hearse drift

"Wait a while to make a good person, so it looks like this, and it's so soft."

Just seeing the lyrics of the Peony Pavilion on the letter, Fang Li already guessed that this might be the letter written by the scholar back then.

Zhu Yicheng pinched the letter and asked for confirmation: "This is consistent with the information the teahouse owner told us, so it is the younger sister who is entangled with the scholar, right?"

Before Fang Li could answer, the bald man asked, "What sister?"

He found this revealing letter in the well just by luck, but he knew nothing about the story behind the letter.

"Mr. Gui's younger sister." Fang Li said.Since the bald man showed them all such important clues, Fang Li didn't mind telling him what he knew.

"So you mean that the ghost this time is my younger sister?" After listening to Fang Li briefly telling the story about the two brothers and sisters of the Gui family, the bald brother asked.

Zhu Yicheng couldn't help but nodded, and said, "That's pretty much what it means, as long as you can understand it."

"No," Fang Li said suddenly, "it's not necessarily my sister."

From the original point of view, whether she hanged herself in grief or died in depression, the possibility that the dead sister is a ghost is very high.

But after going to the cemetery, Fang Li's idea that his sister is a ghost was shaken.

And the person who made him shake was none other than the housekeeper.

Fang Li looked carefully at the cemetery. The moment the housekeeper stood in front of the grave, his old face showed not only sadness and nostalgia, but also a kind of resentment.

Fang Li couldn't help being curious. According to common sense, the housekeeper and Gui Wen are in a master-servant relationship. Besides, he watched Gui Wen grow up, so he should have some affection.

What happened between the two of them that made him show such an expression to his master who had been dead for many years?

Fang Li was in a hurry to leave the dungeon, but he was not in a hurry to find out who the real ghost was.Because he focused on the butler and regarded the butler as a breakthrough in this game.The most urgent task is to find out the identity of the housekeeper and his secrets.

"Hey, that's what I thought too." Fang Li was engrossed in his thoughts when the bald brother said, "Who stipulates that ghosts are younger sisters?"

Fang Li's eyes lit up when he heard the words: "Oh?"

"Then tell me who else it might be?" Zhu Yicheng puffed his cheeks like a puffer fish suffocating.

The bald brother pondered for a moment, and then said surprisingly: "Mr. Gui."

"Didn't it mean that their brother and sister's relationship is so good that there is no room for a third person? Maybe this relationship is a relationship between a man and a woman? What is impossible in the dungeon? Who stipulates that Mr. Gui is still alive now?" The bald brother rolled his eyes. Turn, "You youngsters, don't say that I have a dirty mind, isn't this a reasonable guess."

"..."

Although this conjecture is indeed a bit far-fetched in the eyes of a few "young people", but what he said is not unreasonable. Before the truth comes out, everything is possible.

Fang Li returned the letter: "This should be a prop, but I don't know what it will do." This letter was written by the scholar to his sister, and it was the beginning of everything.

His behavior of leaving the props delivered to the door and not grabbing them also shows that he is of good character. The bald brother's favor for him has risen to another level, almost raising him from the level of "communicable" to "trustworthy". level.

"Yes, big brother, don't be greedy, good quality."

However, after all, he did not put the letter away.

"I've got to put this letter back in the well," he said. "It's a weird thing. Kiki was the one who went crazy this morning, wasn't she? Believe it."

Hearing this, Zhao Xiaotong was a little surprised: "Trust? How did she know?"

"Yeah, I was wondering too. It was dark and windy last night, and there was no light at all. How did she know that I got the letter?" The bald man paused, and continued: "So I Tell her that I don't know what letter, and her eyes immediately turn wrong, looking at me as if she was looking at a little girl, and she will rush up and peel my skin in the next second."

Fang Li ticked the corner of his mouth because of this description, but quickly suppressed it.

"You mean she went crazy after asking you to believe it?"

"Yes, it looked quite normal before, but I couldn't be more intimate with my boyfriend."

Speaking of her boyfriend, Xiang Luping, he felt worthless for this girl with his bald head.

This girl died tragically, Xiang Luping couldn't see any sadness at all.

And the one named Mu Junbo is even more so.

Although this kind of thing is not uncommon, husband and wife are originally birds in the same forest, and they fly separately when disaster strikes.But when I saw it with my own eyes, I still couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Fang Li frowned.

With Xie Baiyuan leading him all the way up, the dungeons he has really experienced are not too many.Therefore, this is the first time he has encountered such a debuff item that brings disaster to people.

Although the bald head looks big-hearted, in fact his mind is very delicate.If he hadn't discovered the problem with the letter, Fang Li would have subconsciously thought it was a useful prop.

They went back to the yard together, Fang Li waited for someone to cover, pretended to be passing by with his bald head, and threw the letter back into the well.

After so many years, the well has long since dried up, and the letter wrapped in oil paper has not even echoed at all.

The bald head exchanged glances with them and walked back to his room.

