Artists don't use their real names, but rather take an artistic name. It is used to highlight one's own style and type, which is like walking in the martial arts world, reporting a nickname, so that people respect, fear, admire, and fear themselves, that is, repeatedly deepen the impression of this self-created symbol in people's minds, making it an inherent symbolic information.

Longshan Cheng is no exception, his stage name is Yama.

In ancient times, there were six realms, heaven, earth, people, livestock, hungry ghosts, and Shura. The Netherworld is not among them, it is the transit station of the six realms, which occupies an important position between heaven and earth, and all the creatures in the world will be thrown into the Netherworld after they die.

Ghosts in the underworld must look at the past and present lives in Wangxiangtai, according to the different crimes, divided into ten halls of Yama trial, according to the crime, meritorious reward, fault is punished, the latter into the next three realms, through suffering, cleansed the sins. In the mythological descriptions of various places, the nature of the underworld (underworld) is much the same, it is an operating body with an internal mechanism, and Yama is the supreme authority of the underworld, they are in charge of ghosts, and all the affairs of ghosts are under their control.

Longshan Cheng also had this intention of naming Yama, since the portraits he painted were all painted by ghosts, or the scenery observed by the Yin spirit. Then, it is also appropriate for him to be named Yama, and in addition, this stage name also has the meaning of being bold and evil. Just like the common people will pay tribute to the second master at home, paste the portrait of Zhong Kui, or the statue of the door god of Qin and Wei Chi, this is also the same reason.

But how much specific efficacy can be, it can only be said that he wants psychological comfort, and Long Shancheng has no way to fight them.

The Taoist priests on the market who boast how powerful they are, they are not necessarily how powerful, and he has also traveled through the rivers and lakes. Jianghu warlocks set up a flag, shouted along the street, pretended to be blind when wearing a pair of sunglasses, bluffed people into a daze, and then used psychological skills, plus a few tricks to deceive people, and cooperated with each other to cover, and became a certain half-immortal.

If this job is exchanged for him, he can do it.

Nowadays, there are not many people who ask for help and ask for Buddha, there are infertility and children, there are people who ask God to ask Buddha on the eve of the college entrance examination, there are wives who ask their husbands to change their minds, and there are gamblers who ask for windfalls......

The array is endless.

There is a trick called casting a wide net, collecting more fish, and choosing the best from it. With the routines of those charlatans, it should be called choosing a coincidence, and most of the "heavenly secrets" they leaked were ambiguous words, just like the verses played by the Buddhists.

If you don't understand, you don't have Huigen, and if you understand, he earns it. Anyway, he made money after all, he had no business, and he had a lot of profits.

If someone comes back to settle accounts, he can fool him, and when he encounters something difficult, he makes a helpless appearance and returns the money. Ordinary people don't settle accounts with them when they get money.

It is also very difficult to catch them, they have no fixed residence, and they wander around the north and south of the river, making a fortune. Sending people to arrest them is a loss-making business, and if you want to punish them, you can only catch them by coincidence, and then go through old accounts and sentence them.

In short, the so-called "gods" and "gods" that Long Shancheng has seen are quite "gods", but in front of the pictures he painted, all of them have become waste materials.

Don't talk about them, as long as they are a normal person, they can't accept the gaze of those weird and malicious pupils.

Long Shancheng knew that he was not a fair and upright person, although he did not indirectly participate in those dirty things, but the blood stained in his hands could not be washed away even if he washed off a layer of skin.

He took a vicious sip of wine and stared at the paintings that lined up in the living room.

How long will this kind of life of hiding in Tibet and being like a rat live?!

In the past, he could directly use the money to settle the two stupid forks next door, so that they could take the money and go to estrus wherever they loved. It saves them from making noise every day and making noise so much that they don't have a good night's sleep. Otherwise, he can secretly find someone to cripple the two of them, the man throws him into the river to be sober, and the woman finds a few strong ones to leave her with some deep memories, and it is best to record a portrait so that her lover can enjoy the whole process with her eyes wide open. He didn't believe that the two of them would stay here if they did.

If he really can't, he can also find another high-end house with good sound insulation, and he will paint in it, and no one can disturb him when the sky collapses and the universe explodes.

But he can't, only by staying in this old mansion in the old city that is about to be eliminated can he reduce the danger of his identity being exposed.

The police may not have let him go yet, or they may still be secretly searching for his whereabouts. And those rich businessmen will not let go of him with the account book in his hand.

Long Shancheng's eyes darkened.

That ledger gave him both trouble and bargaining chips. If one day, those who did not spare him find this place, he can use the whereabouts of the ledger to coerce them to let him go. Whichever side finds him first, he has a chance of survival.

