Wei Fuyuan saw that Beiquan had dropped something, and when he turned around, he wanted to help him pick it up.
"Wait, don't move."
Beiquan suddenly stopped him.
Wei Fuyuan: "???"
Beiquan stared at the small white porcelain bottle for a moment.
The bottle rolled all the way to the corner, hit the wall, and turned around twice before finally stopping.
"Xiaowei, go get a glass of water."
Beiquan ordered: "Tap water is enough."
Wei Fuyuan didn't know why, so he did.
A glass of water was quickly delivered to Beiquan.
Beiquan squatted down and slowly poured the water onto the floor.
The water pooled into a puddle on the ground, and then flowed towards the corner of the wall.
Beiquan stood up and turned his attention to Yamamoto Akihiko's body.
Yamamoto Akihiko died hideously, and the black and red blood flowing from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose has begun to solidify, showing a disgusting jelly-like texture.
"Like what I just did."
Beiquan handed the water cup to Wei Fuyuan, and then pointed in all directions of the room:
"Pour a little water everywhere I point."
Wei Fuyuan was full of doubts, but he obeyed obediently.
Afterwards, Beiquan carefully observed the puddles in the room, closed his eyes, and did not speak for a long time.
He quickly sketched the floor plan of the house in his mind.
"I see… "
Beiquan whispered to himself.
Wei Fuyuan couldn't hear clearly, so he naturally got closer:
"What did you say?"
Beiquan smiled and said something that surprised Wei Fuyuan:
"I think I might know where the 'prisoner' was hidden by Chen Dafa."
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When Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan came out of the room that had been utterly destroyed by conscripts, they also went to the bedroom opposite Hu An to have a look.
The door was unlocked, and Wei Fuyuan opened it as soon as he pushed it.
The room was empty.
"It seems that people should have run away."
Wei Fuyuan sighed:
"I hope Juan is still alive now."
So the two stopped delaying and walked back along the road they came from.
The place to go to Beiquan is the first floor.
"You said, is Juan still in the house?"
While walking, Wei Fuyuan said:
"If Juan has escaped and called the police successfully, the police should be almost there, right?"
He frowned and looked down at his watch:
"I'm worried we'll be taken away when the police arrive."
Beiquan just smiled and made no comment.
They had just come downstairs when they found the body of a gangster in the corridor.
The man's facial features were hollowed out, and at first glance it was the handwriting of Yamamoto Akihiko.
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan didn't care about the corpse, they went straight around it and continued to walk forward.
From the floor plan, the corridor where the two of them are now can barely be regarded as the central axis of the entire house.
Beiquan slowed down his pace and tapped on the wall as he walked, as if he was looking for something.
"You said that the secret room that Chen Dafa used to keep the 'prisoner' should be near here..."
Wei Fuyuan also helped Beiquan start knocking on the wall:
"But we don't even know how big the secret room is. If we knock on it all the way, can we really find it?"
When the two of them went downstairs, Wei Fuyuan had already asked Beiquan.
Beiquan concluded that the reason why the "secret room" might be directly below the east wall of the room where they lived was the water pouring experiment that Wei Fuyuan helped him do.
Beiquan noticed the unnatural slope of the floor on the east side of the room.
The inclination was very small, so small that if the small gourd-shaped porcelain bottle rolled all the way to the corner, no one would have noticed it at all.
In order to confirm his guess, Beiquan also asked Wei Fuyuan to pour water all over the room.
Whether it was the blood shed by Akihiko Yamamoto or the water sprinkled by Wei Fuyuan, there was no obvious direction of flow—only in the small area on the east side, the water would flow all the way to the base of the wall.
Beiquan carefully recalled the floor plan of the house, and an idea came to his mind.
Wei Fuyuan mentioned to Beiquan that when he shared his sympathy with Chen Dafa, he once heard Chen Dafa say to the eminent monks of Siam that in order to prevent the "prisoner" from escaping, he bought the whole piece of land. The secret room of the window is the center, and new rooms are constantly added.
On the floor plan, the east wall of the room where Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan lived, just fell on the central axis of the room, but more coincidentally, the floor of this wall was slightly inclined to one side.
So Beiquan speculated that their room was built on top of the original building, and the old and new were just mixed, so the floors at both ends of the same room were uneven.
At the same time, this also means that just below their room, behind the wall on the east side, is probably the most original part of the mansion, and Chen Dafa's "secret room" should also be there.
However, although the speculation is correct, the house is indeed very large, and the body of the 'prisoner' is a brass Guanyin statue with only forearm length.
Such a small thing can be accommodated in the "secret room" as long as it is the size of a drawer. Even if you know the approximate orientation, it is still very difficult to find it.
