"What did you find?" asked Takayama Jing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I found out that I was such a. Mingchuan couldn't help but scold himself.

"What?" Pan Shi, who was standing at the door, was a little puzzled, "What's going on with the photo?"

"There shouldn't be anything wrong with the photos themselves. "Gao Shan Jing's sensitivity to ghosts is one of the best even among the previous exorcists of the Gao Shan family, since even he didn't feel anything wrong with the photo, then it should be an ordinary photo, there is no problem.

However, he was very curious about what Ming Chuan saw before his face changed. You must know that this man can not change his face and heart even under the pressure of his father, and he is a master of hiding his mood swings.

Ming Chuan didn't answer their questions directly, just turned his head to look at Pan Shi and asked, "Is this old man Zhang only one son?"

"I have a son and a daughter. Pan Shi replied, "I asked someone to investigate, and my son died in an accident while working on the construction site a few years ago, and my daughter only came back once after she got married." ”

"So how many grandsons does this old man Zhang have?" Ming Chuan then asked.

"One. Pan Shi was a little puzzled when asked, "His son gave birth to a baby, and the child died when he was more than three years old, and he didn't have time to add a grandchild to the old man." ”

When Ming Chuan heard this, he sighed, turned his head to look at the photo on the desktop, and muttered, "Sure enough, ......"

"Hey, what's going on?" Pan Shi asked impatiently, "Don't hang people's appetites." ”

"I got one thing wrong. When Ming Chuan raised his head again, a solemnity flashed in his drooping eyelids, "That little ghost who is making trouble for me is not Old Man Zhang's grandson at all." ”

Because the little ghost followed Old Man Zhang at the beginning, and his age and appearance were all consistent with Huang Qiubo's description, he naturally thought that the little ghost was the old man's dead grandson.

Although the photo on the table is from several years ago, children from three years old to eight or nine years old will change a lot, but the basic facial features will still retain a little of their original appearance. But the child in the photo and the little ghost don't even have the slightest resemblance, it's just two people.

Face shape, facial features, skin tone, hair...... There is no resemblance to all of these external things, which cannot be explained by "the appearance of children will change when they grow up", unless it is a large-scale plastic surgery.

Of course, Old Man Zhang's family background is impossible to do large-scale plastic surgery on a child.

The only explanation is that the two children are two people at all.

However, Ming Chuan still cautiously rummaged through the room, since there is this photo, the old man should still have other photos, maybe he can find them in recent years.

Sure enough, under the bedboard, he pulled out a photo album.

The surface of the album is black, especially near the edges below with obvious stains, and the corners are frayed, and it is obvious that someone often looks through them with unclean hands.

Ming Chuan opened it, and there were tears on the pages of the album.

In front is an old black and white photo, in which a young couple can still faintly see the shadow of the old man, smiling brightly. The more you flip back, the closer the photograph is to the present. Soon the black-and-white photographs became color, and the number of people in them gradually increased.

Ming Chuan was not interested in these photos, and quickly flipped to the back.

Finally, on the last page of the album, he saw the photo he wanted to see. A recent photo of an old man with a little boy in the background should be the playground of an elementary school, and the time shown in the corner of the photo is two years ago.

Sighing, closing the album and putting it back in its place, Ming Chuan walked out of the room and came to the courtyard, took out a cigarette and lit it and smoked silently.

"It's just that I guessed the wrong person, so you don't need to be so low, right?" Pan Shi walked behind Ming Chuan and patted him on the shoulder.

"Do I look like I'm depressed?" Ming Chuan looked at him in confusion.

"Since you're not depressed, what are you pretending to be deep here?" Pan Shi asked.

"What pretending to be deep, I'm just thinking about something. Ming Chuan gave him a blank look, since he guessed wrong, instead of spending time annoyed, it is better to sort things out again, maybe he can find some new clues that he didn't notice before.

"What did you think of?" Takayama Jing also walked out of the low earthen house and looked at Ming Chuan with a smile.

"Nothing special for the time being. Ming Chuan held a cigarette in one hand and put the other in his pocket, turned around and looked at the low earthen house with half-squinted eyes, and said lightly, "What is certain now is that there must be some reason for the little ghost to follow Old Man Zhang, and the anger and ghost in this house must have been swallowed up by something strange." ”

"The one in front is very understandable, what is your basis for the point in the back?" Gao Shan raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

"That album is the treasure of the old man, and it carries his best memories. If he doesn't live here, he'll take the album with him. Ming Chuan drooped his eyelids while smoking, and said listlessly, "Since the album is here, Old Man Zhang must have lived here before he died." ”

"Since he lived here until he died, there must be a residual sense of life. Gao Shanjing took Ming Chuan's words, turned around in the same way, and looked at the earthen house in front of him with a smile, "But now, I can't feel the ghost and anger." ”

"Hmm. Ming Chuan nodded, "This state is very unnatural, there must be some external factors." ”

After a slight pause, Ming Chuan took out the previous matchbox from his pocket and said in a deep voice: "You say, is there any connection between the 'things' that devoured the anger here and these ghosts?"

"Ghosts?" Gao Shan Jing turned his head and saw the matchbox in Ming Chuan's hand, remembering the weak and abnormal ghost he met on the road before, "You mean, there is a 'thing' here that will devour ghosts, and that 'thing' not only swallows the energy of these ghosts, but also swallows the vitality and ghost energy in this house?"

"Hmm. Ming Chuan nodded again, "This is just my speculation. ”

"What could this 'thing' you are talking about?" Gao Shan Jing obviously also felt that Ming Chuan's speculation had some truth, and couldn't help but ponder.

"I don't know. "That's the biggest suspicion at the moment," I think, it must have something to do with that little ghost. ”

"It seems that the key to solving all the mysteries lies in that little ghost?" said Gao Shan Jing with a smile.

"It can only be said that the little ghost is the only clue in the early stage, and it is difficult to say whether it is the key or not. Ming Chuan said conservatively.

"Anyway, let's find that little imp first, and then make other plans. Gao Shanjing said with a smile. (To be continued.) )