After Chen Miao said this, the atmosphere in the whole room became quiet.
Treat the person you just met today as a kind of salvation.
This sounds ridiculous no matter how you look at it.
But Chen Miao's tone was too sincere, and there was no hint of joking.
He is serious.
Even though he gave an ambiguous answer, a strange sense of firmness emerged in the depths of his eyes.
Liu Qingzhi didn't speak, and Huo Lin didn't speak either.
Even Zhao Jiayan remained silent, and a thoughtful look flashed across the dog's eyes.
Ji Zijin, who was sitting next to Chen Miao, didn't like the overly quiet atmosphere. He moved his lips and was about to say something.
Liu Qingzhi suddenly asked, "What do the red ribbons hanging on some houses mean?"
When they heard Liu Qingzhi suddenly mention the red ribbon, Ji Zijin and Chen Miao's expressions changed slightly, and there was a very brief pause in the depths of their eyes.
After a moment, Chen Miao lowered his eyes and said two words: "Mark."
He put down his rolled-up sleeves, retracted his arms, considered his words, and slowly explained: "There is a layer of strange phosphorus powder on it, which will emit light like fireflies at night."
"Strange phosphorus powder?" Liu Qingzhi imagined the scene of a red ribbon emitting a faint glow at night.
"It feels a bit scary." Zhao Jiayan also imagined in his mind, a dark and windy night, a cold wind blowing, and the red silk ribbon fluttering in the cold air. No matter how he thought about it, it felt a bit eerie.
Ji Zijin glanced at Zhao Jiayan and said in a low voice: "Everyone keeps their doors closed at night, and the windows are sealed all the time. No one will go out of their way to see those things, and..."
At this point, his words suddenly changed, not only his voice, but even his tone of voice became low: "Besides, seeing Shenren is better than losing another relative."
As if he was recalling something bad, a trace of pain that was hard to conceal emerged on his face, and an obscure pain also revealed between his brows.
His two sentences were a bit confusing.
Although the words "again" and "losing a loved one" reveal some of the situation, there is no complete process of events.
Finally, Chen Miao sighed, patted Ji Zijin's shoulder gently in a soothing manner, and then said to Liu Qingzhi and the others, "The beginning of this matter dates back to a month ago."
"A month ago, a very strange mutant appeared on the hilltop to the east. This mutant was a white-fronted, tall-legged spider. It was about the size of two adult men, and its whole body was densely covered with gray and white colors. There is a white horizontal and vertical band growing on all the fine hairs on the forehead. The red ribbon you see is actually woven from the spider silk spun by this mutant. "
"Wait," Zhao Jiayan interrupted him, "Shouldn't the silk spit out by the white-fronted spider be white with a grayish tint? How can it spit out red silk?"
Ji Zijin didn't say anything. He clenched his hands into fists at his sides, trying to suppress the emotions surging in his heart.
Chen Miao said: "Because it was stained red with blood."
"Whenever the mutant eats a person, it will spit out red spider silk. It will make the silk into red ribbons and throw them aside for us to take away."
Liu Qingzhi's eyes moved slightly: "Is this a mutant that has evolved intelligence?"
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A Weak Passerby | BL, EDITED MTL
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