More than ten years later, a young couple suddenly came to the door with a child, saying that it was this child and he could talk to him. He insisted that he was the policeman and kept asking for home. The couple had no choice but to bring him to him."

"After the two sides met, the child talked to the old couple about the police's childhood, and said it very seriously, and it was not bad at all. Moreover, there was a dark red birthmark in the heart of the child, which almost coincided with the shot of the dead policeman."

"So some people say that this child was reincarnated after the policeman died, and the wounds of his previous life became the birthmark of this life."

He looked down at his scars: "I also think this is not like a scar, but more like a birthmark."

He looked at Yi Sa carefully again: "Can I put down my clothes?"

Yi Sa then reacted and made way for him, his tone was a little unnatural: "You go and sit and rest for a while first. I will wash my face. The boat was hot and wet, and it was sweating."

Zong Hang hurried out and looked back at the bathroom door, breathing a sigh of relief.

He felt so lucky that Yi Sa was willing to listen to him and was reasonable. She accepted such an incredible thing temporarily and did not self-righteously scold him for making up.

***

Yi Sa scooped a few handfuls of water to his face, then looked up at the mirror.

After a while, she reached out and pulled the hair on her left behind her ear, turned her head and looked at the place where there were many soft and broken hair under her ear.
To be continued...