What happened at Xilai Hotel was really weird. I know that Xilai Hotel is a place where strange things always happen. I have heard about this. However, judging from what happened today, it was man-made. However, Dong Jun's paintings did make Xilai Hotel more weird.
Many people like to come to this place to eat, just to experience the atmosphere.
I went to find Mao Xiaoli. It was my first time interacting with her. One reason was that she was young after all and was just a child in my eyes. Another reason was that Mao Xiaoli was really a person that I couldn't figure out.
Mao Xiaoli was a little surprised that I came to see her.
"It's about Ren Feng."
Mao Xiaoli was startled and took a long time to speak.
"I did teach her the method, but I didn't expect the regret would be so severe."
"What method?"
"this… "
"Someone's dead, don't you know? The sons of those two have come to your house, and it seems that you can't escape, so you must be careful. As for the method, if you want to tell me, then tell me. If you don't want to tell me, then I can't do anything."
Mao Xiaoli covered her face and cried.
"Master Ke, please help me."
"I'll try my best, but you have to tell me what method you used."
Mao Xiaoli's husband came to pick her up. He was a very nice man and I had met him twice.
I told him what happened, and he looked at Mao Xiaoli in surprise. He didn't expect her to do such a thing.
"Why?"
"Because Ren Feng and I are friends, and I don't have many friends, so when my friend asked me for help, I helped him. Who would have known that something so big would happen?"
"You don't have to blame yourself. Maybe it has nothing to do with you."
Mao Xiaoli told me that day that it was a painting. There was a painting in that room. It was painted by Dong Jun. Of course, it was the earliest painting, not the kind of painting that is difficult to understand now.
The painting was painted with the dead person's blood, dark black blood.
Then I understood. I went to Xilai Building and entered the room. There was a painting hanging opposite the dining table. The painting showed the backs of two people, a man and a woman, walking forward hand in hand.
It was a piece of grass, and the location of the Yin blood used was not the sun, but a color closer to the black-red sun. It was the color of the back, and you could see it. I stared at it and after a while I felt very panicked, as if I couldn't breathe, so I left immediately.
It is a kind of Yin painting killing method, absolutely weird. I don't know what the principle is, but I can't get rid of it just by looking at it. I am always thinking about it, but looking at it makes you panic, afraid, and sweaty, and problems will arise slowly.
This was something I didn't expect. Dong Jun stood on me and scared me.
"Did you find anything?"
"That's the problem with the painting."
"I've seen it, I know it, how do we solve this problem?"
"We'll talk to that person tomorrow."
The next day, we looked for the man.
"You put forward the conditions, and things have already come to this. No one will believe that someone was killed with a painting."
"Yes, of course no one believed me. I had already seen it, but I didn't die. I lived here for two years because I covered the paintings every time. It was indeed a bit tempting, and it did make your heart exceed its tolerance. They are dead. What I need is this building."
I was stunned. This kid has such a big mouth. Will Dong Jun agree
Dong Jun thought for a long time and said.
"Okay, let's get the formalities done tomorrow!"
Dong Jun was very calm.
"Well, that's it. The rest are Mao Xiaoli and you."
"What does it have to do with me?"
"Yes, when you burned them, why didn't you burn them together, but separated them by two people? They were husband and wife, and they were not burned separately. What do you mean?"
"This is all arranged. The cabinets are numbered and burned from small to large. When you stored them, there were no consecutive numbers. I don't know this. I can't ask who is a couple, right?"
"I don't care. You have to find a way anyway."
This man is a bit unreasonable.
"I can do it, but I want to ask, what will happen if I don't burn it continuously?"
"You know better than I do."
Actually, I know that Bu Lianshao was originally a couple, but they were no longer a couple in the next life. They didn’t get enough of being a couple and still wanted to be a couple. I really don’t know.
"How do you know this?"
"Of course I know about this. To be honest, Mao Xiaoli and I are very familiar with each other. She has mentioned such things before, so I know that my parents love each other very much."
"Do you know Mao Xiaoli?"
"Yes, in fact we were in a relationship, but she had a weird temper, so we broke up later. That's it. She might have really done this to me, or she might not have done it on purpose. I know Mao Xiaoli is very kind, and the reason I let her go is because she had been so nice to me for two years."
I shook my head. The matter was over and Dong Jun’s building was gone.
I found a paper-making master that day. There is a paper-making shop in the west corner of our small town. The owner is He Ping, whom I know. His paper-making is an old technique. His family has been practicing the art for hundreds of years. Their paper-making is absolutely amazing. If you look at it from a distance, the paper-making looks so real, with both form and spirit fully realized.
I found He Ping and asked him to make a paper figure for me, which was the man’s mother, holding a photo.
"Master Ke, I want to have a drink today?"
"That's certainly not a problem."
He Ping married a beautiful wife, a very nice woman. She cooked for us, and the food was really good. We drank, we always drank together.
"Your paper craftsmanship is truly amazing. If you put a paper figure on the roadside late at night, no one would deny that it is real."
"I dare not lose something passed down from my ancestors, so I study it when I have nothing to do. In fact, the most amazing one is my ancestor. People say that the legs of the paper figures he made must be tripped with black thread, otherwise they would move around in the middle of the night."
I burst out laughing.
"Really, no kidding."
