The God of Raiders dressed as Pan Jinlian

Wu Song was searching for clues in this room, but actually, Wu Song, who had been secretly paying attention to Fu Zhenhong's situation, paused slightly after hearing what Fu Zhenhong said to Wang.

He closed his lips tightly and looked at Wu Zhi on the other side.

Noticing the curvature of the big brother's lips, and thinking of the prefix in the sentence that Pan Jinlian said just now, Wu Song couldn't help closing his lips even tighter.

Obviously, his emotions were more or less affected.

And this is just because of Pan Jinlian's words.

But in the next second, when Wu Song looked towards him because of his gaze, Wu Zhi took the first step to withdraw his gaze.As if nothing had happened, he lowered his eyes and began to search the house more carefully.

It seems that he wants to use this to let himself have no distractions, so that he will not be affected by other factors.

As for Fu Zhenhong's side.

He sat sideways on the wooden bench very patiently, and placed his slender, white hands casually on the table. While gently pressing the table with his bony fingers, he looked at Mrs. Wang indifferently, waiting for the person who asked him to The woman who felt a lot of doubts spoke.

Wang did not dare to meet Fu Zhenhong's gaze.

It was obviously an extremely indifferent gaze, but under this man's gaze, she always had a feeling that she had nowhere to hide.It was as if all his disguises and thoughts had been seen through by the other party.

She wanted to escape, to escape.

But powerless.

In the end, Wang Shi, who was bearing Fu Zhenhong's gaze, took a deep breath after thinking of the man's understatement of "coercion and temptation" just now, and said, "Please untie my acupoints, so I can speak slowly." .”

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyelids, "Are you negotiating terms with me?"

Wang Shi immediately explained: "No... no, I just..." Before she could finish her sentence, Fu Zhenhong released her acupuncture points.

Fu Zhenhong said, "Speak."

Mrs. Wang nodded, knelt and sat back on the futon at the beginning, and began to talk about the cause of this series of events.

half a month ago.

When Wang and her daughter Wang Lingling were going up the mountain, they were rarely chased by ferocious beasts.In order to avoid danger, the two fled to a narrow small cave.

"At that time, Lingling and I thought we had escaped the danger, but we had the misfortune to encounter a bat in the cave." When the last two words were said, a clear look appeared in Wang's eyes. With horror and panic, his body trembled slightly.

Obviously, the bat in her mouth is different from ordinary bats.

After all, if it was an ordinary bat, it would be impossible for her to show such an expression.

Fu Zhenhong asked her, "Is that bat different?"

Mrs. Wang nodded and recalled: "The bat is much larger than ordinary bats. Its eyes are blood red, its nose fan is very protruding, and its fangs are long and sharp. It stares at me and Lingling as if it wants to kill us. It's the same as Lingling's Blood Drain."

She swallowed her saliva, and continued: "Fortunately, at the critical moment of escaping, Lingling and I accidentally touched some mechanism, so by accident, we rolled into a very hidden cave. Therefore, avoiding the attack of bats can be regarded as safe and sound."

Wu Zhi caught the key word in these words: "Cave?"

Wang said: "Yes, a hole in the ground."

She glanced at Wu Zhi, then at Fu Zhenhong, and then continued: "The cave is very deep, about thirty feet high, and Lingling and I are both helpless women. There's no way to get up there."

While talking, Mrs. Wang recalled the experience at that time, a trace of fear flashed across her face.

Wu Song asked her: "What happened later, what happened later?"

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Wang did not answer immediately, but remained silent for a few seconds before saying, "Later... we entered an ancient tomb."

"Ancient tomb? The so-called ancient tomb of the evil god?" Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows, showing a hint of interest, "What is the ancient tomb like?"

Wang said: "The ancient tomb is very big, much bigger than the residences of those aristocratic families, like a palace."

Fu Zhenhong asked: "Have you ever entered the depths of the tomb?"

Wang shook her head: "There are many traps in the ancient tomb, Lingling and I dare not rush forward."

Wu Zhi said: "Since there are many organs, how did you finally get out of the ancient tomb?" He walked over and looked at Mrs. Wang: "I remember the day you came to the pharmacy, and it seemed that you were not injured."

Wang said: "Not long after Lingling and I entered, we accidentally triggered a trap, and the trap spewed out a cloud of purple smoke in an instant, and Lingling and I passed out immediately after smelling the smoke. "

Speaking of this, Wang stopped, glanced at her daughter's spirit card, and there was a hint of complexity in her eyes.

Wu Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly: "What happened after you fainted?"

Wang said: "Then we had a very strange but very real dream."

Wu Song was a little surprised: "Dream?"

Wang: "Well, a dream." She emphasized: "Dreams are very real."

Wu Songdao: "After waking up from the dream, what happened again?"

Wang said: "After waking up from the dream, Lingling and I found that we had left the ancient tomb."

Fu Zhenhong thought for a moment, then asked, "How far is the place where you woke up from the ancient tomb?"

