The one holding the candle light stopped at the door of the room. He first glanced at Wen Shi, then looked at the other self over Wen Shi, and raised his eyebrows lightly.
This look is indeed very thankful for asking, and I was stunned when I heard it. He looked up and down this question, and didn't say anything, but turned to look behind him.
…
The one behind him smiled directly.
When the other people turned over, what they saw was the scene of two Xie Wen facing each other, with a smell in the middle.
They braked suddenly and huddled around the corner.
The old man was full of question marks, thinking that he would dare to copy this? ? ? Before he opened his mouth, Xia Qiao just said "Mom", and Zhou Xu followed closely and called out "Fuck!" Dadong…
Dadong's mentality has collapsed.
He just supported the wall to send away a fake mouse, which was a fake thank you. how
What can't be said is that the two Xie Wen stood in front of him, obviously not doing anything, but he subconsciously wanted to take a few steps back.
For a while, he didn't know whether to admit that he was afraid of ghosts or people.
"Old Mao, go and recognize your boss." Zhou Xu stretched out his fingers and pushed Lao Mao out.
As a result, Lao Mao returned with a shy stomach and said, "I don't need it."
Zhou Xu: "Why???"
When they were wondering, they glanced at the person behind them when they saw the news, and then turned their eyes to the one holding the candle light again, and asked casually, "Are you really thankful for asking?"
The one holding the candle light nodded: "I am, so I'm curious—how about you?" His eyes fell behind Wen Shi.
When I smelled it, I didn't look back, I heard the person behind him laugh and say, "Then I'm fake."
The one holding the candle: "… "
The few people behind the wall were dumbfounded.
Dadong blurted out: "This is the fucking thing?"
This fucking works.
After a few seconds, the sound of Shen Manyi's leather shoes running away could be heard in the corridor, and Wen Shi patted her on the shoulder and sent her away unceremoniously. This time the little girl didn't smile, maybe she was angry.
When the light source was restored, everyone felt that the corridor was a little brighter than before.
With sharp eyes, Dadong saw a candle lamp in Wen Shi's hand and asked, "Where did this lamp come from?"
Wen Shi looked at him as if looking at the mentally retarded: "Shen Manyi took it."
Dadong couldn't believe it: "You even want this kind of thing?".
When I smelled it, I couldn't understand: "Why not if you can use it?"
Dadong went crazy, but Xie Wen laughed.
In view of this wildly different reaction, when smelling, he threw the grabbed candle light to the latter.
Xie Wen raised his hand to catch the lamp, and when he saw Wen Shi, he tilted his head and said, "Come here and turn over the carpet."
Thank you for a moment.
When I smell things, I like to keep my head and do things by myself, and rarely take the initiative to pull others. On the one hand, I am afraid that there will be trouble implicated innocent people, and on the other hand, I do not want to explain how to do something. The ideal state is that he can solve everything that can be solved together, and just stay next to the others.
Thank you for knowing this better than anyone else. This is a problem that he has had since he was a child, a chronic disease, and it is the same for everyone, except for one person.
Wen Shi took two steps forward, but when he turned his head, he saw that Xie Wen did not move, but pinched and turned the candle light, wondering what he was thinking.
After a few seconds, he finally noticed Wen Shi's gaze, bent his eyes and walked over.
"What a fool to send it." Wen Shi muttered, his eyes swept across the carpet in the corridor, silently counting the number of pieces.
Just as I was counting down to my feet, I heard Xie Wen say, "It's nothing, I just remembered something..."
He didn't seem to find the right word, and after a while, he said, "The past."
When Wen Shi was bending over to lift the corner of the nearest square rug, he raised his eyes when he heard this, waiting for the next sentence. In the end, Xie Wen didn't mean to continue talking, but held the candle light and swept the wiring and the edge of the carpet, and asked, "Which piece did you just see?"
He turned the subject too quickly, and when he was stunned, he pointed to one of the rugs and said, "This way."
Xie Wen nodded and bent down, starting with the carpet and sweeping the look.
The mutilated diary mentioned several people. The one surnamed Li should be the teacher of the Shen family, Mama Cai was the nurse, and Uncle Qi was the housekeeper.
The diary said that Mr. Li smelled a strange smell, so the young master dropped a perfume bottle to cover up the smell.
Since it is to cover up, the perfume bottle will inevitably fall very close to the strange smell. The diary also said that Cai's mother changed the carpet, so there should be traces of the carpet being replaced in that place. So as long as you find the replaced carpet, you will be very close to Shen Manyi.
Xie asked understands everything, and what he wanted to explain when he heard it was omitted.
He should go back to the left side of the hallway and continue to look at the edge line on the other side of the rug. But Xie Wen suddenly raised his eyes and asked him in a low voice with a smile, "Are you going to be a supervisor for me?"
Wen Shi looked down at him, and for a moment really didn't move.
He just stood beside Xie Wen for a while, until he heard Da Dong's voice behind him, then he pinched his knuckles and turned to the left side of the corridor.
"What kind of carpet are you looking for in the diary? If it is hidden under the carpet, it will definitely bulge a little, and you will know if you step on it." Dadong thought that they were looking for the rest of the diary, and muttered angrily, but he also Instead of stopping him, he followed behind and turned over the mirrored decorative cabinets in the corridor.
It was a glass lattice built into the wall, and some art decorations were placed. Such as wooden micro-carving, small bonsai, cup and plate porcelain.
Xia Qiao is a very serious person in everything, especially when searching.
