Even more strange is that one of the bedrooms, which faces north-west, is made of a very old-fashioned flower bed. This kind of bed is almost impossible to see in the city nowadays, and it is extremely rare even in the countryside.

The carving of this old-fashioned flower bed is exquisite, and the wood is also of the finest wood.

But the years are really long, and there is an old atmosphere everywhere. It looks more like an old antique, and the artistic value of the collection far exceeds the practical value.

But why, this old-fashioned flower bed is covered with futon?

Could it be that this Zhao Shouyin is so nostalgic?

Wrong.

This room is obviously not where Zhao Shouyin lives.

Because, next to the old-fashioned flower bed, there is an equally old dresser.

On the front of the dresser is a large oval mirror, wiped without a trace of dust.

The dresser was also spotless and clean. There is a dresser box in the corner.

In the dressing box, where the paint is about to fade, there are combs, mirrors, eyebrow knives, eyebrow pencils, makeup powders, rouge, lipsticks and other old things.

What's even more incredible is that there is still a foreign painting hanging on the wall, looking at the content and texture of the painting, I am afraid that it is hundreds of years old?

The whole room feels nostalgic.

Extremely old-fashioned.

This is not artificially old, but a kind of antiquity that has been precipitated over the years and is extremely real. It feels like moving a room from a hundred years ago to the present day.

There is also a pair of embroidered shoes at the bottom of the bed, which are very old, but they are clean, and there is no dust to be seen, just like a family woman, who works hard every day, and the home is spotless and orderly.

Lao Han saw Jiang Yue stop in this room and was silent for a long time, and couldn't help asking, "Xiao Jiang, what do you see?"

"Who do you think this room lives in?" Jiang Yue asked rhetorically.

"Guest room?or Zhao Shouyin's gold house Zangjiao?" Old Han thought about it, but couldn't find any reasonable explanation.

"Anyway, it's not Zhao Shouyin's bedroom, his room is over there. ”

Zhao Shouyin's bedroom is facing inward, and the layout is extremely simple. Nothing but a bed, a cupboard, an old-fashioned writing desk.

The room is not even equipped with a TV, which can be described as a minimalist lifestyle.

Jiang Yue looked around the bedside and the cabinet, but he didn't see anything famous.

There was also a room facing south, which had no furnishings except for a large cabinet.

The cabinet was opened, but the contents were very rich.

All kinds of old cheongsam, hakama, and pullovers are hung up in a wardrobe, with strange styles, but they all have a common feature, old!

It is a kind of old that has been really polished over the years, and it is by no means artificially old.

Opening this cabinet is like suddenly traveling back in time to more than a hundred years ago, opening the wardrobe of the hostess of a wealthy family.

A cabinet full of clothes shows the hostess's clothes and love for beauty.

Below are layers of low cabinets.

When I opened it, there were pairs of old flower shoes, with different colors and shapes, but without exception, they were still hundreds of years old.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Yue and Lao Han couldn't help but have an absurd feeling, did they travel back to more than a hundred years ago?

Although the clothes and shoes are old, after looking through them, I can't find any unusual clues.

Jiang Yue and Lao Han were a little disappointed and walked out of the room.

As soon as he walked to the door, Jiang Yue walked back again. Walk around this room thoughtfully.

Wrong.

From the perspective of feng shui, this is obviously something wrong.

In fact, even a novice who doesn't understand feng shui should know this.

When building houses in villages and towns, it is important to sit in the north and face south. Not only is the lighting good, but also sheltered from the wind.

It's not just Feng Shui.

Scientifically speaking, it is completely common sense that the bedroom faces south and the sun shines well, which is good for people's body and mind.

But on the second floor of Zhao Shouyin's house, there are two south-facing rooms, but only one is used, and the other is used to stack clothes?

If there is only one bed in the house, this is normal for an old bachelor.

But there are two beds on the second floor of his house!

The other bed chose the northwest, which is the darkest and least conducive to lighting. This is obviously contrary to common sense.

Especially in this kind of wooden house, when it comes to rainy days, there will definitely be a smell of rot in the rooms where there is not enough sunlight on weekdays.

Unless, this room is not for people!

This thought flashed through Jiang Yue's mind, and Jiang Yue himself was startled.

