Skilled in managing a house

Gill Manor.

Zhang Yu and Zhang Yinling came up from the basement, but this clue was gone. When I got out of the villa, I saw my disciples busy in the big yard, some boxing and some practicing formations.

They were all in high spirits, and even Zhu Jiuzhen mingled with the big guys.

Zhang Yu made a symbolic inspection and walked towards the villa in the main building. As soon as he entered, Zhang Yu's eyes unconsciously fell to the basement stairs.

Last night, Miss Allen went to the basement first and said that those paintings were left by the former sister Ronnie. Zhang Yu had no interest in foreign oil paintings, but he still felt that there seemed to be something wrong in it. He couldn't explain it clearly, so he simply walked towards the stairs.

The little girl followed him, and the two of them came to the basement together. Zhang Yinling knew the light switch and turned it on directly.

The basement here is larger, and as soon as you go down there is a relatively spacious living room with a circle of sofas, a drink bar, a refrigerator and freezer, and so on. Opposite the living room is a large room with double doors. If you look inside, you can see something that looks like a movie screen.

However, Zhang Yu did not see those oil paintings and asked, "Where do you put the things you moved down yesterday?"

"The screening room inside is really grand in a rich person's home. Private theaters are so big." The little girl said, walked into the big room, and turned on the lights.

Zhang Yu followed and walked in, and his eyes suddenly opened up. Good guy, this place is really big, almost like a screening room in a movie theater.

There is a large screen in the front, four rows of seats in the back, and each row of seats is equipped with a coffee table.

There is a very wide distance between the seats and the big screen. There are many things placed here. There are three piles of oil paintings alone. There are also several boxes. Because the lids are not covered, you can see that there are many things inside. Less clothes. Men's, women's, everything.

Zhang Yu walked to a pile of oil paintings and looked at them. At best, Zhang Yu could only get a rough idea of ​​the quality of the paintings, and they had to be oriental paintings. Some of the Western oil paintings are extremely abstract, and Zhang Yu's aesthetic ability cannot be appreciated at all.

However, Zhang Yu still picked up the pile of oil paintings in front of him one by one, looked at them roughly, then put them aside, and then picked them up to look at them one by one.

Zhang Yinling didn't understand what Zhang Yu meant. She looked at Zhang Yu curiously and said, "You still know how to paint?"

"I don't understand." Zhang Yu said truthfully.

"Then what you're looking at is so impressive. I thought you knew how to appreciate it." Zhang Yinling curled her lips.

"Just looking around." Zhang Yu said and walked to another pile of oil paintings.

This pile of oil paintings was relatively large. Zhang Yu looked at two of them, and when he saw the third one, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

This oil painting depicts the Virgin Mary. The Virgin Mary looks like she is feeding a child, but her arms are empty. It looks so incongruous.

More importantly, Zhang Yu could feel that this painting seemed to have been blessed with a formation, but now it has expired, with only a little residue left. It is estimated that the person who designed the mechanism did not use the formation afterwards. The law was removed.

This discovery made Zhang Yu very puzzled. Could it be that Sister Luo Ni also knows the formation?

Zhang Yu glanced around and said, "There are a lot of paintings here. I heard from Zhang Qingfeng that they were all moved from your room."

"It's not just in my room, there's also a room on the fifth floor that looks like a study. I didn't like the paintings, so I had them picked off." Zhang Yinling said.

"Then where did you pick this painting?" Zhang Yu asked.

Zhang Yinling took one look and said bluntly: "It was taken off in the study room on the fifth floor."

"It looks like a good painting. What's wrong with it?" Zhang Yu asked deliberately.

"I don't know, I just don't like it, so I might as well go with Taishang Laojun." Zhang Yinling curled her lips and said.

Zhang Yu couldn't help but smile, and immediately remembered the two large-volume oil paintings he had just seen, one was of God and the other was of Jesus. On the one hand, Taoists could not appreciate their portraits; on the other hand, Taoism Different people do not work together.

Zhang Yu put the painting in his hand aside alone, and then picked up the painting below to appreciate it. It's better to say that it's appreciation than it is to find fault. He wanted to see if any of the remaining paintings were like this.

After reading this pile, I found nothing else. Zhang Yu looked at the last pile of paintings again, but there was nothing special about them.

