"Police station?" Zhang Jianfeng nodded thoughtfully. Xiaolan, who was leaning on the bed, saw Xiaoqing's face turning pale with anger. She wanted to laugh but tried her best to hold it back. Xiao Qing said in her heart: "Okay, now we have gone to the police station. Let me see what you have in mind." But Zhang Jianfeng laughed and said: "This will be easier, Xiaolan, should you Wang Zhaojun Out of the blockade?" Xiaolan's face suddenly became paler than Xiaoqing's: "He may not be willing to buy our account!" Zhang Jianfeng sneered: "He won't? He has a life in our hands."
Sure enough, when the police chief heard that Zhang Jianfeng and Xiaolan were visiting, he felt like he was suffering from typhoid fever, with his face turning blue and white and his breathing erratic. The policeman on duty next to him saw that he was silent, so he came forward to please him and said, "Do you want me to send them away?" The director's plump ass had already left the chair, and he said in fear: "Just say I'm not here, and you can coax them away. ." As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Jianfeng's voice came from outside: "We are here to express our gratitude to the Director on behalf of classmate Li Zhuang. Why are you stopping me?" The Director suddenly fell back into his chair and gritted his teeth. : "Call... tell them to come in."
Zhang Jianfeng walked into the office with a smile, waited for Xiaolan to come in, and then closed the door with a bang. The "bang" sound made the director tremble all over. He then heard Zhang Jianfeng smile at him and say: "We haven't seen each other for dozens of days since the last murder case. I am so gratified that you are more elegant than before!" The director took a long breath and said: "The child is young and energetic, showing off his sharp edge. , it's no wonder. But who wins, do you know the pros and cons here?" Zhang Jianfeng pulled a chair for Xiaolan to sit on, then he slowly sat down and said: "I know, I know, so we don't care about this fat deer either. If you dare to ask for it, just give it to the Director. But - it's not good for us to be empty-handed. At least we need a little white rabbit, right?" Seeing them suddenly talking about Zen, Xiaolan was confused and couldn't help but turn to look at Zhang Jianfeng .
The director rolled his little eyes several times and said with a sly smile: "I wonder if there is such a little white rabbit in my bureau?" Zhang Jianfeng said: "Yes, yes. Your bureau seemed to like it a few decades ago. Homes were ransacked everywhere, and our school was also ransacked once, right?" The director's face changed drastically, and he stared at Zhang Jianfeng and Xiaolan with cold eyes, saying word by word: "You two are like a lion with its mouth wide open, this rabbit. It's so fat that even a deer can't stand it!" Zhang Jianfeng was secretly surprised. Many years have passed since this incident. Why do those who know the inside story change their expressions when it is mentioned? Could it be that this incident was too sensational and bizarre back then
He looked at Xiaolan who was silent and surprised next to him, pondered for a while, and said calmly: "But after all, it is just a rabbit, not a deer. We dare not force others to do anything, rabbits and deer cannot have both, which one takes and which one gives up, Sir, you can weigh it yourself."
The director's heart skipped a beat. The thing that worried him the most was of course the hair on his head. This young man thought he had figured this out and was very prepared to die together. He might end up in this small ditch. After thinking about it, he smiled again and said: "That's true, the deer is worth more than the rabbit after all. But..." He suddenly lowered his voice to an extremely weak level, stepped forward and said to the two of them: "This is the number one in this game. Top secret files, if accidentally leaked, not to mention rabbits, even people's heads will fly off." Xiaolan also whispered: "Top secret file No. 1 is about..." The director continued: "A mysterious case that was decided never to be disclosed after discussion by the parliament. The tragedy is packed in a gold foil box with seals written by successive directors." Zhang Jianfeng said: "Then how do we open it?" The director said: "Of course we don't start from the seal. We pry the other side without the seal, and then quietly Just carefully restore it to its original state."
