In the far north, Chuan Road ——— dog meat shop.

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"Then there's the issue of ventilation windows and drains." Li Yuanfeng left the door, walked to the inside of the big barrel room, and looked at the ventilation window on the overhead plate and the drainage outlet in front of the big barrel in turn, "You can imagine such a technique." The door can be locked by attaching the thin wire to the iron pin, passing through the ventilation window, leading to the outside, and pulling down the thin wire vigorously. Then, if done properly, the thin wire can also be untied from the iron pin and pulled out. ”

"It's too much trouble."

"Yes. After the verification of the old man Pu Tian, the possibility of this technique was also ruled out——— there was no fine line at the scene. ”

"I see."

In the same way, it is also possible to commit a crime by connecting a thin wire to an iron pin through the drain......... But from the vat room on the second floor, leading the thin line to the gutter outside the house is not an easy task. ”

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"What will the truth be?" Song Dabai was a little impatient, "Could it be that An Zheng committed suicide?" ”

"What the hell is going on......... Li Yuanfeng stood in front of the door with a sad face again, "There is another way to commit the crime." He touched the pin again, "So, break it right above." You can roughly maintain this angle——— and you can see that this iron pin has stopped. ”

Then he opened the door and slammed it shut. The door slammed, and it was loud. The iron pin still maintained that angle and did not fall.

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"That's just now, no." Li Yuanfeng muttered and closed the door again. This time it was harder than before, like slamming the door. Because of the vibration, the iron pin lost its balance, drew an arc, and fell. But in the opposite direction. It fell across from the iron pin.

"That's what it means, anyway." Li Yuanfeng didn't try again, and looked back at Song Dabai.

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"If you do, you won't leave any traces." After listening to Song Dabai's words, Li Yuanfeng shrugged.

"It's not going to leave a trace, but it's too much. If you make a noise like that in the middle of the night, do you think no one will hear it? Next to this is Silence, and directly below is the room of the old man Putian, and it will not necessarily succeed, at most it is only fifty percent. ”

"That's right."

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At the end of the notebook, the old man Putian said that he had made meticulous observations and attempts. He must have tried the same method as before. I am afraid that this possibility is also ruled out for the reasons I have just mentioned. ”

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What the hell is going on?

Old Man Pu Tian and Li Yuanfeng spent so much time studying the "closed" problem of the big barrel room, what was their conclusion?

Song Dabai felt a headache.

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"Now, the answer is coming out." Li Yuanfeng kept touching his chin and said to himself, "Did An Zheng really commit suicide?" Perhaps......... But the problem is, that empty jar......... That one......... Ay? ”

His hand touching his chin suddenly stopped, "Yes, yes, yes." If that's the case......... No, how is that possible. ”

“……… I see. The people who live in the books......... Is it in the book? I see. If that's the case......... That one......... What's going on with that? ……… That one? ……… Yes, that's too, that's .........."

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"What's wrong? Yuanfeng. ”

Song Dabai asked uneasily, but Li Yuanfeng ignored him, muttering words that others didn't understand at all, like a world who had just entered the empty door and was talking there. For a while, he closed his mouth, and then stared straight into the air, and his light dark face and expression remained unchanged, like a stone statue, and he stood for a long time.

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"Ah.........h

Soon, Li Yuanfeng sighed angrily, "It's really infuriating, what the hell is going on?" Too stupid stupid. It's infuriating. ”

He yelled like a dog. Suddenly rushed out of the vat room, as if pushed out by some kind of occult power.

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"Yuanfeng!!" Song Dabai hurriedly followed behind and ran out, "Yuanfeng, what's wrong.........

"Book, Great White. Master Li is the one who lives in the book. Li Yuanfeng was on the side of the couch in the room, turned around suddenly, and said loudly.

Song Dabai was puzzled and tilted his head.

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"Yes. The day before yesterday, we heard about it in Ten Mile City. ”

"At that time, we didn't understand what it meant. Even the Sadas who told us this did not understand. ”

"But........." Song Dabai was even more of a second monk, confused, "But, what about what we said in the inn room last night?" Doesn't that explain things in general terms? ”

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"Ah, that's what you said." Li Yuanfeng nodded, "Of course, what we said last night can indeed explain some things clearly. But I can only get about eighty percent of the answers, and there are still twenty percent, which I haven't figured out yet, and that's the key to the whole case........."

