I tried to remember where I had seen him, and sure enough, as soon as he saw me, the old man immediately met me.

"Do you remember me, young man?"

I looked at him carefully a few more times and shook my head, "Uncle, I'm sorry, I can't remember." ”

"A few months ago, you and your friend bought paper figurines at my house, do you remember?" The old man continued, trying to make me remember him.

As soon as I talked about the paper figure, I immediately remembered that he also had a mother-in-law who could tell fortunes, and her eyes were still fresh in my memory. However, I remember that the exchange was not very pleasant later, and it was this uncle who drove me and An Chen out with a paper stick, and he suddenly appeared here today, which surprised me very much.

"Do you know each other?" Mo Xun looked at me suspiciously.

"It's an acquaintance, I don't know what the uncle is looking for me?"

The uncle squinted and smiled, the folds on his face deepened, "It's my wife, who told me to wait for you here, saying that I had something to look for you." ”

"You mean let's follow you?" Mo Xun's voice was a little shrill and harsh.

I patted Mo Xun's hand, "Either you go to Han's house first, I'll come when I go." ”

Mo Xun pulled me aside and asked me in a low voice, "This old man looks weird, is there any danger?" ”

I couldn't help but laugh, "Are you caring about me?" Believe me that there is no danger, last time the old woman of his family told me a fortune and said that she couldn't figure it out, but said that An Chen would die in the fire. ”

As soon as I mentioned An Chen, Ji Yue, who had sharp ears, immediately rushed over and grabbed the corner of my clothes, "Brother Xiaoye, is what you just said true?" ”

"Nothing is absolute, I will go and save An Chen." I took Ji Yue's hand and comforted her.

"You should know the address, you can go together, I'll leave first, wait for you at the intersection of my house." The old man glanced at the car behind Xu Jialin, probably because he was afraid that there would be too many people to sit down, so he turned around and walked away, looking at his stumbling steps, which made me feel that it was not easy for him.

"Uncle, come with us!" I yelled.

The old man turned his back to me and waved, "See you then!" ”

Without further ado, I first asked Xu Jialin to drive to the street of the shroud shop, and then we walked into the alley on foot. Turning around, sure enough, we saw the old man at the intersection of the alley, and he was actually faster than us.

He didn't say much, he led the four of us to the small door, gently pushed the door open, and when it opened, it was still the harsh "creak" sound.

"Come in with me!" As he spoke, he walked forward.

We went into the house with him, and it was still dark, and this time, the old man turned on the light, and the light was not very bright, and it was a little yellow.

"Ahh It's a dead man, and look at it, there's a dead man. Ji Yue covered her mouth and shouted, pointing at the old woman on the hill of paper figures, dark coins, and gold ingots.

I was just about to step forward to take a look, when the old man rushed forward, "Old woman, don't you want to see him?" I brought people to you. ”

The old woman didn't respond, and a chill emanated from her.

"Icicles? How can there be ice in such a hot summer? Xu Jialin couldn't help asking.

"It's fate! I still haven't dodged, the old woman has long expected it, let me go to you today, but unfortunately it's still a step too late. The old man sighed and reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Uncle, are you saying that the eldest mother already knew that she had this catastrophe?" Mo Xun squeezed to the front and took a closer look at the room.

A few of us helped the uncle to carry the body of the old lady from the paper dolls, and the icicles on her chest were the size of a bowl, and we followed the uncle to carry the body of the eldest lady to the back of the room, and put the eldest lady flat on the ground.

I suddenly remembered what my eldest mother had said to An Chen, 'Destiny has been decided, and if there is change, there will be sacrifices.'" Could it be that An Chen's catastrophe was this time, and he was destined to die in the fire.

"Uncle, call the police! Let the police take care of the matter. ”

The old man glanced at Ji Yue, "Call the police?" Do you think they'll be able to find the killer? I just said that the old woman knows that her limit is approaching, so she asked me to find you, she has something, let me give it to you. ”

"What's that?" I can't wait to ask.

"Wait, I'll give it to you." The old man walked up to the cabinet, hunched over and rummaged through it.

"Ah Ye, what do you think is that?" Xu Jialin pointed to a picture frame on the wall to show me.

There was no painting in the frame, and I suddenly thought that people had died and the painting was destroyed, and I was shocked, and it seemed that there was some kind of connection between them. Could it be that this is the reason why my aunt is looking for me? It's a pity that we are still a step too late after all.

The old man found half a piece of crumpled yellow paper and handed it to me, and I eagerly opened the yellow paper, on which were written with a brush.

'Dreams, you know, are nothing but things that you wake up from. ’

I looked at the yellow paper in reverse, and there was only such an inconsequential sentence, so implicit, what kind of clue was it? My gaze naturally fell on the empty frame.

"Uncle, what is this frame for?" Although we had been here with An Chen before, we hadn't entered the back room, which was much bigger than the room where the paper figures were stacked outside, but it looked a bit nondescript with such a picture frame hanging on the wall.

The old man was stunned for a moment, apparently he hadn't noticed the painting on the wall as soon as he came in.

"This painting is still there in the morning, why is it gone?" He is also a monk of Zhang's second brother, and he is confused, but he asks us rhetorically.

"You don't know, uncle, and it's impossible for us to know." Mo Xun smiled, which was a response.

"Uncle, you know how this painting came about!" Perhaps because of Han Zixiao, Xu Jialin paid special attention to everything related to oil painting.

"I don't know where this painting came from, it was hung by the old woman, and she said every day that this painting was here to ask for her life, but it still hangs there. Once, when my wife went out, I took out this painting and threw it away, but when my wife came back, the painting was still hanging here. The old man never took his eyes off his mother-in-law's corpse when he spoke.

"This painting is a life-urging charm, by the way, uncle, can you recall that painting, I want to see it."

The old man, who had been exposed to these supernatural things every day, and who knew more or less about them, nodded at me and closed his eyes.

"Ghost Ye, your body hasn't fully recovered yet, so don't be reckless, let's do it!" Mo Xun blocked my way.

"Brother Xiaoye, let me do something for you!" Ji Yue looked at me pitifully, but I couldn't bear to refuse.

Last time, there was a dark shadow when Han Zixiao committed suicide, and I still have lingering palpitations, I won't let Ji Yue take the risk.

"You two don't have to fight, I say yes." I walked past them to the old man, put my hand on his shoulder, and with an old saying, I entered his old consciousness.

I have a sense of déjà vu in this oil painting, it is a cold and snowy winter day, still the back in the wheat field, he stands on top of the snow-capped mountain, he holds the icicles high in both hands, the icicles are cone-shaped, about a meter long, and the top is as thick as the mouth of a bowl. A few drops of bright red stained on the white snow are so obvious.