Touch a corpse to fall in love

"What are you thinking?" The bus patted Cheng Xiao on the shoulder, then turned to look at the ghost, "Did you see anything?"

Hearing the words, the ghost raised its head, looked at the two of them for a while and said, "Lishan."

"Lishan?" Cheng Xiao looked surprised, "Do you mean that the painting on it is Lishan?"

Ghosting nodded: "This is... the handwriting of the young master."

Cheng Xiao and the bus looked at each other: "Who is the son you are talking about?"

"You." Ghosting looked at Cheng Xiao without taking his eyes off, "It's you."

"...What are you kidding?!" Cheng Xiao's eyes widened, and he grabbed Da Ba's arm almost subconsciously and walked away, "Da Ba, let's go out. This zombie is just playing us."

"Young Master!" the ghost shouted, this time it was much clearer and smoother, "...I only remember you, Young Master."

Cheng Xiao's body paused for a moment, and then collapsed.

The bus also felt that something was wrong, and couldn't help but turned to Gui Ying: "You can't even remember your own name, how do you know that Cheng Zai'er is the son you said?"

Ghost Shadow shook his head: "He is." His tone was firm and resolute, without the hoarseness and dullness before.

The bus sighed: "...Cheng Zi'er, this must be a debt you owed in your previous life. This brother is here to collect the debt." Nima herself doesn't remember anyone, but she can still remember Cheng Xiao. Did you make it clear that you came to seek revenge?Thinking of this, the bus became more determined to get rid of this ghost. After all, he doesn't remember anything now, he just remembers to follow Cheng Xiao, so if he thinks of the grievances between himself and Cheng Xiao in his previous life one day, he will go crazy It is estimated that even if Cheng Xiao has ten lives, it is difficult for him to survive.

"Cheng Zi'er, let's not talk about anything else, at least we now know that he can understand the ghost symbols on that rag, so we still have to take him with us." Seeing that Cheng Xiao was still very resistant, the bus lowered his voice and said , "Cheng Zier, do you have something to hide from me?"

Cheng Xiao frowned: "No."

The bus didn't believe it: "Then why are you so emotional?"

"..." bowed his head in silence for a while, Cheng Xiao said softly, "If the painting on that picture is really Mount Li, all I can think of is the site selection map of Afang Palace." It seems dense and complicated, but it is actually arranged in an orderly manner; the text is ancient, meaningful, dense and complicated, and Cheng Xiao's first impression is the meticulous site selection map.

The so-called site selection map is to divide the initially determined large-scale area into pieces, and finally analyze and screen to select the most suitable place to build the palace.

The ancient emperors never built palaces or mausoleums casually. They had to select sites and calculate again and again until they reached the right time, place and people. Then it was considered a really good site.That is what we modern people call Feng Shui.

The bus smoothed his hair indifferently: "I thought it was a big deal, but it turned out to be this." The bus went to Ghost Shadow and turned around twice, the interest in his eyes became more intense, "Cheng Zier, you The Afang Palace you mentioned belongs to the Qin Dynasty, right?"

Cheng Xiao rolled his eyes.

The bus chuckled: "If you look at the clothes on this brother, maybe you know your guess is right?"

Cheng Xiao rolled his eyes again: "It's just a piece of clothing, the error can be hundreds or even thousands of years, okay! This kind of clothing on him has never been broken from the Spring and Autumn Period of China to the Qingming Period."

"Hey? So many people?" The bus was a little surprised, "I thought his clothes were the same as those of the Qing Dynasty, at least representing a period."

"It would be better if it was a mortuary suit, at least it can confirm his status at that time, but it turned out to be just a casual dress." Cheng Xiao also didn't understand, the ancients paid great attention to funeral rites, how could it be possible to enter the coffin without wearing a mortuary suit?Even if it is a poor family, it must be wrapped in a white cloth before being buried; and if it can be buried in a bronze coffin, how can it be born into a poor family?

The bus waved his hand: "Forget it, don't worry about it. Since he said that the picture is Lishan, let's go back and look it up. At least we need to know where Wang Hong got this picture."

After hearing this, Cheng Xiao straightened his mind and said, "It's really messy, let's go back and sort it out, and then decide what to check and where to look."

Speaking of this, the two of them didn't waste any more time.

The bus went to the wall to fumble for the secret passage switch before, while Cheng Xiao looked at the ghost: "Can you take this briefcase with you? I'm talking about carrying it invisibly."

The ghost shook his head, then nodded again.

Cheng Xiao rolled his eyes speechlessly in his heart: "In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, you take this briefcase with you. Remember not to let outsiders see you."

Ghosting nodded, and walked towards Cheng Xiao.

When Cheng Xiao saw it, his scalp exploded, and he immediately took two steps back.

Seeing Cheng Xiao retreating, the ghost was taken aback for a moment, then immediately stopped in his tracks, and looked at Cheng Xiao with a hint of hurt in his eyes.

Cheng Xiao had goosebumps all over his body, and his hair almost exploded.

What's that look like?How dare you not remember anything after you molested me, and now you still put on such a pathetic look?

But if you don't feel angry, don't feel angry, things still have to be handed over to Ghosting.Furthermore, with all the complaints in his heart, Cheng Xiao almost forgot about his fear, so he unceremoniously walked two steps away from Ghost Shadow and threw the briefcase into his arms.