Looking at the police chief's skillful movements, Zhang Jianfeng really doubted whether this man was a thief or a policeman. As the box made a slight noise, it was finally done. The director wiped his sweat, pressed the box tightly with his hand, looked at the two of them and said, "Do you believe in ghosts?" Zhang Jianfeng didn't expect him to ask this question suddenly, and gave a noncommittal "huh". Still pressing the box with his hand, he looked at the two of them seriously and asked: "Do you believe in ghosts?" Seeing that Zhang Jianfeng and Xiaolan just looked at each other, he continued: "I believe it, about a ghost that is only circulated in the police community. Secret legend: There are three secret cases in this gold foil box, and the plots are all terrible. Not only that, it is said that these files are very evil. People who read them will go crazy from then on, and even commit suicide or murder. So don't say anything. This box, no one dares to even enter this room." Zhang Jianfeng found it funny and said, "Is there any basis for your legend?" "Yes," the director nodded seriously, "If you don't believe it, you can ask your school The old professor, the student union officers and teachers who participated in recording this incident, and the people in the bureau at that time, except for a few who were still in isolation and treatment in the mental hospital, none of them survived more than five years. Those few who were crazy could only yell. With one sentence - something like 'Today, let you relive the evil consequences you planted back then' - it's terrible."
Zhang Jianfeng's body trembled slightly, and he immediately regained his composure. He walked up and held down the box and said, "Okay, you can go out. We will catch this rabbit ourselves." When the director heard this, he was as busy as if he had been pardoned. Sneaked out. Xiaolan's voice trembled and said: "Look at what he said so vividly. If this legend is true, would you still be able to open it?" Zhang Jianfeng said: "Of course, if you don't find out the source as soon as possible, the nightmare of the mourning hall classroom and Gudao Hongyi will be gone." If they don't stop, maybe their next prey will be you and me. As a Taoist disciple, I am deeply taught by my master and it is my duty to exorcise evil spirits and subjugate them. I will not run away, what about you?" He said in a small voice. Lan lowered her head and said quietly: "I will do whatever you want."
Zhang Jianfeng did not open the box, but picked it up and looked around. Finally, he put it to his ear and listened carefully for a while, and then said to Xiaolan who was looking at him inexplicably: "Are you a virgin?" Xiaolan's face turned red with embarrassment. , stared at Zhang Jianfeng fiercely: "Pervert, what does it have to do with you?" Zhang Jianfeng said; "Seeing as you are such a conservative dominatrix, I should lend you a hand." He couldn't help but grab Xiaolan's left hand, and sucked it into his mouth. Live on the index finger. "Ah!" Xiaolan screamed. It turned out that Zhang Jianfeng bit her index finger with his teeth. She was shocked and angry, and was about to hit him with his palm, but Zhang Jianfeng quickly stopped himself and said seriously: "What the director said is true, listen -" Then he put the box close to Xiaolan's ear, and there was a faint "beep" coming from inside. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The painful moan. Zhang Jianfeng opened the box again and said: "The reason why this box has the magic power to cause madness and death is because there are vengeful spirits inside. Once the box is opened, the vengeful spirits will absorb people's essence and blood. I am now preparing to use a virgin. Only when the resentful spirit is suppressed can the box be opened." After saying that, he bit his index finger and squeezed out a big drop of blood, which slowly melted with Xiaolan's drop to form a crystal-clear and round blood drop, which passed through the mark. seeped into the box. A strange cry of "Ah wow" suddenly came from the box, and white eyes curled up from the gaps around the edges. Xiaolan looked at Zhang Jianfeng in great surprise and said: "You are going to be..." Before she could finish her words, Zhang Jianfeng gave her a loud knock on the head: "If I had broken the precepts, I would have been kicked out of Zhongnan Mountain by Master!"
After the white smoke cleared, Zhang Jianfeng slowly opened the box. Under a piece of white paper are three thick stacks of files. Zhang Jianfeng first picked up the piece of white paper and looked at it, only to see a few lines of vague words printed with ink on it: Passed unanimously by the 47th plenary session of the Parliament in 1972, the resolution is as follows: These three major unsolved cases contain contents that the world cannot understand. The mysterious mystery contains an evil spirit that will last forever. The deceased has passed away. In order to avoid harming his descendants, a gold foil box is specially made and bound forever, never to be seen again. I also warn future generations that once the fire seal is broken, evil spirits will come out, evil spirits will overflow, and tragic events will happen again - those who open it will fall into the black blood of Naihe forever! "
Below was the seal of the parliament. Xiaolan's eyes widened and she hurriedly asked Zhang Jianfeng: "What is the black blood of Naihe?" Zhang Jianfeng said: "There are three bridges in hell - gold bridge, silver bridge and Naihe bridge. Among them There is a river of blood under the Naihe Bridge. It is said that the blood river is divided into two layers, the upper layer is raging red, and the lower layer is foul-smelling black ink. However, this legend has not been confirmed in the magic world." Xiaolan suddenly thought, "Black Naihe"? The name seemed familiar, and I couldn't help but feel a faint sense of ominousness in my heart. In a daze, I heard Zhang Jianfeng flicking the piece of paper aside and saying: "I really don't know what the parliament in 1972 was doing. It even believed unconfirmed rumors!"