He picked up the painting of the Virgin Mary and looked at it again. After all, the formations in the West were somewhat different from those in the East. In addition, there was only a little remnant of the formations. It was not that easy to determine the role of the formations. .

Zhang Yu closed his eyes and touched the screen with one hand, feeling the breath of the formation on it.

There was too little aura in the formation, so Zhang Yu penetrated the aura little by little through his own true energy.

Finally, the darkness in front of him changed, and such a scene appeared.

A woman in white clothes holds a little boy in her arms. The appearance of this woman in white clothes seems somewhat similar to the Virgin Mary in the picture, but a little different. The Virgin Mary in the picture looks very kind, but this woman gives people a weird feeling.

The child in her arms was sleeping soundly. After a few seconds, her eyelids began to loosen and she slowly opened her eyes.

Finally, the little boy's eyes opened completely. But at this moment, his eyes were no longer the cute and ignorant color before, but turned into blood red in an instant, looking so terrifying. A smile appeared on the little boy's lips. It was a sinister smile.

Along with his evil smile, the little boy's body gradually began to turn into a shadow, getting lighter and lighter, and disappeared after a moment.

Zhang Yu's head was once again filled with darkness.

He opened his eyes and recalled what he had just seen. This so-called Virgin is not a Virgin at all, and this little boy clearly looks like a devil.

"Come on, let's go upstairs and have a look." Zhang Yu said.

"What are you looking at?" Zhang Yinling asked puzzledly.

"Just go to the study room you mentioned." Zhang Yu said.

"Have you discovered anything?" The little girl became curious.

"I'm not sure, so I'd better go and take a look first," Zhang Yu said.

He lifted the painting with both hands, and Zhang Yinling helped beside him. The two of them went up from the basement and followed the stairs to the fifth floor.

Zhang Yu lives on this floor. The room the little girl mentioned is diagonally opposite Zhang Yu's room, which is exactly opposite the room where Miss Allen stayed that night.

When I walked in, I saw that this room was not small, it was a typical European-style study room.

In the study room, there are desks and chairs, as well as a row of bookcases and two chairs that can hold flower pots. On one wall, there are obvious traces of hanging paintings and calligraphy. But right now, it's empty and all the paintings have been taken off.

Zhang Yu looked around and said, "Where is this painting hung?"

"Well, let me think about it." The little girl scratched her head and pointed to the position across the desk, "It seems to be here."

"Are you sure?" Zhang Yu came to the location mentioned by Zhang Yinling.

"That's what I remember." Zhang Yinling wasn't sure. After all, she didn't pay attention at the time.

There are nails for hanging paintings on the wall, and Zhang Yu hung the painting of the Virgin Mary on it.

Generally speaking, the back of the place where calligraphy and paintings have been hung is much cleaner than the place next to it, and will not be stained with smoke and dust. The painting and the surrounding traces are also in perfect harmony. It seems that it is absolutely right, it is here.

While Zhang Yu was looking at it, he stepped back to have a better view.

There was a soft "click" sound. Because he was too absorbed in watching, Zhang Yu's leg inadvertently touched the chair behind the desk.

He turned around subconsciously, and then his heart moved, "Could it be like this?"

Zhang Yinling couldn't see anything wrong with the painting. She just looked at Zhang Yu. Seeing Zhang Yu's expression was different, she asked, "What else did you find?"

"Don't you think there's something missing in this painting?" Zhang Yu asked back.

Zhang Yinling glanced at the painting and said, "The woman in the painting seems to be holding a child, but there is nothing in her arms. If I say it, the person who painted it is too careless."

"That's right!" Zhang Yu said firmly.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yinling asked.

"I'm not sure now, but the things in Jill's family are really full of weirdness. We are still too unfamiliar with this place. If we can find someone who knows their family and ask for details, maybe we can determine what happened. It’s something.” Zhang Yu said.

"I think the only thing I can do about this kind of thing is Miss Allen," Zhang Yinling said.

"Look for her." Zhang Yu nodded and said, "We can only look for her."

"It was because of her that I bought this house in the first place. The result was great, it was just troublesome and it even got me involved." The little girl pouted.

"I can't blame her. I was determined to buy it. Didn't they also pay for it in advance?" Zhang Yu said helpfully.

"This big house is nice, but there are too many things. Although I am not afraid of trouble, I am still unlucky enough." Zhang Yinling picked up her chin, faced the direction of Zhang Yu, and continued: "But that person named Jill, It’s even more unlucky that he can lose all such a huge family fortune.”

