Fan Chongyi thought about it again before saying: "I want to know the whereabouts of my wife. I feel that even if I kill someone, she will not stop visiting me forever. I still want to see her. Her name is Shen Yan."
My eyes couldn't help but shrink suddenly again: Yan? deep? Shen Yan? abyss
Could it be that what Lao Diao said before he died was not Abyss, but Shen Yan
Although my heart was shaking slightly, I said calmly on the surface: "I'll try my best! After all, it's more than ten years ago, so it's quite difficult to find it."
"Just try your best!" Fan Chongyi's voice was very low. I could probably tell from his words that he didn't have much hope in finding Shen Yan.
I asked again: "Actually, there is something I have always wanted to ask you. With your talent, you should have many projects to do. Why are you so obsessed with Dunhuang?"
Fan Chongyi said with a smile: "This happened because of my wife Shen Yan. She told me a lot of legends about Dunhuang. At first, I just thought she was telling me stories to relax me. Later, I also I became interested in the mysteries of Dunhuang. The more I studied it, the more interesting it became. So, I began to slowly get in touch with the secrets of Dunhuang."
Taking advantage of Fan Chongyi's recollection, I suddenly asked: "I heard from people that when you killed people, you might have killed them for love. What is the relationship between Shen Yan and Xiao Zhao?"
"Fart!" Fan Chongyi suddenly lost his calm and shouted with blood-red eyes: "You are not allowed to insult Shen Yan!"
I said in a deep voice: "Whether it is an insult or not, I don't have the final say. Some things will exist no matter how much you deny them. There is a saying in this world: there is no smoke without fire. If there were no clues, no one would do such a thing. guess."
My voice suddenly became louder and I said, "Didn't the police who arrested you ask you similar questions? Have you never thought about this matter since you have been in prison for so many years?"
"Wang Huan, shut up!" Dr. Bai said angrily: "You have gone too far. How can you question a person's character by relying on random guesses?"
I responded calmly: "If Fan Chongyi didn't have similar speculations in his heart, how could he suddenly lose control? If Shen Yan had no other problems, how could she not show up for more than ten years? He should have written a letter to Shen Yan in prison Right? Has he received a reply? "
The prison does not prohibit prisoners from writing letters to their families. Judging from Fan Chongyi's current performance, he will definitely confide in Shen Yan when his life is at a low point. However, he must not have received a reply from Shen Yan.
Fan Chongyi's face instantly turned pale, as if he had lost all energy, and he walked toward the door in vain.
"Wang Huan, you are really..." Dr. Bai stomped his feet, turned around and supported the staggering Fan Chongyi, and walked out of the conference room with him.
I squinted my eyes and said, "Check, Shen Yan. Check, everyone in the prison who has had close contact with Fan Chongyi, please give me news as soon as you find any clues. Let's go!"
I was about to go out when I saw Big Er sneaking in quietly, holding Ye Xun's calf with his two little paws, looking at Ye Xun eagerly, and not forgetting to show his teeth at me.
Last time I said I would take it on a mission. As a result, he threw it at home as soon as he turned around. It's getting angry at me.
I walked over and squatted next to Da Er: "We are going abroad this time. We can't take live foxes on the plane. However, we can make you a specimen or take you out with a scarf. Do you agree?"
Da Er was startled by me and hugged Ye Xun's legs tightly. Ren Tianqing went over and picked him up: "I can't take my big orange with me either. I brought him to play with you. You wait at home obediently." On."
Big Er was not interested in the cat, and just looked at Ye Xun eagerly. It wasn't until Ye Xun picked it up and kissed it twice that it ran away happily.
"Don't do anything with a fox. If you get close to him, a vixen will appear!" I muttered and walked out, taking out the notebook I was carrying and writing a few names on it.
Fan Chongyi, Shen Yan, Lao Diao, Xiao Zhao...
Ghostless Sect, Demon Sect, God Exploring Hand...
Tianshakou, Dunhuang, Hell Gate...
Adventurers, Tulip Family…
I drew several circles on it. I always felt that there should be some connection among the scattered information, but I couldn't grasp the key point. My mind kept spinning all the way until I got to the point. The plane just fell asleep.
I don’t know how long I slept, but I opened my eyes in a daze, just in time to see a flight attendant walking past me.
After casually glancing at her, I suddenly opened my eyes.
The flight attendant's head was gradually blurring. Just after blinking, her head seemed to be wiped out of thin air by some force, leaving only a headless back walking forward lightly.
I subconsciously sat up straight, but the opponent's feet slowly left the ground, and the whole person was floating in the air. His body was dancing gracefully, and his flexible body changed various postures, stopping or dancing in the air. In just ten seconds, he changed several postures.