Ghosting's body paused, as if trembling slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

Cheng Xiao didn't notice the strangeness of the ghost, and turned his head to look at the secret passage that had been opened.

The bus ran over and said, "Let's go."

Cheng Xiao nodded: "OK."

The bus walked in front, Cheng Xiao was at the back, and the ghost was at the back.

The secret passage is a small corridor that only allows one person to pass through. After walking for about half a minute, the secret passage has come to an end.

At the end is a spiral staircase. The bus went up first, and then lifted the wooden and porcelain panels on the top of the head. After climbing up, it was discovered that it was a simple bedroom.

Finally seeing the sunny world again, Cheng Xiao took a deep breath, and there was a touch of joy in the corners of his brows and eyes.

There is a photo frame on the bedside of this bedroom, which is a photo of a middle-aged man and a young girl.

"Nimma, isn't this Zhou Dayong?" The bus went to the bedside and took the photo frame.

"It seems that this is Zhou Dayong's personal lounge in the museum." I have to say, this Zhou Dayong had a really good life, and even got such a separate small bedroom in the museum.

The bus sneered: "This kind of scum just climbed up by relying on a little connection. Apart from being a moth of the country, I really don't see any use for it."

Taking advantage of the abundant light from the window, Cheng Xiao took a look around the room.

The living room and bedroom here are separated by a closet, and two people in the bedroom can see both the living room and the bedroom at a glance.

The bedroom has a big bed, a wardrobe, a desk, and a TV.

The living room has two sofas, a coffee table, a refrigerator and a kettle.

"Do you want to see if there is any information we need here? For example, the origin of the ancient coffin, so that we can also deduce the identity of this zombie brother." Cheng Xiao said.

The bus raised his eyebrows: "This kind of temporary resting place, with Zhou Dayong's personality, would not put things here."

"That's not necessarily true." Cheng Xiao seemed a little tough.

"Okay." The bus shrugged, "Then what do you say is here?"

Cheng Xiao pointed to a drawer on the desk: "The locked drawer."

The bus was a little surprised: "Okay then, let's see what shameful things are inside."

I found a pair of pliers in a corner of the living room, and broke the lock on the drawer in twos and threes.

Cheng Xiao opened the drawer, and saw dozens of thick and messy photos of naked girls at a glance.

The bus turned his eyes away, and grinned silently, with a hint of schadenfreude.

Cheng Xiao's face turned slightly red, but after a while, he still held back his embarrassment and reached out to take out all the photos.

The ghost figure showed its figure and stared at Cheng Xiao silently, as if it was dissatisfied and uneasy that he was staring at the beautiful woman in the photo.

Cheng Xiao didn't care about the one person and one zombie around him, but patiently looked at each photo in his hand carefully, then roughly screened and selected two or three photos.

"Bus, look at this man."

The girl in the photo is very beautiful, with bright eyes, red lips and white teeth, plump breasts, slender waist, and slender legs. No matter in face or figure, she is a first-class beauty, but there are obvious welts and obscenity on her body. Both Cheng Xiao and the bus gasped at the traces of passing.

"This is... Han Ruoruo!"

Cheng Xiao nodded his head with difficulty: "Is the girl in the photo by the bed the same person as this girl?"

Only then did the bus remember, and immediately went to the bedside to get the photo frame, and compared it with the photo in Cheng Xiao's hand.

The girl in the photo with Zhou Dayong is about sixteen or seventeen years old, but she is also slim and graceful, as beautiful as a lily in early summer.

The photo in Cheng Xiao's hand, at the age of 23, is more mature and beautiful, and it is seven or eight percent similar to the girl in the photo frame.

Because I had never seen Han Ruoruo when she was a girl, the bus had never realized that the girl in this photo turned out to be her college classmate——Han Ruoruo!

The two calmed down, then rummaged through the drawer several times, and finally found nothing useful, so they put away the photos and planned to leave.

The mystery is getting bigger and bigger; more and more clues are involved.

At the door, the bus suddenly turned to look at the ghost and said, "There should be a monitor on the corridor outside, how about a brother?"

Cheng Xiaodao: "He doesn't know what a monitor is, how can he help?"

The bus signaled Cheng Xiao not to speak: "Brother, you open the door incognito now. With your ability, it shouldn't be difficult to know where someone is spying on you, right?"

It was as if the ghost hadn't heard what the bus said, and there was no movement.

Cheng Xiao and Daba glanced at each other, and when they were about to give up this plan, unexpectedly, the ghost came towards the two people at the door.

The bus immediately pulled Cheng Xiao aside, and then watched the ghost walk out.

In less than 3 seconds, in the corridor outside and on the circuit lines in this bedroom, a series of "squeaky" current sounds passed by, and the entire corridor was instantly plunged into faint darkness.

Although it was broad daylight outside, the design of the museum was not very reasonable, so there was not enough light in the corridor, causing the corridor lights to go out, and the entire corridor was dark and gloomy.

Excitedly, the bus clenched its right hand and smashed it to the left palm, shouting: "Nimma, I found a treasure!" Immediately without saying a word, he pulled Cheng Xiao and ran out. It took only half a moment to run to the stairs. Following Cheng Xiao's "thump thump" went downstairs.