After explaining the details of the will to the four heirs, the lawyer suggested that they fulfill the conditions now, and everyone went to the second floor to visit Chen Dafa, who was seriously ill.
No one objected.
So the housekeeper led the way, the lawyer, the four heirs, and Wei Fuyuan, the boyfriend of "Dai Boqian", followed behind, leaving the living room, through the long and complicated corridor, to the master bedroom on the second floor.
For ordinary villas, the distance from the first floor to the second floor is usually only one staircase.
But for this mansion, it is necessary for them to come out of the living room, cross the left side of the "G"-shaped corridor, walk up the middle stairs to the second floor, turn back and go downstairs again, Coming to the right side of the corridor, passing through the opposite corridor, and going up the stairs for the third time, you can see the room where Chen Da found.
Wei Fuyuan clicked his tongue secretly in his heart.
Last night, Beiquan let Guan Hu Suying go out to explore the way. Although the little fox encountered a scarecrow halfway, he fled back in fright and failed to complete the task given by the master, but he still ran halfway around the house.
Later, Beiquan drew a map of the places where Su Ying explored the way, so that he could keep it in his mind.
At that time, Wei Fuyuan felt that it is no exaggeration to say that people who enter this house for the first time will be 100% dizzy by the complicated road conditions here, and it will take at least half a day to remember the nine songs of this house. The complex structure of eighteen bends.
But now, when Wei Fuyuan's range of activities in this room became larger and larger, he truly felt that the internal structure of this mansion was more like a labyrinth than what he saw on paper.
Wei Fuyuan glanced sideways at Beiquan.
There was no expression on Beiquan's face, as if he was simply following the others.
But for some reason, Wei Fuyuan just felt that although Beiquan seemed to be indifferent, he was actually paying attention to observing the surrounding environment, not letting go of any clues.
"Knock knock."
The housekeeper stood outside the door and knocked on the door respectfully.
A young woman in a nurse's uniform opened the door.
"Let's see Mr. Chen."
The lawyer asked the lady nurse who came to open the door:
"How is Mr. Chen today?"
"Mr. Chen just woke up two hours ago."
The nurse let them into the room sideways, and answered at the same time:
"I was awake for about 20 minutes, drank some water, ate a small bowl of oatmeal, and then fell back asleep."
The master bedroom where Chen Dafa sleeps is said to be the largest room in the entire mansion.
But in fact, this suite is only about 25 square meters except for the bathroom and pantry, and the internal structure is completely unrelated to the word "luxury".
According to the topographic map obtained by the little fox, this room should be located in the center of the second floor, surrounded by corridors in front and on the left and right sides, and adjacent to another room in the rear, so there are no windows on all sides, and all rely on air conditioning for ventilation.
As soon as Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan entered the door, they smelled a peculiar smell.
The flavor isn't overpowering, but it's clear and hard to ignore.
If I have to describe it, it is probably the odor of disinfectant, alcohol and other external medicines and various human excrement mixed together in a poorly ventilated environment. .
Sure enough, Daniel raised his hand to cover his nose, while Hu An took a step back as if frightened, and even Yamamoto Akihiko, who had never changed his expression, frowned.
There was a hospital bed in the middle of the room.
It is not an ordinary big bed, but an advanced hospital bed with an air mattress, three movable sections, and a guardrail and an infusion stand.
From the angle of the door, everyone could only see a person lying on the bed.
"Mr. Chen asked you when he woke up just now."
The nurse closed the door with a smile, walked to the bed, beckoned, and motioned for everyone to go over:
"When he wakes up, he will be very happy to know that you have seen him."
There was an eerie silence in the room.
Wei Fuyuan couldn't explain why, but the moment he entered this room, he felt an indescribable discomfort.
It's a subtle feeling, like the instinctual repulsion and unease that people feel when they walk into a funeral home knowing that they're about to come into close contact with death.
And when he saw the man lying on the bed who couldn't see his face, this hair-raising atmosphere became even more distinct.
Apparently, others felt the same way as he did.
Beiquan looked around and saw that Daniel, Hu An, and Akihiko Yamamoto had no intention of going forward, so he reached out and grabbed his assistant's wrist and pulled him to the bedside together.
The two of them BY making fish and adding salt to see an old man lying on the bed.
According to the information, Chen Dafa is 74 years old this year.
But at this moment, the person sleeping on the hospital bed, from the outside, must be at least a centenarian.
I don't know if it was because he had been tortured by the disease for too long, Chen Dafa was very thin, so thin that it was like a piece of skin directly covering a withered bone, and the veins under the dry skin like dehydrated oranges were intertwined, like a big rugged net. .
It was midsummer, and although the central air conditioner was turned on in the room, it was still a little stuffy.