Xiaolan felt very uncomfortable in her chest. She didn't want to look at the white paper anymore. She reached out and took out a file from the box. She saw four big characters clearly written on the brown paper: "Mourning Hall Classroom". Zhang Jianfeng cheered, immediately threw away the blank paper, grabbed the file and said with a smile: "It's really hard to find anywhere, it took no effort to get it. This trip is really worth it." Xiaolan asked calmly from the side: "Is the mourning hall classroom also a mystery?" Zhang Jianfeng was stunned for a moment, then realized that he had no answer. Xiaolan gently peeled off the cover and read through dozens of pages of densely packed files. Their hearts seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss.
Fang Tao is a Ph.D. in Architectural Engineering from Harvard University. When he was 40 years old, he returned to China with his wife Gillis to settle down. Unexpectedly, Gillis could not live a life in China, and friction between the two gradually increased. Within three years, she divorced Fang Tao and returned to the United States alone, leaving behind a son, Fang Wei, and a daughter, Fang Ying. Fang Wei was still studying at Cambridge University. Engineering subjects. Since his wife's separation, Fang Tao has been overstimulated and his character has become more and more withdrawn. Fortunately, his daughter Fang Ying is with him and offers constant advice.
Fang Ying was elegant and quiet by nature, and was deeply loved by Fang Tao. Seeing that her father was depressed all day long, she decided not to marry for the rest of her life. She just accompanied her father to travel around and relax every day. One day, when she arrived at a certain university, Fang Ying saw that it was surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the scenery was extremely beautiful. She liked it very much, so she decided to stay with her father for a few days.
On this day, Fang Ying went to the school's independent piano room as usual to practice piano. Fifteen minutes later, a fire suddenly broke out in the piano room. There was a strong wind at the time, and the fire was so fierce that it was impossible to save her. Fang Ying was burned alive beside the piano, and her soul disappeared from there.
Fang Tao was devastated when he learned of the unexpected disaster, and Fang Wei immediately flew back from the UK to help with the funeral arrangements. Fang Wei saw that the single practice room was on a small island, surrounded by water and only accessible by a small bridge. Moreover, several servants followed Fang Ying, making it difficult for outsiders to approach, so he suspected that it was the servant who followed Fang Ying. Inappropriate. So he asked all the servants of Qi Fang's family to ask him face to face in the lobby.
"You all have been working in the Fang family for many years," Fang Wei helped his father sit down on the wicker chair and said loudly, "I think the Fang family has always treated you well!" As he said that, he sighed. , continued: "Yingmei is dead, and she died in such an unclear way. I think she would not be willing to leave even on the road to hell. Therefore, we have the obligation to find the murderer and avenge her!"
The servants looked at each other, wondering what kind of medicine Fang Wei was selling in the gourd. The old housekeeper of the Fang family hurriedly stepped forward and responded: "We have tried our best to mobilize everyone to help find clues." "Have you found it?" "Because the fire was too big and the scene was full of ashes, so..." Fang Wei "Humph" He let out a cry and said, "Can't you find it? I have expected it. If you can find out anything, it means that the sun really rises from the west." The butler was stunned, and said with a smile: "I don't understand, young master." Expressly stated.”
"Of course I will make it clear!" Fang Wei swept his cold eyes across the entire lobby and said in a deep voice: "On the day of the accident, there were several servants waiting outside the piano room. Outsiders could not enter at all. I think the murderer is with you. Among these!" Fang Wei suddenly raised his voice an octave, pointed at a servant in the front row and shouted: "It's you, blond hair, who killed the young lady with such madness!"