When it was time to have lunch, Fang Li waited for others to go to the hall, and saw a few people sneaking out of the hall from a distance.

"Is there something stuffed in their arms?" Zhao Xiaotong asked sharply.

Fang Li took a closer look and found that the group of people really looked like they were carrying something with their arms bulging.

Zhao Xiaotong muttered: "It can't be a painting on the screen..."

Fang Li's heart moved, he stepped forward quickly, and stopped the two people who were going to sneak around them.

"What's in your arms?" His tone was quite forceful, not only the two people on the opposite side, but also Zhu Yicheng and others behind him were taken aback.

Zhu Yicheng tugged at Zhao Xiaotong's sleeve, and asked in a low voice, "Have you noticed that Fang Li..."

Zhao Xiaotong was still waiting for his next words, Zhu Yicheng seemed to be unable to find a suitable adjective all of a sudden, stuck for a long time before saying: "Grow up?"

Zhao Xiaotong rolled his eyes at him as expected. "This is obviously stable."

The two people who were questioned by Fang Li insisted that they didn't take anything, but Fang Li didn't say anything, and directly reached out and pulled down the zipper of one of the jackets.

The two rolled paintings just fell out.

Zhu Yicheng opened his mouth and swallowed the words.

He wanted to say that this is not prudent, this is clearly so arrogant as if he was a different person.

Thinking about it carefully, there is no trace of cowardice in Fang Li now, he is simply the epitome of Xie Baiyuan now.

Calm, with a bit of arrogance.

It's just that Fang Li is not so obvious, and he probably won't be able to notice this change.

Seeing that the action was exposed, the man was a little annoyed and wanted to do something, but Fang Li grabbed his collar first.

"..." Fang Li was also aware of his emotional fluctuations. He said "Sorry" lightly, let go of the man's neckline, and bent over to pick up the painting on the ground.

The more Zhu Yicheng watched, the more startled he became. When he leaned over, he quickly stepped forward to block between the few people, acting like an old hen protecting the chick, and guarded against the sudden attack of the two opposite people.

As soon as he started painting, Fang Li's brain received the strange touch from his fingertips.

It should be said that these two paintings were cut from the screen with a knife or something, but the cuts did not pierce the hand, but presented a smooth feeling.

The whole painting is smooth and delicate to the touch, and it feels like human skin...

Fang Li cursed in his heart, these two idiots who tore up the painting, couldn't even notice this strangeness?

He didn't unfold the painting, but directly reached out to ask another person, "Where did you take it?"

The man hesitated at first and didn't really want to hand it over, but Fang Li's tone had turned cold: "Didn't I warn you that painting is dangerous, and you just want to die that much?!"

The person who stole the painting had a guilty conscience, and when he said so, no matter how reluctant he was, he still took the painting out of his clothes with reluctance.

Holding these four paintings in his hand, Fang Li's scalp felt numb, as if he saw four pieces of freshly peeled human skin in his hand.

Just now, the moment he touched the painting, some familiar pictures appeared in his mind.

There is a kind of painting called Immortal in Painting, which can keep the dead alive.

This kind of painting not only pays attention to painting skills, but also pays great attention to pigments and even the paper used for painting.

And the raw materials used for these paintings are very abnormal.

The painting paper needs to use the intact human skin, and the paint used for painting needs to be ground into powder from human bones and added to it.

It's hard to say whether these four paintings were drawn in this way, but judging from the current feel and the influence of these paintings on people, it probably is.

"Didn't you tell us that these paintings hide secrets?" One of them muttered dissatisfied.

Fang Li's thoughts were interrupted, he just glanced at the man, and said nothing to him.

"Then you can take the painting and go far away. No matter what happens, it has nothing to do with me."

He can now understand the inner feelings of those veterans who brush dungeons with newcomers. You can rely on intelligence and luck to avoid the attacks of ghosts, but you can't prevent your teammates from hitting themselves with knives.

He was still recalling that this painting seemed to have the ability to capture people's hearts, but how to decipher the power of the painting, he really had no idea at all.

Memories seem to have been shattered and then put back together indiscriminately.He could recall the production process of this painting, but he forgot all about the cracking method behind it.

Really can't think of anything useful, Fang Li wanted to put the painting back, but this thing was cut with a razor blade, once it was cut off, it couldn't be pasted back.

He had no choice but to put the paintings in his bag first, and prepared to hide them on the bed in the empty room and cover them with pillows and quilts.This seems to be the safest course of action so far.

But the good screen is missing four paintings, leaving only four empty windows, which will naturally attract everyone's attention.

Fortunately, the butler was still not there. Fang Li asked a servant, who said that the butler had gone out and would not be back until tomorrow morning.

He hid the painting, and together with Zhu Yicheng, continued to lay the floor in Zhao Xiaotong's house.

It is said that there are dreams every day and dreams at night. On this night, Fang Li dreamed of his lover, Xie Baiyuan after a long absence.