But it's just this idea, once it happens, it's like a vine spreading, and it's out of control.

"Old Han, if it were your house with only two beds, which two rooms would you choose?"

"Of course these two are facing south, do you still need to ask?" Old Han replied smoothly, and then his face changed in shock, "Yes, his other bedroom, why is it facing north-west?

"Jinwu Zangjiao, it's not so disgraceful, right?"

Old Han's brows furrowed.

Sangou, who had been silent, suddenly said: "Second brother, when I was young, my father would often carry my grandfather behind his back and secretly learn some feng shui tricks. I often hear him chant a sentence, what three yangs do not shine, how dark the yin is, how many demons and ghosts hide......"

Sangou has never been a scholar, but this sentence is full of learning.

Although I heard it from his father.

Jiang Yue nodded thoughtfully, what Sangou said was exactly what he was thinking just now.

Don't choose a room with plenty of light, but choose a dimly lit and gloomy room as a bedroom.

What is this for people to live in?

This is clearly for ghosts!

Female ghosts?

Jiang Yue inexplicably remembered the photo on the table downstairs, and thought of Yang Cong, who was frightened.

Could it be that this room is really for ghosts?

This Zhao Shouyin, is there still an unknown ghost love?

This......

The taste is a bit too heavy, a bit beyond imagination!

After walking on the second floor, it was still the same feeling, full of weirdness, but there was still no evidence of a real hammer.

"Let's go, go to the third floor. Jiang Yue had just finished speaking.

The corridor on the third floor creaked suddenly, and the frequency of the sound was as if someone was sprinting up the stairs as fast as they could.

The wooden staircase creaked when stepped on.

Someone?

The three of them walked up quickly, the wooden staircase was empty, how could there be half a figure?

A large lock at the end of the stairs on the third floor.

The entire third floor is actually a closed structure, and a door is hung with a key, and visitors refuse to be at the top of the stairs.

"Hammer!" Jiang Yue was not polite at all.

Raised his arms and was about to smash them down. Inside the room on the third floor, there was a sudden violent cough.

The cough was rapid and violent, like a patient with lung disease, desperately trying to cough out the turbidity in his lungs.

"Who?" Jiang Yue's hammer hung in the air, and he asked in a low voice.

"Giggle...... replied to him with a strange laugh, which was very abnormal, not at all like a normal person, but like a group of bats suddenly rushing out of a dark cave, making that creepy creaking scream.

Then there was another terrible scream in the room, followed by the sound of knives slicing through the boards, as if mixed with the sound of saws sawing bones.

The crunching and sawing sound tormented Jiang Yue's nerves.

Just listening to these voices outside the door, you can completely make up the incomparably tragic massacre that is taking place inside, with blood splattering and minced flesh flying, and the picture is bloody and terrifying.

The timid are scared to pee just by the sound alone.

Lao Han grabbed the gun and pointed to the door, staring at the door lock with blazing eyes and a serious face.

Jiang Yue snorted coldly, and slammed the hammer down.

The door lock broke in response, and Jiang Yue kicked the door open and broke in roughly.

The sound in the room seemed to be suddenly blocked out, and it disappeared cleanly.

The door was pushed open, but the layout of the third floor was unusually wide.

There is no partition on the third floor, the whole one or two hundred square meters, completely open, with only four pillars supporting the beams, so that the house has enough load-bearing capacity.

The most eye-catching thing is not the pillars, but the empty third floor in the middle, there is a huge sand table, which is dozens of hundreds of square meters, occupying half of the space on the third floor.

Although Jiang Yue rarely visits the sales department of the real estate, he has seen the sand table of the sales department.

But it was the first time Jiang Yue had seen such a big sand table.

Moreover, this sand table is exquisitely made, and compared with the developer's sand table, it is even better!

"Three dogs, don't touch it!"

Jiang Yue saw Sangou come forward and immediately stopped.

Lao Han and Sangou only saw a sand table, but Jiang Yue saw more.

There is a huge sand table on the third floor, and anyone who comes up to see this exquisitely crafted sand table for the first time will be attracted by it, and will never notice other details.

Jiang Yue is one of the exceptions in a million.

What he saw was something outside the sand table!