Beiquan changed positions a few more times, but he still couldn't hear anything tricky from the sound of knocking on the wall.
"It seems that we can only give up the 'prisoner'."
Beiquan coughed twice in a low voice.
Originally, his goal of crossing the ocean to come to Citi Country was not the "prisoner" of Chen Dafa, but the ghost who has not shown any trace so far.
He has been bothering to find the "prisoner", but it is only because there is a vague speculation that the ghost may have something to do with the "prisoner".
It's just that now that there is no progress in the secret room, Beiquan feels that maybe he has to change his mind and first go to the ghost who is hiding somewhere.
Thinking of this, Beiquan reached out and touched the small bamboo tube hidden in his arms, trying to release Guan Hu Suying.
The poor little tube fox was too frightened last night, and the whole fox was stunned. Originally, Beiquan didn't intend to toss it again.
However, since the top priority now is to find the ghost, the only thing left to do is to feel wronged and wronged Suying.
"North Spring!"
At this time, Wei Fuyuan suddenly called Beiquan's name.
Beiquan followed the reputation and saw his assistant standing in front of a door, pointing his finger somewhere.
Behind that door is the living room of the house.
At this time, the door to the living room was opened, and in the room, there were two corpses lying.
One of them is wearing a ski mask, which looks like a gangster's dress, while the other is a middle-aged white man with a slightly fat body and slightly white hair. Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan recognized each other's identities at a glance. Mr. Lawyer for Chen Dafa's estate case.
Beiquan squatted down and carefully examined the two bodies.
Their eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were intact, and there were no obvious traumas on their bodies, not like Yamamoto Akihiko or gangsters.
"The fatal wound is here."
Beiquan held up the lawyer's head, shook it from side to side, and then loosened the other's collar, exposing his neck:
"His neck bone was broken."
Wei Fuyuan saw that there was a clear black circle around the lawyer's neck, very similar to the special makeup effect of strangulation and hanging he had seen in TV dramas before.
He frowned and asked in a deep voice:
"This... who did it?"
There are not many people in this room, and Young Master Wei can't think of any of these people who have the ability to break the neck bones of two big men.
"Could it be the 'prisoner' who did it?"
Wei Fuyuan began to regret that he could not read Chen Dafa's key memories.
"But isn't the 'prisoner' locked up in the 'secret room'? How can he run out and kill?"
Beiquan shook his head.
There are still too few clues in his hand, and Beiquan is not sure what the power of that brass Guanyin statue is.
Just as the two were talking, a very light "click" sound suddenly came.
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan stopped together and turned their attention to the source of the sound.
The "click" came from a wine cabinet in the corner of the living room.
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan looked at each other and nodded to each other.
Wei Fuyuan approached the wine cabinet carefully, stopped half a meter away from it, raised his legs, and pushed open the lower door of the wine cabinet with his heels.
"Wow!!!!"
A man is curling up in a cabinet, holding his head in his hands, closing his eyes and shouting:
"Help! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!! Please, don't kill me!!"
"Juan."
Beiquan squatted down and called out his name.
Juan stopped screaming, released his hands covering his head, and raised his head in fear:
"Yes... is it you?"
Seeing that it was Wei Fuyuan and Beiquan, Hu An seemed a little relieved.
"You... you..."
Fear and confusion flashed in his eyes:
"I... I saw, saw... saw Aki him... he killed!"
"And, and—I don't know how to describe it!"
Juan shrank back to the depths of the cabinet, speaking in a fast and messy manner:
"The way he kills is very, very strange! Not normal at all! Yes - he, he is not normal at all!"
The "Aki" in Juan's mouth is naturally Akihiko Yamamoto.
Seeing Juan's frightened appearance, Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan looked at each other.
"Anyway, come out first."
Beiquan comforted softly:
"Let's leave the house first and call the police wherever there is a cell phone signal."
Juan shook his head violently:
"No! No! Those people out there have guns! And, and Aki... he can kill people with magic!"
"Don't be afraid."
Beiquan smiled:
"Aki is dead."
"died?"
When Juan heard the words, his eyes widened in shock:
"Yes, who killed it?"
Beiquan just pretends not to know:
"We only saw his body."
He paused, then added:
"The gunmen also killed some people. I wonder if they got what they needed and now they seem to be gone."
Hu An's face softened a little, and he repeated Beiquan's words like a parrot, as if he wanted to confirm that he heard correctly:
"Aki is he dead?"
"Those bandits are gone too?"
Beiquan smiled and nodded.
Only then did Juan tremblingly climb out of the cabinet, holding onto the wall as if he had collapsed, almost unable to stand still.
"Great… "
His voice was choked, with the lingering fears on his face after he had escaped death:
"Great, great... I, I almost thought I was going to die..."