As he spoke, Li Yuanfeng walked around the couch and walked to the window of the room. It was the black window paper embedded in the wall, and there was a small sliding window for ventilation above, and Li Yuanfeng pulled the rope hanging down to open the small sliding window.

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"The windows in the downstairs rooms are all like this."

He stilted up to see the state of the small sliding window, but the sliding window was too high for him to reach.

Li Yuanfeng looked around the room, found a round stool in the corner of the room, moved it under the window, and stood on it.

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I don't know what Li Yuanfeng was thinking, but I saw him stretch his hand out of the window.

"Okay, okay, that's not going to work." Li Yuanfeng muttered in satisfaction and jumped down from the stool.

"What's not going to work?" Song Dabai asked.

Li Yuanfeng pulled the rope and closed the window.

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In that notebook, the small sliding window is written as follows——— even if it is fully opened, there is only a gap less than the size of a palm. Do you remember? ”

"You remember it clearly."

"I read it over and over again, many times." Li Yuanfeng patted the dust on his hands, "It's indeed exactly the same as described in the notebook." Even if it's all open, it's only the size of a palm. And the window is slanted up, no matter how you try to it, you can't climb in, not even four fingers out. ”

"Yes........."

"Okay, the old man Pu Tian should be in a hurry downstairs. We don't have to look at the attic anymore, go straight to the cellar. Walk!! Great. ”

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Pu Tian was waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs.

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Just now, Li Yuanfeng was in the big barrel room, and when he closed the door to "try", the loud sound seemed to be transmitted downstairs. The old man Pu Tian asked what was going on.

Li Yuanfeng vaguely supported the past and did not explain to him.

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The three of them walked towards the stairs leading to the cellar inside the firewood room.

Because the house has been dilapidated and abandoned for a long time, only Li Yuanfeng's kerosene lamp can be illuminated.

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The three of them lined up and walked down the stairs, Li Yuanfeng walked in front, followed by Pu Tian, and Song Dabai in the end.

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In the dark cellar, there is no sound, and people can't help but shiver.

A thick darkness poured in from the front and back, and it made people feel like they were going to be swallowed up little by little.

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Looking at the yellow light swaying in front of him, Song Dabai cautiously walked forward.

The light shone only on the dirty earthen walls, and there was not a single decent piece of furniture in sight.

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Going all the way in, the room turned at a right angle to the right. Indeed, it is the same as described in the diary———

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Turn the corner, and a ray of light comes in from above. In front of the right-hand hand ——— at one end of the top of the head, there is a square notch. That's the secret entrance and exit that I just found in the big room.

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"The ladder is here."

Li Yuanfeng took a kerosene lamp and shone it along the wall, along a dilapidated wooden ladder.

The old man Pu Tian walked directly below the gap, tilted his neck, and looked up at the large bright room.

Li Yuanfeng shouted at him and continued to walk towards the depths of the cellar.

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Soon——— in the light of kerosene, they found that they had come to an end.

There is a slender, gray door in the wall.

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In his notes, Pu Tian once mentioned a "useless" door. It's like that door.

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Li Yuanfeng paced to the door.

He was holding a kerosene lamp in his left hand, and his right hand was about to open the door, when Pu Tian shouted, "Wait a minute, Yuanfeng." Or ——— me," he said hoarsely, and walked over, "I'll do it." ”

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Song Dabai was taken aback and stared at him tightly.

Pu Tian leaned the cane in his right hand against the wall, slowly stretched out his hand, placed it on the door, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the door.

———There should be a camouflaged earthen wall there, which has already been built.

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But———

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"Ahh Song Dabai couldn't help but scream.

"What's going on...... Pu Tian was also surprised, grabbing the door panel and standing there, "This ........."

Old Man Pu Tian shook his head desperately and muttered, as if talking to himself, "What the hell is going on?" ”

There are no walls there at all. It seems like it hasn't been before.

Opposite ——— door, a narrow corridor stretched into the darker depths.

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"Go in and have a look." Li Yuanfeng ignored the flustered Song Dabai and Pu Tian, and said calmly, "It's better to take a good look at the situation inside." ”

"But, Yuanfeng, this .........," Pu Tian gasped, "it seems that what is written in the notebook is all made up. ”

"You still can't remember anything?"