I saw him bend down and knock his fingers on the tiles in the living room.

Knock, knock......

Sometimes dull and crisp sound, like a nameless song, played in the hands of Long Shancheng.

Under the tiles in the living room, there is a ledger that he has buried in advance. There are two copies of the ledger, one is paper, wrapped tightly with oilcloth, and placed under the pried open tiles for many years, so long that Longshan Cheng has forgotten the ledger and was buried somewhere by himself. There is also a USB flash drive data, he dug a hole in the wall and hid the USB flash drive in it.

The tiles of the floor, the appearance of which is not indistinguishable, has been worn out over the years, and it has become difficult to distinguish them in appearance.

Long Shancheng found a small hammer with a sharp tip, and knocked it open and knocked the edge of the tile with a crisp echo to bond the cement piece by piece. The real tile that hides the ledger only has a layer of cement slurry about one millimeter on the surface, and as long as you break its cover with a hammer, you can easily pry the tile open.

The other cement, which also dug a shallow floor slab, was a suspicious array laid by him. Those people will find ways to find and destroy the ledger he has hidden at the lowest cost. Therefore, if he lies that he has destroyed the ledgers, they will destroy him. If he says he's hiding in a place where no one knows about it, they'll go out of their way to rummage through the house where he lives.

When the tiles that may have hidden the ledger are repeatedly uncovered, only to find nothing, the psychology of those people changes. Thus he will believe that this room cannot hide an important ledger, which is also his psychological warrior, the true and the false, the real and the false are mixed together, and it is difficult for the chief instructor to distinguish between them, and the initiative will be in his hands at that time.

It was about the time of drinking a pot of tea, and Long Shancheng's eyes lit up, and under the hammer strike, the edge of the tile was cemented like an eggshell. He carefully peeled off the cement strip of the frame, took a utility knife in his hand, and dug a small trench in the white ash in the gap along the four sides of the tile.

Then, he didn't feel distressed, took a paintbrush, and roughly used a utility knife to cut off the fine hairs of the brush. Insert the sturdy iron-clad nib into the small groove of the carved tile, and insert the thin edge of the nib into the tile. The tip of the pen and the barrel of the pen held in the hand formed a lever, and with a bang, the entire tile was completely uncovered.

Long Shancheng's hands turned gray, stained with dust from the sides of his tiles.

A small bag wrapped in a dark tarpaulin lay quietly in the deep pit, and the tip of the nose jumped on the tip of the nose with a faint musty smell first. The thickness of the entire cloth bag seems to have shrunk due to the weight of day after day.

He couldn't be sure that this was a picture that he remembered for a long time, as early as the second year of moving into the building, he signed a ten-year lease, which was harsh on both parties. It does not specify the price of rent, nor does it specify how often it should be paid, or how much the deposit should be. It only strongly requires that the contract period of the lease between the parties to the contract is 10 years, that is, during this period, Party A cannot sublet the house to others without reason, and Party B cannot violate the regulations and fail to pay the rent payable on time.

If both parties unilaterally breach the contract, they shall compensate the other party 100 times the one-year rent of the rented house.

Fang Deshu didn't think about this kind of contract at all, she was happy to find a long-term and stable tenant, and after a cursory look at the contract, she signed her name.

Long Shancheng took a fancy to this place that was hidden enough, and those who wanted to know his whereabouts would not come to the door for a while. However, he didn't expect to stay in this place for almost twelve years. That rental contract, it's easy for him to tear it up, anyway, he doesn't have a lot of debts, and the charges he bears are enough to go to prison and eat prison for decades.

However, the people he was worried about who came to the door seemed to have really forgotten his existence, he had been here for so long and had not seen a suspicious person. This has to do with his carefulness.

The ledger in front of him was dug in the house by him ten years ago, taking advantage of municipal construction, and finding tools. The noise of municipal construction perfectly concealed the traces of his digging in the house.

When the tarpaulin was opened, Long Shancheng breathed a sigh of relief. Although the tarpaulin looks old and dirty, the ledger inside is well preserved. He found a clean cloth, wiped his hands clean, and gently opened the ledger as if he were holding a glass ball.

When the cover of the ledger is revealed, the yellowed paper first catches the eye, followed by some faded ink, which does not interfere with the viewing of the contents.

Long Shancheng patiently opened the ledger one by one, and every page could be opened, without the moisture invading it, and it was in vain that he used the best materials at that time to make waterproof measures, and the paper used in the ledger was also the best quality he could find at that time. Before doing things for them, he already had a defensive heart, and this ledger was his backhand.

But he didn't expect that day to come so quickly.

Flipping through the ledger, you can vaguely see the names of some people, Zhao Fan, An Shan......

Jingle bell, jingle bell.