Chapter 51: A Dream Within a Dream
Su Elegy continued, "So I suspect that this Taohuatai is not the real place where the crime occurred, and the souls of the three deceased are not here, it has nothing to do with the time, it is indeed not there, it is likely that this is deliberately done by the murderer."
After listening to this, Shen Qinghan's face froze, "The Taohuatai murder case is closely related to the bride slaughter case, but all the clues are broken here, if it is as you said, maybe this Taohuatai has another article, wait and see what happens, and check it here for one night tonight."
Unstained is also nodding, now there are no extra clues, and the evil disk is also the most red in this place, indicating that the murderer has a great relationship with this area, and now he can only take one step at a time.
The three of them found a clean place, lit a small fire, and sat down.
"No, are your hands uncomfortable?" Shen Qinghan looked at Buzhany, and there seemed to be a bright light in his eyes under the light of the fire.
"No, how could Senior Brother ask this?" Buyan looked at Shen Qinghan with some doubts.
"Oh, I thought it was because your hands were uncomfortable that you wrote such earth-shattering words crying ghosts and gods," Shen Qinghan replied lightly.
"I didn't write it, it was written by Su Elegy, you bring it to me and I'll take a look" Buyan stretched out his hand and asked Shen Qinghan for the letter.
There is a Shen Qinghan who "doesn't open the pot and which pot to mention" and a "spare no effort to block the same door", Su Elegy is really angry!!
"That, Senior Brother Shen, you ...... don't give it to him!!" Before Su Elegy finished speaking, the note had already fallen into the hands of the unstained.
"Hahahahaha
"Hahahaha, Su Elegy, are your words scared by ghosts crawling on the paper?"
"Shut up, you, this is called art, you know fart!" Su Elegy didn't have a good breath.
"I'm going to die laughing, you call this ghost painting an art! I haven't seen a uglier word than yours, talent" Buzhi laughed so much that tears came out.
If it weren't for Shen Qinghan's presence, Su Wangge really wanted to go over and tell him why "the flowers are so red" with actions
Can you blame her? Did she use a brush to write? Did she read ancient Chinese in the past? Can people see that it is already her ability to write?
After a while, the three of them squinted and fell asleep, watching the changes in this peach blossom platform.
A cool breeze blew, Su Wangge suddenly opened his eyes, and the fire burned quietly, occasionally making a "crackling" sound.
She suddenly found that she was the only one here, and neither Buran nor Shen Qinghan were there.
Su Wangge just wanted to stand up and go to them, but the fire that was still burning just now was extinguished in an instant, it was pitch black, and the silver-white moonlight shining in from the ** of the peach blossom platform was faintly sprinkled on the ground, and the air was eerily quiet.
Su Wangge took a deep breath and silently thought in his heart: I haven't seen any strong winds and waves, so I don't have to be afraid.
"Squeak"
A gust of wind blew open the closed door, which opened very slowly, as if it had been gently pushed open, and did not stop until it was the largest.
Su Elegy looked out, only the transparent moonlight soaked the world, and the distant mountains were caged in a daze.
In a trance, there was an extra "person" at the empty door, with his back to her, dressed in red, and his long black hair was blown messy.
Su Wangge's scalp tingled for a while. This...... Isn't this the ghost she met a few years ago!! didn't she kill him at the time?
The "man" at the door slowly turned his head, with a smile mask on his face, and the arc of his smile was distorted and terrifying, exuding an eerie atmosphere.
Su Wangge gasped: My God, it's really the terrible ghost she met a few years ago. What is he here for?! Revenge?!
The red-clothed ghost kept his head turned and didn't move, looking at her fixedly. But Su Elegy inexplicably felt that the face under the mask of the smiling face was smiling more wantonly, more rampant, and more cautious.
Suddenly, the picture in front of me seemed to be torn apart by life, and the dark night faded away, revealing a sunny day. When the dark night is all torn apart, the eyes are new, presenting a beautiful picture of the world.
There is a big lake, the water of the lake is crystal clear, there are more than a dozen lotus flowers, the water drips on the buds, and the water droplets on the lotus leaves roll around. On the mountains by the lake, there are green, purple, and green, and the branches of the trees are like washed with water, especially the green is lovely.
There are a few peach trees by the lake, with a few points of pink, and when the wind blows, they shake their heads and shake their heads.
At this time, two people came in the distance, a daughter Lang riding on a horse, and a slender young man leading the horse. Slowly approaching, Su Wangge saw the person clearly.
The man on the horse looked very much like her, that is, he was younger, and he raised a smile in the sun, shining brightly, and it was dazzlingly beautiful, like a shining treasure. The handsome young man under the horse looked up at the girl on the horse dotingly, his face full of gentleness.
Su Wangge thought for a while and confirmed that he had not seen this young man.
Suddenly, the scene was torn apart, and the black slowly seeped in.
The white and dark scenes alternated, and Su Wangge's eyes appeared double for a while, and he closed his eyes to slow down the dazzling pain. When he opened his eyes, Su Wangge was stunned.
In front of her eyes was a courtyard, an antique building, a style she had never seen before, but like a house hundreds of years ago. But what shocked her was not this, it was a sea of blood in this courtyard, corpses all over the ground, and people were running away frantically.
Su Elegy stood in this purgatory-like scene, standing wooden.
Suddenly, a person stumbled out of this purgatory, dressed in a blood-red wedding dress, which was not colored, but half of his face was splashed with a little red, and his mechanical and cold hands were swordsman.
Su Wangge's heart was cold again: Why is it still my face?
The "Su Elegy" dressed in a wedding dress seemed to have discovered the existence of Su Elegy, and handed over a cold look, as cold as if he was looking at a dead person.
Su Elegy's goosebumps spread all over his body from his toes for a while, and the blood in his whole body screamed wildly.
"Su Elegy", dressed in a wedding dress, walked towards her with a sword, so cold that it made people feel cold, just when Su Elegy was thinking about how to deal with it, the picture in front of him was torn apart again, and a burst of white light came through.
Su Wangge quickly closed his eyes, so as not to wait and feel uncomfortable.
I said that if I could make a little transition, directly the alternation of day and night, I really didn't consider her feelings as a viewer at all!!
When I opened my eyes, it was a quiet night.
The lanterns on the city wall hang high in the night sky, it is clearly a red and lively appearance, and the long lamp shadow is reflected on the thousand-year-old city wall, but there is an indescribable lonely high and desolate.
Su Elegy wondered: What is this?
Approaching the city gate, Su Elegy pushed it open, and it was easily pushed open. Push open a crack enough to walk in, into the city, there is no one inside, no light at all, quiet and infiltrating.
Suddenly, all the lights in the city came on, and the lights were bright.
Su Elegy: ......
You have to blind her, don't you?!
Suddenly, the tallest and brightest building in the distance shook twice and collapsed, and here and now, the only thing on that side of the land could probably be seen was ruins and wreckage.
Su Wangge's heart suddenly felt inexplicably sad.
It seems that the hundred-year-old hustle and bustle of Beijing and the big dream of thousands of years on the red wall and golden tiles have landed together with the lights of the building...... Became a fly of ashes.