"Follow me." Xue Yan left the original room with the prison painting and came to a small room in the depths of the Ten Palaces.

The room was very small, and the light was very dim, and the eyes that could see clearly in the dark night could not see clearly, and could only vaguely see that there was a person sitting on a chair, with his head down, sitting alone in the middle of the room.

His short hair hung low on his face, and for some reason it was damp, dripping to the ground. But as soon as the droplet touched the ground, it disappeared.

Walking into the room, Xue Yan lit the lamp, and only then did he see the scene in the room. It was an empty room, with only a chair in the middle. On the chair sat a man, wearing a light blue shirt and dark gray trousers, the fabric did not look ordinary, but his whole body was wet, and he couldn't see his face clearly with his head lowered, and he looked a little decadent and haggard. Even though he was soaking wet, the ground was clean, as if no water had dripped from his body.

And what attracted the most was the man's hand. His hands were behind his back, tightly tied to the back of the chair with ropes, his fingertips were full of bamboo sticks, and the swollen wounds looked horrible, but no blood flowed out, like a prisoner who had been tortured.

This is obviously a person who was guilty of sin in his life, and after his death, he was sent to the Four Temples and Five Senses King to be punished.

The prison painting looked at Xue Yan in surprise, his eyes full of inquiry. Xue Yan pouted at the man's face and said, "Look at whether you recognize it." ”

The man's face hung very low, almost buried in his chest, where could he see the prison painting? She had to squat down and put her face close to the man's face to look, but she saw that there was a wound on the man's forehead, and a wisp of blood was flowing down, and there was no intention of stopping.

The prison painting knew that this was the state of the man before he died. There was water, and the head was bleeding. She recalled it carefully and guessed, "Are you ...... Jiang Su Dao? ”

The man raised his head sharply when he heard this, and he saw his eyes clearly for a moment. Those eyes were full of hatred and gloom, like a black fire, the temperature was cold, but it could burn everything.

"You know me?" The man spoke, his voice hoarse. When a ghost dies, it will either change to its former appearance or remain the same as when it died, but it will not undergo physical changes due to the torture he has experienced in the underworld, and this hoarse voice is obviously not caused by the torture he suffered after death.

Then there is only hatred.

The prison painting looked at his hateful eyes, his eyes calm. But her heart was like a hundred horses roaring loudly, ready to set foot on the territory ahead. Jiang Su Dao! She actually saw Jiang Sudao with her own eyes! This man is the cause of everything and the key to solving the mystery. Because of him, she was drawn into a war without gunpowder, and her family was ruined. He was the most important person and the only witness, but he was a dead man, and no one could ask the truth from his mouth, but she found him! He sat down in front of her and asked her if she knew her. How can she be calm?

The two looked at each other for almost a minute, and the prison painting finally calmed down. She took a deep breath and said, "Jiang Sudao, I hope you still remember all this. ”

Jiang Sudao's embarrassed face, which was bleeding and couldn't tell whether it was wet or sweaty, I don't know if it was because of the man's resolute silhouette or because of hatred, at this time it seemed to have a kind of down-and-out beauty. He had no expression, but his eyes rolled and he said coldly: "There is nothing in this world worthy of being remembered by me." ”

"But you remember it well, don't you?" The prison painting stared at him without blinking, not letting the black flame in those eyes back down. "Otherwise, what are you hating and what do you want to forget?"

Jiang Sudao probably saw the same color as himself from the eyes of the prison painting, and finally became interested in the prison painting.

"What do you want to know?" Jiang Su asked.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, but there was no smile on his face, but a chill: "I want to know everything." Who made you leave the world you were born with, with your precious life and all your riches taken away from you, to come to this dark place to live with hatred and loneliness. And who, in order to cover up the truth, killed my parents, leaving me bereaved and displaced, and left with nothing. Jiang Su said, give me your hatred, God ignores you, I will give you justice! ”

Jiang Sudao looked at the delicate and beautiful woman in front of him in astonishment. As she said this, he seemed to see a faint white glow around her, as sacred and majestic as a god, inviolable. Who the hell is she?

He nodded subconsciously. At that moment, he could feel something in his body pulling away, and it hurt him, as if he was going to slice his soul open. The feeling became stronger and stronger, and he screamed in pain, and his two hands tied behind him were torn by the rope, but he couldn't feel any pain, he could only scream weakly, and his legs kept shaking, which was more painful than the moment when he was in a car accident before he died.

But soon, the feeling disappeared immediately, leaving no trace, as if it had never happened. And the heavy hatred he suppressed in his heart seemed to be much easier.

"Who are you? Why are you helping me? You said you killed your parents, what is the matter? Jiang Su asked.