The young man named Blond was stunned at first, and then he knelt down and shouted: "I didn't do it. It's unfair. I never got close to the lady. I really didn't do it. Master, please take a closer look!" Fang Tao trembled. He said: "You... Wei'er, do you have evidence?" Fang Wei smiled coldly: "Of course I have evidence, Blonde, you are the first person to report the bad news to the master. Do you dare to tell the master that day in public?" Repeating what he said, the blond held out his chest and said loudly: "Why don't you dare? After the accident, I hurriedly ran to tell the master: 'Something bad happened! The lady was burned to death! ..." "Stop it! Fang Wei said sharply: "The practice room was on fire, but Ying'er may not have been burned to death on the spot. How did you know that the young lady was dead at that time?" talk? ! It's just that you have a guilty conscience and are showing off, but you still don't admit it? ! "The blond man was stunned and remained silent for a long time.
At this moment, the old butler stepped forward and said, "Master, you blamed the wrong blonde. If it were me at that time, I would have said the same thing." Fang Wei was surprised and said, "How do you say this?" The butler Weeping: "I made the decision and told them to hide it from the master. There is no real culprit. The young lady is willing to be burned to death..." Fang Tao heard that his beard and hair stood on end, and he slammed his cane on the ground, trembling. The voice said: "You are talking nonsense! How could Ying'er... be willing??"
The housekeeper burst into tears and said: "Master, I have never been able to understand this matter. When the practice room caught fire that day, I was also present. While calling for people to put out the fire, I was preparing to lead people to rush in and rescue the young lady. Who knew that something would happen? At that time, we saw the young lady wearing strange clothes, holding a long object in her hand and slowly walking towards the burning house. I was overjoyed at the time, and I didn’t expect that the young lady was outside. I just shouted to the young lady to let her go. Hurry up and cross the bridge to a safe place. But the lady turned a deaf ear and walked into the burning door and disappeared for a while. I and others were shocked, and just as we were about to rush in, the house collapsed at that moment. , Miss naturally did not survive."
Fang Wei angrily scolded: "You're talking nonsense! Why can't Sister Ying think about these weird clothes? You guys obviously made them up to fool us!" The housekeeper hurriedly knelt down and took a step forward: "I am loyal to the Fang family, don't believe me The young master can question the servants that day. They all saw it. If there is any discrepancy, I am willing to accept any punishment." Fang Tao said numbly: "What kind of clothes?" The butler recalled: "The fly ash around is very big, and there are Through the thick smoke, I could only vaguely see that the young lady was wearing a floor-length skirt with a very wide and long hem, and her hair was combed in a high bun, as if there were hairpins in it." Fang Weigang wanted to refute, but Fang Tao waved his hand to stop him. He said to the housekeeper: "Remember, what you said today must not be mentioned to the second person again. Wei'er, you deal with those annoying police reporters for me. You all should step back, I want to be alone for a while." "Although Fang Wei was dissatisfied, seeing Fang Tao's serious expression, he had no choice but to keep silent and exit.
Fang Ying's death in an accidental fire naturally made headlines in major newspapers. Everyone in the Fang family kept silent about the matter. Fang Tao locked himself in the study alone and never left the room except to order people to carefully collect the Fang Ying. Except for Ying's ashes, most of them only sleep and stare at the books in the mahogany bookcase in a daze. Five months later, another piece of news shocked the media. Fang Tao, who was deeply grieved by the loss of his daughter, unusually resolutely took over the project of constructing and planning the first classroom building of the university and devoted himself to it with great enthusiasm.
Fang Wei was shocked when he heard the news, and quickly put down his work. When he came to Fang Tao's study, he saw the housekeeper standing beside him, and Fang Tao was carefully measuring a drawing on the desk. When he saw Fang Wei coming in, he nodded and said, "That's right, Wei'er, I have something to tell you. Please close the door first." Fang Wei closed the door as instructed and walked over. Fang Tao said: "Weier, you have been studying in the UK for a few years. How about coming over and taking a look at this lesson plan?" Fang Wei smiled and said: "How can a son dare to criticize his father?" He took it and looked at it, not much. At this time, his face had begun to turn pale. He put down the drawing for a while, looked at his father with a frightened look and said calmly: "This..." Fang Tao said lightly: "But it doesn't matter." Fang Wei said: "My son is not very talented and has little knowledge, but this building The design of the building does not seem to be in line with the classroom layout. Instead, it looks like..." Fang Tao smiled and said, "What does it look like?" Seeing that his father was not angry, Fang Wei mustered up the courage to say, "It looks like a mourning hall." As soon as the words left his mouth, the housekeeper I couldn't help but scream out in surprise.