He brainwashed himself like "I'm not afraid, I'll just take a look, I'm playing in the secret room" while reciting the scriptures, he opened every glass door, stretched his head in and took a closer look. Almost sticking to the mirrored wall.
According to their search method, maybe there is a harvest. So when I smelled it, I just glanced at it and said nothing.
There was only the sound of rustling footsteps moving in the corridor, the light knocking sound of the glass lattice opening and closing, and the humming sound of Xia Qiao chanting the scriptures. After listening for a long time, there was a kind of mechanical rhythm.
In this dull rhythm, I sifted the carpet piece by piece.
When I didn't know how many pieces I saw, Xia Qiao suddenly whispered, "There's something here."
"What?" Everyone gathered towards him.
Wen Shi also straightened up and walked to Xia Qiao's side.
There was a square picture frame in that glass grid, and a beautiful woven rug was mounted in the frame. The frame is so tight it's hard to take it out. Xia Qiao actually pulled out a photo of someone stuffed here from behind it.
This is a black and white photo, which has been exposed to the tide, and has been torn and put together again. The torn marks spread alternately, and a large piece was missing in the upper left corner, so that the few people on the side had no faces, as if they were cut off from the neck.
Even the complete ones were badly worn, leaving only a large white face, with no clear nose and lips, and only black spots left on the eyes.
When I smelled it, I turned the photo to the back, and the cracks were covered with glued paper seals, crisscrossing each other. In between, a line of comments can be vaguely seen, the words are blocked by paper, and they are incomplete, but the original sentence can be pieced together—
A group photo with Mama Cai, Uncle Qi, Man Shu, Man Shan, Mr. Li, Man Yi, and Brother Jun in front of the house. You can take another photo when your parents come back.
This sentence should also come from the hand of the young master. Just looking at the comments, it is peaceful and serious, but together with the traces of tearing, there is a strange sense of division. Thinking about the diary written by this young master with the same serious brushstrokes, the uncomfortable feeling is even stronger.
"So perverted." Sun Siqi couldn't help but say a word.
"Keep it first, it might be useful." Xie Wen's faint voice came from behind. He doesn't like to crowd with people, and has always stood outside the crowd not far or near, but he is tall and can see everything that should be seen.
Xia Qiao nodded, put the photo in his pocket, and just after stuffing it, he heard a few muffled coughs.
Everyone reacted for two seconds, and their movements froze at the same time, because the muffled cough was not in the same position as the speech just now.
Wen Shi frowned and turned around, sure enough, he saw two more questions.
"… "
Miss Shen Manyi may be in a relationship with someone.
With the lesson that the two sentences were directly debunked last time, Shen Manyi learned more this time, whether it is the tone of voice, demeanor or action, almost no leaks.
Xia Qiao and the others had their backs against the mirrored wall. Even the old man was hesitant.
Dadong originally wanted to push Lao Mao out to recognize people, but when he saw Lao Mao's expression, a hint of despair was born on the spot. As a result, he turned his head and found that there was one other person who did not shrink back - it was the eldest apprentice of the Shen family.
"Why? Can you recognize it?" To be honest, Dadong was very skeptical, after all, the people who always followed Xie Wen were not completely sure, "I remember saying in my diary that if I admit I'm wrong, I will always play with that Shen Manyi. It's possible to be trapped in this cage for the rest of your life."
Being trapped in a cage for a lifetime is a terrible thing for any judge. Dadong felt that this reminder was quite weighty, but the eldest disciple of the Shen family just said "oh".
However, Xia Qiao was frightened and called out "brother" worriedly.
As a result, his brother threw a sentence without looking back: "It's okay, I can recognize it."
Xia Qiao looked at Lao Mao, stunned: "How do you recognize it?"
His brother said calmly, "I'll try it."
Xia Qiao: "???"
Xia Qiao: "..."
Oh yes, he almost forgot, his brother makes a living by eating and asking.
Xia Qiao thought blankly.
"What's he doing??" Dadong and Zhou Xu faced each other in a daze, and when they heard it, they closed their eyes with concentration, and the two Xie Wen only had the spirit in his eyes.
No wonder Lao Mao hesitated. The two people in front of them closed their eyes, the same karma, and they were covered in black mist, and even the Sanskrit words that flowed on half of their faces and the things wrapped around their hands were exactly the same.
Even he, who can directly see the spirit, was stunned for a moment, let alone Lao Mao.
But when I smell it, it is very clear that all false existences can only be similar in appearance.
So he moved his drooping fingers, and the black mist scattered on both sides rushed towards him like a dragon into the water.
The moment it was brought into the body along the fingertips, everything became clear. One side is the familiar breath, the other side is empty.
The one on the left is thank you.
It may be that the contrast between one real and one virtual is too obvious, or it may be because the left side is the position of the heart. It was the first time when I smelled that I could feel those things pouring into my body along my fingers, filling the empty spaces little by little.
This process was slowed down and elongated, and the fingers that were hanging on his side curled up when he smelled it.
He subconsciously wanted to interrupt the process, but instinctively hesitated. Just when he was about to withdraw his hand to point out the truth, Xie Wen, who closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes.
In his spiritual state, he was paler and more morbid than usual. When he was looking at someone, he wanted to step back, but he couldn't move.
He bent his eyes, stretched out his forefinger and made a silent motion before he withdrew his hand when he heard it.
It's very strange, the moment I saw that action, a vague voice suddenly flashed in my mind when I smelled it, and said in a low voice, "Be obedient, talk about it later."