The Book of Heaven with Broken Words
That is, the Heavenly Book with residual characters.
The posture of the stewardess was exactly the same as the characters I had seen in the photocopy of the Heavenly Book with Broken Characters. However, what appeared was not the entire Heavenly Book, but only a few of its characters.
I reached out to grab my notes so that I could write down all those words. Who would have thought that as soon as my hand touched my pocket, the oxygen mask partition above the seat suddenly opened, and a ball of black paint appeared. The lacquered thing fell into my arms without any warning.
Head!
When I turned over the "black ball" that fell on me, a pale face appeared in front of me.
Is this the stewardess
As soon as my guess flashed through my mind, the head suddenly opened its eyes wide and looked at me. Two golden runes flashed out in her pupils. I saw two runes in front of my eyes. It expanded bigger and bigger, heading straight to cover my face.
I instinctively wanted to turn my head to dodge, but I felt a sudden tightness behind my ears, as if someone was holding my head from behind, and I couldn't hide away.
The two runes were approaching instantly, as if two flaming irons were mercilessly close to my eyes. Before the irons reached my eyes, the scorching heat waves from them spurted into my eyes!
"Ah" I couldn't help but screamed and woke up.
I felt cold sweat dripping down my forehead like water, and everyone in the cabin looked towards me. The stewardess walked quickly to my side: "Sir, are you having a nightmare?" are you OK?"
"It's okay, thank you!" I wiped my sweat and sat up straight: "Can you please give me a glass of water?"
"Okay!" After the flight attendant politely left, Ren Tianqing, who was sitting next to me, asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"
I told what had just happened as quickly as possible, and Ren Tianqing whispered: "You must be thinking too much about the Book of Heaven. You should drink a glass of water and take a rest."
Have I thought too much about the Heavenly Book
probably? Ever since I learned Xingtian's will, ordinary illusions have no effect on me. Besides, there are three masters sitting next to me, and they won't just watch me get tricked.
I think too much
Maybe!
I remember hearing someone say before that when a person keeps thinking about one thing, even if he enters a sleep state, his brain will continue to think about that problem. He may even tell the answers to questions in his sleep.
Ren Tianqing said: "Think carefully whether you have seen similar records somewhere. Or something else."
I suddenly remembered that Fan Chongwen seemed to have made a conjecture. He said: The reason why the thief only took away the head of the scroll was because there was an obvious mark on the face of the headless goddess, which can be seen at first glance. , which is a "heavenly book" that records certain secrets.
I quickly reached for Fan Chongyi's notes. At this time, the flight attendant came back: "Sir, your water."
"Thank you!" I didn't even look at the other person, picked up the water glass, drank it in one gulp, and returned the empty glass to the other person.
The stewardess asked softly: "Sir, do you need anything else?"
"No, thank you." I don't have the energy to ask for anything else now, I just look at my notes.
Fan Chongyi's notes indeed recorded speculation about the headless goddess, but there was no record of the presence of runes in the eyes of the goddess. What exactly was his so-called obvious sign? Is it the facial features, the accessories, or maybe I subconsciously feel that that logo should be hidden in the eyes of the portrait.
After I continued to flip through a few more pages, my attention focused on another speculation by Fan Chongyi about the Curse of Dunhuang.
In Fan Chongyi's view, all ancient and mysterious places hide some kind of curse. For example: Egyptian pyramids, ancient Greek temples, and African jungle tribes have all had legends of curses. Countless explorers died tragically under the curse, which also added a layer of horror to those ancient secret places.
Fan Chongyi firmly believes that there is also a curse in Dunhuang, and it is more terrifying and mysterious than the known curses.
I handed the note to Ren Tianqing: "Do you believe it?"
"Believe it!" Ren Tianqing nodded extremely seriously: "The curse of the restricted area is not uncommon among the detectives, and... and there are only a handful of people who can escape the curse."
"Many divine explorers who were cursed had to return to the Mythical Forbidden Zone to find a way to break the curse. More than 90% of them never returned, and even their partners who later reinforced them were left behind in the Forbidden Zone. .”
"Later, there was an unwritten rule in the Detective Hands. The cursed Detective Hands would self-exile and find a place to wait for death quietly. They would no longer hurt others."
I looked at Ren Tianqing: "Is there no secret method to restrain or remove the curse?"
Ren Tianqing sighed: "There should be, but no one has found it. If someone can find this secret method, whether it is a magic hand or a magic door, they will pay a sky-high price."
My eyes suddenly lit up, and I leaned half forward to call over Lu Xinyao who was sitting in the back seat: "Help me find out if the Tulip family is cursed."