dhibooks Chapter 17 Just You
Chapter 17 Just You
==============
Lin Qiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Do you know what 'kiss' means?"
Sure enough, after hearing this question, a trace of confusion flashed across Arthur's face.
Lin Qiao couldn't help snorting, "Just you?"
Arthur heard a hint of teasing in it, and wanted to refute, but couldn't pronounce another syllable.
Maybe even he himself didn't know why he said that just now.It is even less clear what "kissing" means to humans.
Lin Qiao felt helpless.Arthur is so stupid and stupid, he believes everything, and it is easy to imitate it.
He said patiently, "You can't kiss casually."
Arthur froze for a moment, and slowly expressed: "And Jojo, can't you?"
Lin Qiao didn't even think about it: "No way!"
Arthur kept asking, "Why?"
Lin Qiao raised his voice: "Why are there so many?" He met Arthur's blank gaze and said helplessly, "You can only kiss the one you like."
Arthur said seriously: "I like it, Jojo."
Lin Qiao didn't take it seriously at all.
In his opinion, Arthur probably had a fledgling affection for him, so he misunderstood attachment as liking.
Lin Qiao: "Do you know what liking is?"
Arthur blinked.
He understands.
He wants to hide Jojo in the abyss, and then circle it with a demon's tail so that other gods can't peep - isn't this what he likes?
Arthur didn't know how to express what was in his heart, so his eyes turned and lightly fell on Lin Qiao's lips.
It was soft, moist, and a little rosy there.
Like the petals just blooming, soft and delicate; like green apples hanging on the branches, people want to try whether it is sour or sweet.
Arthur felt a sudden rush of thirst.
He is the incarnation of the Lord of the Abyss, the will of the gods, and will not have the appetite of human beings.But now he really felt a longing, he wanted to suck-suck-gnaw something, to quench the fire in his heart.
It's soft lips.
Or fair and delicate skin.
More specifically... Jojo.
Lin Qiao felt that the air was a little anxious, and even her cheeks became hot.
Arthur confirmed again: "Really...can't it?"
Arthur lowered the corners of his eyes, like a homeless puppy, full of loss.
Lin Qiao felt like she was holding a hot potato, and she didn't know whether to throw it away or continue to hold it.
Just when he was hesitating, a voice came in from the side: "Excuse me, do you need help?"
Yuri poked his head out and joined the two forcefully.He said in an exaggerated aria, "Oh my Goddess of Plenty, someone here is hurt, let me see. Don't worry, healing is what I'm good at."
Lin Qiao breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably: "Then I'll leave it to you." He brought up the topic just now, and said to Arthur, "Don't worry, there is a specialization in surgery—this kind of thing, it's better to leave it to the professional It’s better for people to do it.”
Yuri smiled brightly, like a flower: "Then please leave it to me with confidence."
Arthur: "..."
I want to kill again.
……
Yuri's healing technique is really not a joke.
With a flash of green light, the wound on Arthur's hand healed, leaving only a faint scar.
Yuri let go of his hand: "Okay."
With a cold face, Arthur withdrew his hand and put it behind his back.
He didn't have a good face towards Yuri, but when he looked at Lin Qiao, he felt a little bit wronged.
Lin Qiao looked away unnaturally.
Yuri noticed the strangeness between the two people, but he didn't expose it.He reminded: "Dear Jojo, you don't have much time left."
In order to save the poor girl, Lin Qiao swore to the God of Light to solve the plague dance within two days.
Haikou boasted, but Lin Qiao has no clue now.
He touched the tip of his nose and gave a suggestion: "Let's ask the villagers first."
The key to solving a case is to collect enough information.
They are newcomers, they are not familiar with the place, and they don't even know where the gate of Rye Village opens. To inquire about the news, they have to find someone in the village to be reliable.
So Lin Qiao knocked on the door of the blacksmith's house.
The blacksmith poked his head out, and when he saw a stranger coming, he didn't show a good face: "What are you doing here?"
Lin Qiao: "Let's ask..."
Before he even finished speaking, the blacksmith closed the door with a bang.
Lin Qiao was slammed and almost bumped his nose.
He continued to knock on the door: "Open the door!"
Under the persevering call, the blacksmith reluctantly opened a gap: "What's the matter?"
Lin Qiao: "...Ask about the plague dance."
Lin Qiao thought it would be easy to collect information, but he didn't expect that the blacksmith would not cooperate at all, and he was not willing to mention anything related to the plague dance at all.
In his opinion, all of this stems from the curse of the witch, once mentioned, it will bring death and ominousness.
Lin Qiao raised a question: "Well... have you ever thought that if the witch is really so powerful, would you still be arrested by you?"
blacksmith:"……"
The blacksmith said stiffly: "Witches rely on curses! They have the power of demons!"
Lin Qiao said it even more sharply: "Then why didn't the witch summon the devil to curse you all to death, and spread the plague one by one. The movement is so loud, and it is easy to be discovered by others. How troublesome."
blacksmith:"…………"
It seems that there is some truth.
Lin Qiao: "Then can you tell us about the plague dance now?"
The blacksmith said angrily: "You guys, get out, you are not welcome here!"
Lin Qiao pointed out calmly: "You are in a hurry."
As an honest man from the countryside, the blacksmith couldn't say that Lin Qiao, who had experienced the baptism of the Internet bully, could only let out a helpless and furious voice: "Ahh——"
Yuri on the side couldn't stand it any longer, and said, "Let me tell."
Lin Qiao made way for Yuri to play.
Not knowing what Yuri said, the blacksmith immediately became amiable. He opened the door and said that everything can be cooperated.
