The room was surprisingly clean and tidy, and there was no sign of being haunted. It was a little weird when the ghosts were haunted and the wind was blowing.
Fu Yunjing only looked at it, and immediately decided: "This should be the room of the man of the castle."
"How do you know?" Le Tong said in surprise, with a hint of admiration in his tone.
"The difference between the master bedroom and the guest bedroom is very big." Having said this, Fu Yunjing paused again. Because recalling Su Lingshui's room, it was also the layout of the master bedroom. In a castle, two master bedrooms? Who is the owner of the castle? Fu Yunjing frowned imperceptibly and quickly relaxed.
The male ghost was probably chasing after him, the door was knocked and the door slammed, Le Tong shuddered in fright, and ducked back. The sour "squeak". Reflexively, they looked back at the bookcase, only to see that the shaking bookcase suddenly moved away to the right.
Le Tong was stunned: "Machine, mechanism?"
Fu Yunjing was very calm, he said lightly: "Many rich people will make some arrangements like this, so that they can put safes and some precious collections."
The lights in the room are not bright, making the space behind the bookcase look dark, like a big mouth waiting for others to throw themselves into the net. Le Tong swallowed his saliva: "So this is the treasure treasured by the ancient castle?" Even though he said that, Le Tong was not excited at all. Everyone knows that greed for things that do not belong to oneself is definitely a tragic end in spiritual texts.
Le Tong turned to look at Hang Qing.
Hang Qing said lightly, "I don't know either. I rarely enter this room, let alone the space behind the bookcase."
Fu Yunjing was obviously very interested in this "secret room", he whispered: "The ghosts are blocked outside, we can't get out, why don't we go in and have a look? Something that can be hidden in the secret room may be an unexpected surprise."
Hang Qing looked indifferent: "Well." He is not familiar with this ancient castle, including the original Su Lingshui. Even he doesn't know what is in it. Hang Qing has two points of curiosity in his heart, but most of the reason that drives him to respond is because of Fu Yunjing.
If the target person wants to go inside, of course he has to follow.
Le Tong hesitated for a moment, and immediately responded: "Then let's go in and have a look... By the way, flashlight!" Le Tong said, walked to the desk, and pulled out a flashlight from the drawer.
The snow-white light was concentrated in a bunch and shone into the secret room, but it could only illuminate the smooth road under your feet. Fortunately, there are no poisonous insects and snakes, no muddy and rough roads, and no classic hidden weapon mechanism in martial arts films. That's reassuring enough. They breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let me illuminate." Le Tong said.
Of course, Hang Qing would not let a girl with weak physical strength come to light and take up a hand. If there is any accident later, Le Tong will be in trouble. So Hang Qing grabbed it with his hands and said, "I'll come."
Le Tong smiled and hurriedly leaned against Hang Qing.
The air in the secret room was a little stuffy, with the smell of dust and dead wood that had been sealed for a long time, and the dark place couldn't avoid the coldness that came to the face. Le Tong shivered and even wanted to sneeze, but she held it back. She raised her head to look at Hang Qing's back in front of her. Although Mr. Su was frail, he was very calm at this time! In such an environment, there is no reaction at all!
Hang Qing really couldn't feel the horror and gloom around him.
His body has no temperature at all, and no matter how cold it is, it will hardly affect him. It's just that people are always most afraid of the unknown. Now Hang Qing looked at the gray and black area in front of him that couldn't be illuminated by a flashlight, and his heart was really shaking up and down.
Fu Yunjing glanced at the thing in his hand and said with a soft smile, "I don't know how long this thing has been charged." When the voice fell, Fu Yunjing caught Hang Qing's wrist off guard. Across the thin sleeves of the nightgown, it was probably that he finally remembered and knew that he couldn't offend Hang Qing at will.
Hang Qing earned a bit, but couldn't get away.
Fu Yunjing suddenly approached and asked in a low voice, "Isn't that possible? Mr. Su is so stingy?"
Hang Qing kicked him: "there is a switch on the left. Turn it on."
"how do you know?"
"There are fluorescent stickers on the switch."
The moment the voice fell, the lights in the secret room finally turned on. A faint yellow light illuminated the small secret room. There were four bookshelves in the secret room, with a large box in the middle. Le Tong walked over and took the things from the bookshelf: "...is it a photo album?" Le Tong murmured.
Fu Yunjing opened the big box, which contained a lot of things, in pieces.
Teenage clothes, laptops, sketchbooks, short pencils, water glasses, toothbrushes, socks…
Le Tong turned to look at it, and asked in astonishment, "Who has lived here?"
Hang Qing's complexion was slightly complicated: "These... are all my things."
"Yours?!" Le Tong looked slightly frightened, as if thinking of something.
Hang Qing nodded and walked to the big box: "the things inside belong to me. They have been missing for a long time."
Fu Yunjing frowned: "So he took these on purpose and put them in the secret room?" Fu Yunjing seemed to understand why Su Lingshui's closet was full of nightgowns.
Fu Yunjing walked to the bookshelf, took out a photo album at random, and spread it out, all of which were photos of Su Lingshui. Assorted. Standing and sitting. The information in Fu Yunjing's mind gradually connected.
"This room belongs to that man?" Fu Yunjing turned gloomy and walked out: "Then there must be something else in his bedroom!"
Le Tong hurriedly turned around and followed, Hang Qing walked slowly behind, and after leaving the secret room, Fu Yunjing had already rummaged in front of the table. Le Tong suddenly turned around and glanced at Hang Qing. Hang Qing felt that her eyes were a little weird. Why, because... Le Tong has been in this room long ago? And see what's in this room
If so, it's no surprise.
Le Tong found the flashlight so skillfully just now, indicating that she had been here in advance.
Fu Yunjing's rummaging skills are higher than Le Tong's. He dug out two notebooks from under the desk. The schedule is densely recorded on it. But without exception, these schedules are all related to a name - "Su Lingshui".
"Stalker?" Fu Yunjing sneered, "Looks like he's not just a stalker!" After saying that, Fu Yunjing flipped the notebook in his hand, turned over a page, and posted a group photo there.
Two men and one woman.
The older man is wearing a suit, the younger one is wearing casual clothes, while the woman has long legs and a slender waist, which is very charming, but her face is not clearly visible. Because it was scratched out with a utility knife.
Fu Yunjing pointed to the older man and asked Hang Qing, "who is this? Herman Dreiser?"