At this point, her eyes happened to fall behind Zhang Yu, on the bookcase on the other side of the desk. There seems to be something on top of the bookcase.

She immediately pointed there and said, "Zhang Yu, what do you think that is?"

Zhang Yu turned his head and looked in the direction of her finger. From where Zhang Yu was standing, he couldn't see it at all.

Zhang Yu walked to Zhang Yinling's side and looked up. He was taller than the little girl. He could see clearly that he looked like a blue thing.

"There really is something. Let me go over and have a look." Zhang Yu walked under the bookcase and raised his hand, but did not touch it.

Zhang Yu dragged the table over, stood on the table and took a look, this time carefully. The thing on it seems to be a book. The outer cover is blue and hard-shelled. It is very delicate and shiny. The shell was opened and it was stuck between the ceiling and the bookcase, so that the little girl could find it.

"Why is this book still here?" Zhang Yu took the book down and continued to look at it. There were English words on the outer cover, but he couldn't understand what was written.

When I opened it and looked at the paper inside, I realized that it was not a book, but a notepad.

It's all handwritten in English. Although I don't recognize it, after turning a few pages, I can probably tell that it looks like a diary. Because there are dates marked on them.

"What is this?" Zhang Yinling asked while standing under the table.

"It seems to be a diary." Zhang Yu said.

"Who is so bored? Put the diary on that." Zhang Yinling muttered.

"Yes." Zhang Yu couldn't help but groan, recalling the way the diary was laid out. It doesn't look like it was put up properly, but it looks like someone threw it up. Otherwise, the hard shell of the cover wouldn't get stuck.

Zhang Yu immediately said: "Call Zhao Hua right away and ask him to come up."

"Okay." Zhang Yinling took out her mobile phone and dialed Zhao Hua's number.

As soon as it was said that Zhang Yu asked him to come up, Zhao Hua immediately agreed.

The little girl put down the phone and Zhang Yu had already jumped down from the table. Zhang Yinling said: "I must not understand. Let him come over and translate."

"You are smart." Zhang Yu smiled.

"I'm always smart." Zhang Yinling said proudly.

It didn't take three minutes before fast footsteps sounded in the corridor. Zhao Hua entered the study and greeted politely, "Master, Grand Master, I'm here."

"Zhao Hua, come here. Take a look at what's written here." Zhang Yu said directly, holding a notepad.

"Yes." Zhao Hua came to Zhang Yu, took the notepad, opened it, looked at it, and said, "This is a diary."

"Can you tell who wrote it?" Zhang Yu asked.

"The name above is Lumagir," Zhao Hua said.

"It's also Jill. Look at the above content. Is there anything special?" Zhang Yu said: "Also, take a look at when this diary was written and when it was written."

"This date is quite old. The first page is seventeen years ago." Zhao Hua said.

"Seventeen years ago. Keep reading." Zhang Yu pointed at the diary and said.

Zhao Hua lowered his head and watched. While reading, he also translated at the same time. He looked really serious.

However, the content in the diary is really not useful. I talked for a long time and it was all about investing in gold.

"Gold has fallen again today. It has been falling for a month. Halloween is a week away, but all I can feel now is the cold. Tomorrow! If it doesn't rise tomorrow, I don't know if I can close my position."

"Today, a young man from the East came to my house. This young man is really weird. He actually said that this year's Halloween will be the day of my death. However, he is really amazing. He can tell me about my past, so I have to believe it. He said Can it really help me change my destiny? He just took out a scarecrow and a blank yellow paper. Miraculously, he could draw red words on the yellow paper with his fingers, like blood. Same. His nails touched the pads of my fingers, and blood dripped from my fingers, dripping on the yellow paper. As long as he shook the scarecrow, it would light up on its own. Weird, I still remember his appearance at that time, why? Now I can’t remember it at all. He only said his name was Mr. Zhen. Oh, right, he also told me one thing specifically, asking me to take good care of my daughter. He said that although my daughter is not my biological child , but it is connected to my destiny. I really don’t understand how he found out about this secret. At that time, Roni just came into my room to bring me coffee. I asked him why he was connected to my destiny, and he said We were connected before, and Ronnie wouldn't survive this Halloween. What I didn't expect is that although my destiny has changed, the fact that Ronnie and I are connected has still not changed."