Mrs. Wang thought about it for a while and said, "Thirty kilometers."

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyes: "Remember so clearly?"

Wang nodded: "Because Lingling and I felt that what we experienced was unbelievable at that time, so we specially calculated the distance."

Fu Zhenhong said, "What did you dream about at that time?"

Wang shook her head and said, "I don't remember clearly."

Fu Zhenhong asked again: "When did I not remember clearly? Was it after waking up at that time, or after time passed?"

Wang didn't answer, she lowered her eyes and pursed her lips, as if she was thinking about something.

Seeing this, Wu Song reminded Wang: "Don't lie."

When Wang heard this, she raised her eyes to look at Wu Song, and then turned her gaze to Fu Zhenhong: "After time passed."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and stroked her forehead: "After coming out of the ancient tomb, sometimes I have a feeling that I am no longer what I used to be."

"I would suddenly not remember what I was doing, as if I had lost a small piece of memory. No matter how I recalled, I couldn't recall what happened. Sometimes there was even a kind of feeling, as if during the period when the memory was blank, What I did was not done by me, but by another person."

After speaking in one breath, Mrs. Wang rubbed her temples that were beginning to swell.

Fu Zhenhong stood up and walked in front of Mrs. Wang.

Wang looked at Fu Zhenhong and said, "I'm not lying."

Fu Zhenhong looked down at Wang from top to bottom: "So the red dress under your outer shirt was worn by another person you mentioned?"

Fu Zhenhong's words shocked Wang for an instant, and she stood up in astonishment: "Me? Red clothes?"

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows.

Wang immediately exclaimed: "What a red dress! How could I wear a red dress under such circumstances." As she spoke, she suddenly lowered her head and grabbed her outer shirt and pulled it out.

After seeing the conspicuous red dress inside, Wang's face turned pale, and then, as if remembering something, she took two steps back, and finally fell to the ground.

She shook her head and muttered intermittently: "Impossible...it can't be like this...I won't...I won't..."

Fu Zhenhong interrupted Wang's murmur, and asked directly: "So am I right?"

Wang Shi nodded, looking a little dazed.

Wu Zhi came over, he stood beside Fu Zhenhong, and asked, "Did you find it when you were tidying Wang's hair at the beginning?"

Fu Zhenhong hummed and gave Wu Zhi an affirmative answer.

Wu Zhi was not surprised.

At that time, he noticed that his husband's gaze stayed on Wang's collar for a moment, which was not normal.

Thinking about it now, it was at that time that Pan Jinlian vaguely saw the corner of the red dress inside, and quickly judged that something was wrong with the Wang family.

From Pan Jinlian's point of view, Wang's sadness is not fake, but on the night of her daughter's burial, she wore a red dress to pay homage to her daughter. This is too contradictory, and there are obviously many doubts.

Judging from Wang's remarks, it seems that due to some factors, his thinking was temporarily controlled.It's a bit like splitting the mind into two states, and another individual with independent thinking is derived.

The former is affected by the outside world, it may be due to poisonous gas, or it may be due to drugs or other things.

As for the latter, it is more likely that the ego splits out.This kind of situation, Wu Zhi once encountered when following that genius doctor in the soul state.

Thinking of this, Wu Zhi turned his attention to Wang.He recalled what Wang said just now, and thought of the fragrance he smelled from Wang's daughter, so he asked, "Did your daughter come into contact with a special fragrance from the ancient tomb?"

After finishing the sentence, Wu Zhi seemed to feel that the question was not specific enough, and said again: "Or, did your daughter take anything from the ancient tomb?"

Wang paused, and recalled carefully: "When we woke up, there was indeed something extra in her sleeve."

Wu Zhi asked, "What is it?"

Wang said: "A bronze mirror the size of a palm."

Fu Zhenhong said: "Is there a smell on the bronze mirror?"

Wang nodded: "Yes, it smells like peonies."

Wu Zhi and Fu Zhenhong looked at each other, and Fu Zhenhong asked again: "Where is the bronze mirror now?"

Mrs. Wang hesitated, pursed her lips, and twitched her fingers hanging by her side, as if she was considering how to answer this question.

Fu Zhenhong was not in a hurry, and waited patiently for Wang to speak.

After more than ten seconds, Wang said: "The material of that bronze mirror is very different from the bronze mirrors sold in the market. I think that bronze mirror is very unlucky and I want to throw it away, but Lingling hides it. Later For some reason, the bronze mirror was ground into powder and packed in bags like spices."

Wu Zhi didn't speak, he thought of the hallucinogenic spice that Zhou Yu's subordinates mentioned in the afternoon.

So the phantom spice is powder ground from a bronze mirror?

Wu Zhi was thinking about it, Wu Song who was standing on the other side frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "Is it your daughter who ground that bronze mirror into powder, or is it another yourself?"

Wang said: "It's Lingling."

Wu Zhi pointed to the censer: "Is the incense in it mixed with a small amount of bronze mirror powder?"

Wang nodded.