Lin Qiao went in and sat down, and asked, "When did you discover the plague dance?"
The blacksmith tried hard to recall: "A week ago."
Lin Qiao: "Who was the first person to get the plague dance, do you remember?"
"It's Mistress of the Windmill," said the blacksmith.
The hostess of the windmill is a plump woman who likes to dance and often organizes balls in the village.
Last week, she suddenly went crazy, ran out of the mill, and danced in the street.
At first, no one cared, they thought it was some new type of dance, and they were watching from the sidelines.
Then, more and more people danced.
Those people kept dancing and dancing, from day to night, and from night to day, even when they were exhausted and foaming at the mouth, they didn't stop.
It's like being possessed by a demon.
During the dance, some people were exhausted to death.
But even so, those people still didn't stop, they tap danced happily around the dead body.
It seems that only death can stop them.
In the process, someone died, but many more joined in, and almost half the village was dancing.
It was a grand, grand and eerie scene.
When describing this experience, the blacksmith's voice trembled uncontrollably, full of fear.
Lin Qiao listened carefully, and asked, "How did the plague dance spread?"
The blacksmith's eyes were red: "I don't know, it's a witch's curse, no one knows how it got infected."
The mode of transmission is unknown, and the symptoms of the disease are so weird, no wonder the villagers feel that they are cursed by a witch.
Lin Qiao got a general idea, but still had no clue, so he asked, "Are those people who got the plague dance still in the village?"
The blacksmith nodded.
Lin Qiao: "Take me there to have a look."
The blacksmith was a little reluctant, but took them anyway.
When he came to the corner of the village, he raised his hand and said, "It's there."
A dilapidated house stands in a corner, exuding a dark and decaying atmosphere.
Lin Qiao wanted to go there, but the blacksmith sent them to the vicinity of the dilapidated house, and refused to go in after that.
Anyway, it was all here, Lin Qiao didn't force himself, and walked towards the broken house by himself.
There was an open space at the door of the dilapidated house, and there were two or three people standing in front of them, holding hands and dancing.
The dance steps are crisp and the rhythm is cheerful.
Lin Qiao took a closer look and found that the faces of these people were dead pale, their pupils dilated, and their cheeks twitched uncontrollably.
They were obviously exhausted, but they couldn't stop.
Lin Qiao had an idea: a dancing corpse.
He didn't dare to get close to these people, and instead walked towards the dilapidated house.
The door of the dilapidated house was open, but there was no light inside, and it was dark.
Before Lin Qiao could see clearly what was going on inside, he kicked something with his toe.
Looking down, the bloody thing turned out to be a chopped off foot.
A bloody and rotten smell rushed over.
Lin Qiao held his breath and continued to look inside.
There are some sick people lying in the broken house.
In order to prevent them from dancing to death, the doctor chose to amputate the patient's feet, but even so, these people still did not calm down, their limbs kept waving and twitching, and howled in pain.
Lin Qiao stepped back quickly, and said to Yuri, "Is your healing technique useful?"
Yuri wasn't sure: "I'll try."
He raised his right hand, lightly touched his thumb and index finger, and drew a semicircle in midair.
"In the name of the goddess of abundance, bestow the power of life..."
The wood elements in the air were separated, and green light spots were suspended all around, exuding the fragrance of grass and trees.
With a movement of Yuri's fingers, a soft ball of light fell on the patient.
The patient's face turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.But this didn't stop him from continuing to dance, on the contrary, it added energy and danced more cheerfully.
Yuri shook his head: "The healing technique cannot cure the curse."
Lin Qiao frowned: "Even if it's a curse, it should have a source, it can't just come out of nowhere..."
Yuri said calmly: "Maybe someone summoned the plague demon."
There are many kinds of creatures in the abyss.
Some are low-level imps who can only frighten children in nightmares, while others can spread plague and pain, and can deprive thousands of lives when they appear.
Lin Qiao hesitated for a moment: "Arthur said that there are no demons here."
Yuri looked at Arthur: "Is there any evidence?"
Arthur, of course, had no proof.
He relies on instinct.
Wherever demons appear, they always bring ominousness and death.
Those who caught the plague dance also died, but not in the same way.
Demons will greedily deprive human beings of their lives and souls, and these sick people are like sick plants.It looks healthy on the outside, but the roots have begun to fester, and slowly weaken until they die.
Yuri hugged his shoulders and elongated the ending: "There is no evidence, so don't talk nonsense, otherwise I will think you are also a companion of the devil." He turned his head, "Dear Jojo, do you know that devils are always cunning Yes, they will pretend to be harmless, attract humans to approach, and pull humans into the abyss."
"Be careful, the more beautiful you are, the more dangerous you are."
It was dark.
Arthur stood in the shadows, the line of his jaw was sharp and sharp, so perfect that he was not human.
Lin Qiao: "?"
Why did the Riddler suddenly start?
What kind of riddle is left?
He looked at Yuri, then at Arthur, and had a flash of inspiration: "Are you implying to me that Arthur is a demon?"
Yuri's expression faltered slightly.
He said it was a hint, he just wanted to provoke the relationship, but Lin Qiao didn't expect Lin Qiao to say it directly.
Even if a normal person understands it, they won't break it.
This can't fix him.
Lin Qiao not only punctured it, but also walked directly in front of Arthur and asked, "Arthur, he said you are a devil, what do you think?"
Arthur: "..."
--------------------
The author has something to say:
Plague dance.
A reference to 1518, the "dancing mania" that occurred in the Middle Ages.
感谢在2022-04-2517:16:56~2022-04-2615:49:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Friends with advanced cancer, you have to bring a spoon to the toilet;
Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Master Tang 10 bottles; bottle;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!