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"I'm ——— I'm ........." The old man hit his head with his right hand, as if it hurt.

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"Let's go." As he spoke, Li Yuanfeng took a kerosene lamp and shone it in the door.

On the straight road, there was no suspicious sign, "Dabai, you can come in too." ”

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The three of them lined up again in the darkness and walked forward.

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The water seeped out from somewhere, and the floor of the corridor was wet.

All three of them were very careful, for fear of falling. Whenever my arms touched the walls on either side, the bone-chilling coldness made me want to scream.

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After walking for a while, the road made a big left turn in the direction ahead.

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Turning that corner, it may be the place where the white bones of the little girl and the dog were ———seen by all five people in the notebook.

Perhaps, the Thunderwood who died in the big room a year ago is also placed there.........

Thinking of this, Song Dabai was even more scared.

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"Nothing."

Li Yuanfeng stood around the corner, looked back at the two and said, "Look, old man Pu Tian." There are no bones, corpses or anything like that. ”

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"Ah........." Pu Tian's eyes followed the yellow light of the kerosene lamp in Li Yuanfeng's hand and looked around.

There really is no such thing as a corpse.

What the hell is going on?

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How do you think about it......... Song Dabai felt a little dizzy, and couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hands and lean his shoulders against the wall.

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"Oops?" At that moment, Li Yuanfeng's voice came from the darkness, "What's that?" ”

When I looked closely, there was a gray thing in the darkness a few feet ahead. Something flat, like a wooden plank, stands on the wall on the right.

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Li Yuanfeng urged the two of them and slowly walked towards the front.

———It was like a plank.

It was about two feet long, and a dirty white cloth hung from it.

Li Yuanfeng reached out and took off the white cloth.

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Appearing in front of the trio was a painting, framed in silver.

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"So that's it."

Li Yuanfeng muttered and looked at Pu Tian, "This seems to be a painting painted by Master Li Yu." ”

——— there is a picture of a little girl sitting cross-legged in a wooden rocking chair. She wears a long light blue dress. He wore long black hair in front of his heart and a red hat on his head.

……… This is exactly the same as the painting that hangs in the large room mentioned in the notebook.

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However——— but there is a little difference.

The diary mentions a black dog curled up beside the little girl's wooden chair, but it does not appear in this painting.

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Moreover, there is something strange about this painting.

There are several black cracks on the top and bottom of the ———, left and right. This ——— seems to have been deliberately cut through the canvas.

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Song Dabai stood in horror.

The old man Pu Tian next to him suddenly let out a strange scream. He shook his head like madness (Song Dabai had never seen it) and stepped back, leaning against the wall behind him, as if trying to escape from the portrait.

His cane fell to the ground with a clatter.

Pu Tian didn't even pick it, he wanted to stick it on the wall behind him, and continued to shake his head desperately, only those eyes were still looking straight at the little girl in the portrait.

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"Ah........." his dry lips quivered, "plum ........."

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"Mr. Putian." Song Dabai shouted at him in surprise. He was indeed shouting the name "Plum" just now, "Mr. Pu Tian, do you remember?" ”

"I ........."

The old man finally took his eyes off the portrait, leaned against the wall, and hung his head, "I......... Ah.........h

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"Go inside."

As he spoke, Li Yuanfeng picked up the crutches that fell on the ground and handed it to the old man Pu Tian, "Just go down like this, and you will find the exit." Get out there. ”

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As Li Yuanfeng said, in the damp darkness, continue to walk, the road did not come to an end (different from the description in the notebook), and another gray gate appeared like the one just now.

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Li Yuanfeng opened the door and saw that there was a very steep wooden staircase leading to the top.

"Can you go up?" Li Yuanfeng turned around and asked Pu Tian. The old man nodded silently.

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Ascending the stairs, the entrance is blocked by a brown wooden disc that resembles a lid.

Li Yuanfeng put the kerosene lamp at his feet, stretched out his two hands, and pushed it upwards vigorously.

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With a dull sound, a dazzling light came in.

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And just like that, the three climbed to the ground.

The exit was narrow, and the surrounding area was obscured by trees more than a foot high.

——— here it looks like a pile of trees in the front yard. In order to conceal the exit, such a circular bush was specially set up.

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