Reincarnation Dreamland [Unlimited]

As soon as Liu Minghao stepped into the door, he froze at the door.

"Why didn't you leave?" Xiaoling was puzzled, the president didn't move, and everyone could only squeeze outside the door.

Several people lined up one by one, but Tang Ji and Simon who opened the door stood at the back instead.

Simon was a little impatient. He was tall, on average more than a head taller than the previous three. From his angle, he could see half of the scene inside the door.

The back of Liu Minghao's dark head blocked the middle, but the white elegiac couplets hanging from the ceiling on both sides were clearly presented in front of Simon and Tang Ji.

——This room turned out to be a mourning hall!

Everyone huddled and walked inside, and finally saw the weird scene in front of them clearly, and everyone stopped in their tracks.

The room was already cramped, and there were all kinds of furniture that should be in a regular living room scattered here and there.

Now all the furniture has been moved to the corners, and a long black coffin is placed in the middle of the room.

On both sides of the coffin are elegiac couplets, with large black characters on white silk.In front of the coffin is an incense table with an incense burner on it.Red candles on both sides.In front of the incense table is a yellow mat for kneeling.

"Who is dead here?" Liu Minghao said.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's attention turned to the top of the coffin.

Often there are black and white photographs of the deceased.But now, there is only a black photo frame above the coffin, and there is nothing inside the photo frame.

Although there is nothing, everyone can feel that something seems to be watching them from behind the photo frame. This silent sight can not help but make one's hair stand on end.

"Is anyone there?" Liu Minghao shouted, his voice instantly disappeared in the narrow space, as if the walls and the furniture in front of him could absorb the sound.

"This, what's the situation?" Xiaoling shrank behind Liu Minghao in fear, "Okay, okay, strange..."

"It's just a secret room, it's all fake, what are you afraid of?" Liu Minghao tried his best to appear calm, but his trembling voice had already betrayed him when he spoke.He said, "Let's search separately and look for clues. Go and move, everyone! Li Ping, don't be lazy!"

"Oh..." Li Ping, who was hiding behind Tang Ji, was called out, so he had to slowly move his body out.

Said to move, but the two girls were obviously a little flustered by this arrangement and hid in the corner.

Liu Minghao and Li Ping searched carefully in the living room, while Tang Ji led Simon towards the room.

This house is a structure of one bedroom and one living room. The living room has been occupied by the mourning hall. Everyone moves their bodies carefully, trying not to touch the furniture and objects.

The furniture is very old, and the TV is like a big box, a square black and white TV.There is also a sewing machine more than one meter high next to the TV. The sewing machine is shiny and looks well maintained. It must be used frequently.

This kind of furniture has basically disappeared in modern homes.

There is a surplus of materials in modern society. When clothes are broken, they are often thrown away and bought new ones. It is rare to mend them, let alone use a sewing machine.

"The layout of this room looks like it was in the 90s." Tang Ji analyzed as he walked, seeing that Simon was about to bump into a cabinet, he quickly reached out and grabbed him, "Hey, be careful!"

"...Thank you," Simon said.

Tang Ji doubted, "What's wrong with your eyes?"

Simon: "Occasionally, I can't see clearly." After that, Simon seemed to think of something. He looked at Tang Ji and said, "Why, Doctor Tang wants to show me?"

Tang Ji smiled and said, "You are going to the ophthalmology department. I only treat mental illness."

Simon hooked the corner of his mouth: "It's hard to say."

Tang Ji: "?"

Simon didn't speak any more.

Tang Ji saw that Simon looked weird, but he didn't speak, and he didn't bother to gossip.He was worried that Simon would bump around again, so he reached out and took his arm, leading him inside.

Simon doesn't seem to have a big bone frame, but he has a lot of tendons on his body, and his arms are strong and tough. Even through the fabric of his clothes, Tang Ji can still feel the strength of those arms.

It must be very painful to hit someone, Tang Ji thought to himself.

The room inside is larger than the living room, with two beds, one big and one small.

There were two pillows on the big bed, and the quilt was neatly folded.There is a photo of the couple hanging above the bed, black and white, both men and women are smiling happily.

The man in the photo looked familiar. Tang Ji stared at him for a while, then Simon suddenly said, "This is a stone. The waiter showed us his photo downstairs just now."

Yes, it is a stone!

It seems that this is Shitou's house. According to the layout here, Shitou's family belongs to a normal family of three, living in a small house with one bedroom and one living room.

So who exactly is dead?

Tang Ji had a bad idea in his mind, he looked at Simon, obviously Simon thought of it with him.

"Look for something else." Simon frowned.

Tang Ji and Simon searched separately, and made a new discovery not long after.

The small bed is 1.2 meters wide and is a child's single bed with a bedside table next to it.

"Find a diary!" Tang Ji found a notebook under the quilt of the small bed. Half a book was written densely on the notebook. He opened it to see the beginning of the diary for a few months, the day of the week, and the weather. Knowing is a diary.

The font is still relatively naive, written by a child.

"What did you say?" Simon asked.

"Well, let me take a look..." Tang Ji flipped through the diary quickly and browsed roughly. The owner of this diary should be Shi Shi's son.

The son of Shitou, Tang Ji intends to call him Little Shitou for the time being.

Xiao Shitou recorded in his diary his trivia about going to school and studying, and then there were various things about getting sick, being hospitalized, getting injections and taking medicine.