The nurse only covered Chen Dafa with a thin quilt.
Where the patient is exposed, from the nose to the back of the feet, several tubes are inserted in various directions, some of which are thick and thin, and of different lengths. Not sure what it's used for.
The old man fell asleep, but his eyeballs protruded because of his excessive weight loss, which made his eyes unable to close tightly, and a gleam of whites appeared under his eyelids. Twenty or thirty years ago, a zombie with a sallow face in a Hong Kong film.
"He's dying... er... I mean, Mr. Chen he..."
Daniel stood half a meter away from the hospital bed and said dryly:
"He's really… very ill, isn't he?"
After a pause, Daniel said again:
"Anyway, he's asleep now, we... just visit him, right?"
The lawyer turned his head and glanced at Daniel, without showing any disgust, just nodded and replied in a businesslike manner:
"Yes, as long as that's all it takes."
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After everyone "visited" Chen Dafa, they went back to their rooms.
In the room of Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan, Beiquan was doing the final preparations.
Originally, he planned to complete all of this yesterday, but unfortunately he was injured. After painting the spell on the back of his assistant, his energy and energy were exhausted. Wei Fuyuan vomited blood.
So Beiquan had to pray that the other magician who didn't know where he was hiding would also throw the rat's weapon and dare not make the first move.
Fortunately they were lucky.
The opponent obviously couldn't figure out their details. He didn't act rashly last night, and Beiquan was finally able to implement his second insurance measure.
So Wei Fuyuan watched the boss take out many strange things from the suitcase and started busy in the room.
Beiquan first nailed six long nails in each of the four corners of the room, and then used red thin thread, as if doing some kind of large-scale hand weaving, to create a strange pattern on the twenty-four nails. A few bells and some oddly-shaped bones are tethered to the criss-crossing red wire.
Afterwards, he turned out the Vientiane Pen, with blood as ink, wrote several yellow talismans, and pasted them one by one in the corresponding position of the room.
"what are you doing?"
Wei Fuyuan asked strangely.
"Making a safe house."
Beiquan raised one hand, and a talisman stretched straight, flew straight out, and stuck to the door lintel with a slap.
"After that, if something happens that you and I can't handle for a while, just run into the room and close the door, you know?"
Wei Fuyuan: "What about after you come in?"
"Of course I figured out a way."
Beiquan smiled:
"The spell in this room should be able to block us for a while, it's buying time."
Wei Fuyuan said "Oh":
"So it seems that this time the opponent is very powerful, right?"
His eyes roamed back and forth on Beiquan:
"It's the first time I've seen you prepare so much in advance."
Beiquan smiled, thinking that after all, this time is different from the past, and the physical condition does not allow it, so it is better to be cautious.
"It's hard to say whether the opponent is strong or not, mainly because we still don't know his strength, so we can't be careless."
After he finished speaking, he confirmed to Wei Fuyuan again:
"Do you remember what I taught you last night?"
"Of course I remember!"
Wei Fuyuan replied in seconds:
"I'm backwards!"
Beiquan was finally relieved.
He used the most basic blindfold with no difficulty, and roughly covered up the red line that stretched across the room, and it was time for dinner.
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan left the room and walked towards the dining room.
If you don't count the brunch that was a bit nondescript to the Chinese during the day, this was the first serious meal Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan had at Chen Dafa's mansion.
There were only five people sitting on the long dining table - Beiquan, Wei Fuyuan, Daniel, Yamamoto Akihiko, and the lawyer who also had to live here for a week in order to supervise their inheritance tasks.
The housekeeper told them that Juan said that he seemed to have a headache and would not come down to eat with them.
Even with one person missing, the seats for four are still the same as during the day.
Beiquan seems to have made up his mind to be disgusting and homophobic straight man Daniel, deliberately sitting very close to Wei Fuyuan, the two of them rubbed against each other, you help me cut steak, I feed you baked lobster, sticky as if in true love couple.
However, unlike during the day, Daniel didn't come back to find fault with the two of them.
It was as if he suddenly thought about it and didn't care that a pair of gay men showed their affection in front of him.
— No, not right.
Beiquan took a piece of peeled lobster meat from Wei Fuyuan's fork, and out of the corner of his eye glanced at Daniel, who was opposite him.
- His attention was on something else.
In fact, although Daniel tried his best to hide it, from the moment he got to the table, he clearly showed a disturbed look.
The bearded handsome guy barely sipped the food on his plate, but drank a lot of ice water, and looked down at his mobile phone every two or three minutes, as if he was waiting for someone to contact him.
Beiquan frowned slightly.
Just when he was thinking about whether to open his mouth to test Daniel, he suddenly heard a muffled "bang" from outside.