"You don't have to know that, you just need to tell me what happened the day you died. I want all the details. ”

Jiang Sudao didn't understand, but Xue Yan saw it clearly from the side. At the moment when Jiang Sudao nodded, a black power in his soul was forcibly withdrawn and sucked into the sea of consciousness in the prison painting. And the prison painting also surged at this moment, and it was full of brilliance.

Prison Painting was also taken aback by the changes that had just taken place in a moment. She looked at her glowing hands in surprise and looked at Xue Yan at a loss.

Xue Yan didn't understand what was going on, he only cared about whether something would happen to the prison painting now. However, he checked the prison paintings up and down, but found nothing.

"Okay, I'm fine. More on that later. After Xue Yan looked at him for the twentieth time, he finally couldn't help but stop him, pointed at Jiang Sudao and asked, "Why was he tortured?" Did you make a mistake in your lifetime? ”

Xue Yan originally wanted to give the prison painting a closer look, but she was a little unhappy when she interrupted him, but he still replied to the prison painting: "Well, the transaction is fraudulent." It's not serious, and the sentence has long been over. But this guy has not spoken, has not admitted his mistakes, has not shouted or screamed, and has stared at the ghost who was executed, with a bad attitude, and the King of Five Senses has not been sent to the Five Palaces. ”

"The underworld is so big, and the information is all manual statistics, so it's really not easy to find him. Thank you. The prison painting looked at Xue Yan gratefully. She asked Xue Yan to help her find her father at that time, and she realized that it was not so easy to find someone in the underworld. Come to think of it, there are no fewer people in the underworld than the people above, there are so many, it is not easy to manage. Coupled with the fact that there is no high-tech help, of course it will be less efficient. So although she had the idea of looking for Jiang Sudao, she never told Xue Yan. After all, I am embarrassed to trouble others again and again. I already owe favors to others, and if I continue to owe it, I will promise it to myself.

"Say thank you to me?" Xue Yan seemed to be very willing to let the prison painting owe him a favor. "You ask first, when you ask clearly, I have to send him to the King of Five Senses."

Prison Painting nodded, put away the thousands of emotions in his heart, and began to interrogate Jiang Sudao.

"On the day you died, was your brother Jiang Beiying who took the initiative to invite you to dinner?"

"It's not." Jiang Sudao shook his head. "It was he who told me that he wanted to invest in a farmhouse and asked me to accompany him on a visit. But he told me that the idea was not yet mature, so he told me not to tell anyone. ”

"My younger brother is usually idle and never interferes in the family's business. Now that I suddenly have an interest in investing, I really want to support him, so I went to the appointment on time. ”

"I had a meeting at the company that morning, and after the meeting, I drove my own car to the farmhouse."

"I had a long conversation with Beiying that day. We talked about careers and dreams. He also told him that I had given up my dream of being a pilot in order to inherit my father's career. If he can take over the family business, I can pursue my dreams. He was very excited and kept urging me to drink. He didn't like me since I was a kid and always kept his distance from me. Seeing him like this, I thought he had changed sex, so I drank a lot of it very happily. ”

"Later, we got into my car. Although I drank a little too much at the time, my mind was still sober, and I was ready to call a substitute driver. But Beiying said that he was not at ease and asked me to lie down in the car for a while before leaving. ”

"I'm glad my brother cares so much about me. So I listened to him and lay down in the car for a while. Then my mind was full of what Beiying had told me, saying that it was for me to realize my dreams and let me fly. Then I really had a dream that I was flying a plane and flying high in the air......"

The rest of the story, prison painting is basically known. Jiang Beiying left the car, and Jiang Sudao woke up with hallucinations, thinking that he was flying a plane, so he drove the car into the river, and finally caused the fatal car accident.

"When you were drinking with Jiangbei Ying, or when you were resting in the car later, did you come into contact with any unknown objects or food?"

Jiang Sudao snorted coldly and said, "He didn't do anything when he was drinking. But he left something in my car. He said that he had begged for a safety buckle from the temple, and that he had to hang it under my rearview mirror. I thought it was his intention, so I stayed. But there's a drug in there, which can hallucinate. He used to take this medicine, I don't know how many times he was taught by his father, and how many times he secretly smoked it behind our backs. I'm familiar with the smell. But I was blinded by his disguised kindness, and didn't think in that direction at all. By the time I woke up, it was too late. ”

"Can that safety buckle still be used as evidence?"

"No, I can't. Even if it doesn't encounter water, it will volatilize within ten minutes of contact with the air, and there will be no trace of it. ”

"Is there nothing to use as evidence?" Prison painting is a little frustrated.

Jiang Sudao's cold eyes suddenly lit up, and a dangerous smile appeared on his lips.

"Yes."