I don't really believe this. It's just a joke. A paper man can walk? It's simply nonsense.
I drank a little too much that day, and He Ping told me to come back three days later to get the piercing done.
When I got home, Xiaozhe had already fallen asleep, but my father was still reading.
"Xiao Zuo, drink less. Drinking won't solve the problem."
I know that I have been drinking more since Yun Bai left this house, especially during this period, because I feel that I am the most cowardly man in the world. Yun Bai was seduced, but I was powerless. Watching her go in and out of the rich family made me feel the most incompetent.
The next day at work, Dong Jun came before I finished my work, and I asked him to wait for me in the office.
After finishing work, I went to the office and saw Dong Jun sitting there smoking.
"I gave that building to that kid, but something happened last night. Someone died, hanged in a room."
I was stunned. How could this be possible
"The police investigated. Of course, they didn't know about the transaction between us. The formalities were supposed to be done tomorrow, but he took over Xilai first. What do you think I..."
I understand what Dong Jun means.
"That building is still yours. It has always been yours. His parents' death has nothing to do with you. Your wife is already dead."
Dong Jun nodded, it seems that this kid is not destined to enjoy this life.
I went home and hung the painting Dong Jun gave me in my room. Looking at the painting, it was absolutely weird. After a while, a woman with disheveled hair appeared. It was Dong Jun’s wife. As I was looking at her, the disheveled woman actually tied her hair up. She was a pretty woman. I was startled and turned my head away immediately. The weirdness of this painting made me confused. So, I am afraid that Dong Jun has also left his focus on painting and is now…
Thinking of this, I broke out in a cold sweat. This was something I had not expected. In fact, I should have thought of this a long time ago.
I went to get the pierced person, and that pierced person was really beautiful. No matter what, I had promised to do something for the person, so I had to do it.
Take the stabbed person to the office and burn it when you have time tomorrow, and the matter will be resolved.
After putting the stabbed man in the office, I left the crematorium and went to Dong Jun's Xilai Building. Some people were eating in the private room, so I went into Dong Jun's studio. It was a big studio, a big room with a bed next to it and the rest were things related to paintings. Three walls were covered with paintings, all of which were incomprehensible.
"I think you should come out and stop painting these pictures. The pictures in that room are very beautiful. I believe you are a good painter."
"No, I think there are people who can understand these paintings, just like you."
He smiled a little weirdly, and that weirdness made you a little scared.
That day I chatted with Dong Jun and drank in the studio, and I felt a negative energy. It was definitely a negative energy, there was no doubt about it. It seemed that Dong Jun was doing something evil. So there might be other questions about the man who hanged himself in Xilai, but I won't pursue them or ask about them, as it is a meaningless thing.
After leaving Dong Jun's studio, I went to He Dana. I wanted to ask him if he had any solution. But I didn't ask because I felt it was useless. I just sat there for a while and then went home.
Actually, this is also good. Regardless of whether Yun Bai was seduced or not, I think she is living a good life in a rich family. I just need to let it go. But I can't let it go. This man's method is a bit too much. If you try to win a person's heart or use a person like this, it's a fucked up thing.
At first, Yun Bai was used for the wealth of the rich family, but later he fell in love with her? Or, anyway, the boss of the rich family did not get married and did not find other women, which is a fact.
The snow stopped coming, and I knew that maybe we were no longer together.
When I got to work and entered the office, I was stunned. The stabbing was gone, and my partner had already changed his clothes and was sitting there drinking tea.
"Where's my prick?"
"What? I came into the room and it's not there, but the door is not locked."
I touched the key. I forgot to lock the door yesterday. What would anyone do with that
I looked everywhere but couldn't find it. It was really strange. After the body was burned, I went to He Ping's place.
"It's really sick to stab someone and get stolen. Get me another one."
"Stolen? What good would it do for someone to steal it? Then he ran away."
I shuddered.
"You must be joking. Don't scare me."
"You don't believe it?"
"I don't believe it."
"Well, you stay here with me tonight, and then you'll know."
I simply don't believe that if a person who stabs someone can run away, wouldn't the world be in chaos
He Ping and I were drinking, and he asked me about some things about the crematorium. It seemed that he was a little interested in this. In fact, everyone has asked me about some things about the crematorium, but I don’t like to talk about things about the crematorium.
At midnight that day, He Ping took me into a room in the backyard, where there were six figurines. They were all painted and placed there just like real people. I was shocked.
"Why is it colored?"
"This is called a piercing. The ones without color are called Su piercing, which are used for the dead. In fact, we generally think that piercing is used for the dead, but it is not. More than a hundred years ago, or even longer, these piercings were used for performances. They move by themselves. This is a strange thing. When my father first taught you this, I didn't believe it, but later I believed it. Three of these piercings belong to my father, and the others are made by me. Come in."
We went in, he closed the door, and sat down and talked.
"Just sit there for a while, there's some popularity, and then they'll move."
Sure enough, the person moved and I jumped up immediately.
"Don't make a fuss. They are just paper figures. Nothing will happen to them."
Those stabbing people started moving, He Ping said after a few minutes.
"alright."
We came out to the yard and I asked.
"So where did that prick in my office go?"
"I don't know about that, but maybe you can come back in two days. If you recognize the prickly person, it will be yours."
He Ping's words became more and more evil, and I couldn't help but feel scared. (To be continued)