Seeing this, Simon said, "Is he sick?"

"Yeah, but I didn't say what kind of disease it is." It seems that the adults in the family didn't tell Xiao Shitou what disease he had, but being sick means lack of money. Tang Ji thought about it, "Could it be that Shitou borrowed money to treat his son's illness?"

"It's possible." Simon nodded, "Then why did he die? Does he not have to pay back the money if he dies?"

"How could it be?!" Tang Ji immediately retorted, "Father's debt must be paid by son!"

"..." Simon was stunned for a while, "If the debtor dies, the debt will disappear naturally, right?"

"Which country's law is this? It's too unscientific!" Tang Ji said.

Simon's deep eye sockets and small brown curly hair have betrayed his bloodlines, no matter what, he is definitely not a purebred Chinese, there is no doubt about it.

Tang Ji said with a smile: "In our civil society in Great China, it is only natural for fathers to pay their sons!"

After all, Tang Ji patted Simon on the shoulder, and said in a long tone: "In our Huaxia country, it is necessary to understand the local customs and customs."

Simon: "..."

Tang Ji analyzed affirmatively: "So, Shi Shi's death was definitely not to avoid debts, there were other reasons for his death."

Although he babbled a few words, Tang Ji brought the topic back to the right path.

The two looked around and found nothing else, so they went back to the living room.

At this time, there were a few not-so-loud quarrels in the living room. It was a dispute between two girls.

"It's all your fault, you must have done it on purpose!" The plain Chen Cheng spoke in a tearful voice.

"How did I know this would happen?" Xiaoling, who was wearing heavy makeup, said with impatience and aggrieved voice, "He went there by himself, and I didn't do anything, so don't talk nonsense!"

"No! It was you who said that the coffin was weird, so Li Ping came to help!" Chen Cheng was still arguing.

"It's nothing!" Xiaoling leaned to the president Liu Minghao, looked at Liu Minghao with tears in her eyes, and said, "Minghao, I really didn't do anything. Li Ping messed with things by himself, and Chen Cheng actually blamed me !"

"But Li Ping..." Chen Cheng said.

"Okay, stop arguing!" Since Liu Minghao entered the room, he hadn't found any clues. He was already a little irritable. He didn't expect that Li Ping was still unconscious, and it was fine if he didn't help. Now he has disappeared!

The chirping voices of the two girls lingered in the living room, like countless chirping birds that didn't stop for a moment, making people's brains completely overwhelmed.

Liu Minghao was about to be unable to maintain his image of a smart gentleman, and roared angrily, "Tell me one by one, what happened just now!"

"It has nothing to do with me!" Xiaoling said first, "I was standing next to the coffin just now, and Li Ping came over and moved the coffin, and then he disappeared."

"No, you said that the coffin made strange noises," Chen Cheng retorted, "You asked him to take a look for you. You said you were afraid, so he went over!"

"I didn't say that..." Xiaoling was still trying to argue, but Tang Ji stepped out of the room in two steps, came to her side, and pressed his shoulder first, motioning her to silence.

Everyone didn't know what was going on, but seeing Tang Ji's expression turned extremely pale, they followed his gaze and looked up.

Right above the coffin, I saw black and white portraits of people in the black photo frame that was originally empty.

——And that profile picture is exactly Li Ping who just disappeared.

"Ah!!!" Xiaoling couldn't bear the fear in her heart and screamed.

Li Ping's ordinary big head stayed in the photo frame, his eyes were black and white, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he looked at everyone with a half-smile, he couldn't tell what kind of expression it was, but he looked very weird .

"This... this, what's going on?!" Liu Minghao said tremblingly, "Li Ping, Li Ping, come out, where are you?"

However, Li Ping did not answer Liu Minghao's call.

Simon stepped forward and looked at Chen Cheng: "Where did Li Ping touch just now?"

Chen Cheng swallowed, pointed to the side of the coffin, and said, "Well, there, Xiaoling said that she heard a strange sound coming from the coffin."

"President, stop shouting." Seeing that Liu Minghao was a little confused about the situation, Tang Ji patted him on the shoulder. "Let's see what's weird about this coffin first, and find Li Ping."

Receiving Tang Ji's comfort, Liu Minghao's nervousness eased a little: "Yes, it is impossible for such a big living person to disappear. Yes, it must be some technology used by the secret room to display his photo in that photo frame. "

Liu Minghao nodded, and followed Tang Ji and Simon to the coffin.

In fact, except for Tang Ji and Simon, the others didn't know they were in the dream, so they naturally thought it was just a normal secret room.

How could there be danger in an ordinary secret room?

Now that Li Ping was gone, everyone gradually calmed down after the shock just now.

Everyone speculated that Li Ping might have been hit by some mechanism or something and was hidden in a secret room.The photos in the photo frame are more likely to be taken secretly by the store, and then used some kind of imaging reflection technology to get them into the photo frame.

Tang Ji reached out and knocked on the side of the coffin, and there was a crisp sound from inside——, upon hearing this sound, Tang Ji said, "The inside is hollow."

"Well," Simon touched the lid of the coffin for a full circle, and said after pushing the lid hard, "it's sealed and can't be opened."

Then I found the floor next to the coffin. This is a concrete floor, and there is no crack on the floor.

Several people checked for 10 minutes, but there was still no progress.

Li Ping disappeared without a trace as if he had never existed, leaving only a picture of a half-smile hanging on the mourning hall.