"And then he stuck a dead bird in the piece of iron to scare me?"

"That's right, don't look at those dead birds, but he also looked for a long time to collect them, in order to achieve the terrifying effect, he also deliberately made the dead birds bloody, but at first glance it looks quite scary, not to mention that you are timid."

I was dissatisfied: "The fifth uncle knew that he was deliberately scaring me, but he didn't come forward to stop it? What if I'm really scared? ”

Meng Wugan laughed twice and said, "How can it be so easy to be scared, if I come forward to stop it, it will only make things more complicated, and I can get to the shore faster." ”

I really don't understand what these people think.

"At the beginning, he didn't show up in the town, maybe it wasn't his intention to show up, and at that time you still had Xiao Sanzi and Song Xiaoling by your side, he secretly scared and scared you at most, but maybe God also wants to help him, there are conflicts between a few of you, and there are fewer contacts, especially after they leave the town, he begins to follow you often, pretending to be tricks to scare you."

"He's the guy pushing me in the alley?"

"yes? I was there at the time, watching him pat you and pat you, and you panicked, it was really a little funny, like a naughty brother playing with a timid sister. But if you have a good time, I don't know why his temper suddenly pushed you, and with his skills, I guess the bones are about to fall apart, right? ”

No wonder I always feel that there are a lot of eyes staring at me, it turns out that Yan Cuo is often following me, and Yan Cuo is still followed by Meng Wu, but I don't know at all, like a drama on the stage! And when Han San laughed at Song Lingjian and left, it was not that I was worried and hallucinated, but that someone was really deliberately scaring me unscrupulously.

- Thinking about it this way, Han Sanxiao and Song Lingjian are like my talismans, without them, I don't know when I would die.

"Then he came up with these little tricks of mural bleeding, and I saw that he tried and tested it many times in his room, and at first I thought he was bored and played by himself, but then I learned that he designed it professionally to scare you."

I bit my lip and said, "How can that mural bleed?" ”

"It's pretty simple, but he's pretty smart when he can figure it out. First, the cinnabar grains are wrapped in a very thick paste, and then the paste wrapped in cinnabar is applied to the rice paper, and the rice paper is pasted on the white wall of the painting wall, which cannot be seen without looking carefully. When the time comes, as long as the wall behind the mural is baked with fire, the paste will melt, but the white of the paste blends with the wall, and it is basically invisible, and the red cinnabar will appear bright red like blood, and at first glance it looks like the mural is bleeding. ”

"Then if there is cinnabar flowing through, there will be red marks on the wall, I went to see it later, Xia Xia should have also seen it, that wall is obviously white and traceless-"

"Ouch, so you didn't listen carefully, didn't you say it, the paste is applied to the white declaration, and the paste and cinnabar are all flowing down the rice paper, I just need to take the rice paper away. At that time, even if you tell others that the mural is bleeding, no one will believe it when they see the clean white wall. That's why you think you've got the hell you want. ”

No wonder when I touched it afterwards, I felt that the wall was a little cold and damp. But it's not right to think about it, if you use fire to bake the wall on the back, there should be traces left, so I asked Meng Wu.

"Alas, have you forgotten that there is a table on the wall behind your mural, and you always light a night light on that table at night, and there are always traces of the lamp, and the marks become bigger and smaller, how can you take it to heart?"

When I thought about it, it was indeed true, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly, even the fifth uncle knew his own home better than me, and a head like mine deserved to be scared.

"What about the grimaces on the walls?"

"There's no grimace at all, that's Yan Cuo probing in your room, you woke up in the middle of the night and just saw it, he grabbed himself to the wall, wanted to pretend that he was a piece of clothing, but I didn't expect you to notice it and want to be crooked, thinking it was a grimace - it was because you were too cowardly, and you were caught by Yan Cuo."

Yan Cuo did so much, it was really hard work.

"After sneaking around like this for a few days, he suddenly appeared publicly in the town again, lived in the toast building, and swaggered through the market."

I have bitterness in my heart, and these are all for a purpose.

He lives in the No. 7 room of Weizi in the Toast Building, a small room like a firewood room, eats the cheapest coarse steamed buns every day, and never eats three meals a day. Sometimes I follow him at night, and I hear him grunting with hunger, and he is reluctant to spend an extra copper plate of the good money, if he is really a great traitor, with his ability, he can take some silver from anywhere, and it will not be effortless, right? "Meng is gentle as if telling a story.

It turned out that Yan Cuo's life was very hard, but his self-esteem was so strong.

"Then one night, I saw him counting the money in the room, and he couldn't find any extra money to eat. He lay in his room, starving motionless, and his lips were chapped before he would drink some water, but he did not dare to drink too much, lest he be even hungrier after the toilet. I really feel distressed, who made him look so similar to your father, watching him starving, just like watching your father starving, so I secretly confessed to the little donkey, and paid enough for the house and food, so that he could eat and drink well, so that he would have to worry about doing things. ”

It turned out that Meng Wuzai secretly gave money to keep Yan Cuo, but if Yan Cuo had no money, no place to live and no money to eat, he might give up the trouble of finding an embroidery village, and maybe, there wouldn't be so many things later.

"Keeping him down, just want him to finish what he wants to do as soon as possible, if he doesn't succeed this time, then he will come back next time, I don't have so much energy and time to stay here and wait for him, this time I was also an accidental coincidence to come over early, just happened to meet these things."

I said calmly: "Han Sanxiao and Song Lingjian will protect me, the fifth uncle has not been around, and I have always lived well." ”

Meng Wu sighed and said, "That's what I said, but these two children are not light or heavy, I am afraid that they will hurt Yan Cuo, after all, they have no feelings for Yan Cuo, and I am different." ”

It turns out that the fifth uncle is planning to do this, usually he is so innocent and innocent, but he thinks much deeper than me.

"Originally, I didn't think of the choke thing at all, although that kid looks like your father, he doesn't have your father's righteous demeanor, and he always does some things like stealing chickens and touching dogs, he really has that body and face in vain, and a little bit of unstructured work will only be used to secretly pretend to be ghosts, which is really not the material for a big tool - until that day, I saw him save Xia Yatou."

I was stunned: "Yan mistakenly saved Xia Xia?" ”

Meng Wu laughed to himself, but his laughter was always sad: "Yes, some things, some people, just look at a moment, what they see is only the skin, only by observing and understanding it all the time, will they see the truth." Since the murder, Yan Cuo has been secretly going to the scene of the Liucun crime, probably to see the progress of their investigation, that day Shangguan Boy and Cao Laohei were investigating the case in the crime house, and I couldn't hear Xia Xia shouting for help in the ugly old lady's house, I wanted to take action, but Yan Cuo saved Xia Xia in front of me. ”

Meng didn't use the word "save", could it be that Xia Xia was in danger in Xie Po's house?

"Why did Granny Xie take Xia Xia away? What happened in those two days? ”

"I also followed Yan Cuo to know that Xia Xia was trapped there, he saved Xia Xia in the dark and didn't show up, I quietly got Xia Xia out of the yard, Yan Cuo thought that Xia Xia had escaped by himself, and he fought with the ugly old lady in the house to drag out time - it was easy to take down the ugly old lady within three moves with his skills, but he detoured with her for a while before leaving, which shows that he does not indiscriminately hurt people's lives. If he really hates you and all the people around you, and wants to kill him quickly, then he doesn't have to risk being found out to save Xia Xia at that time. ”

It turned out that he saved Xia Xia, and Xia Xia actually beat him.

Yan Cuo is not as incorrigible as I am, and the poison on the letter is not from him, so who would want to harm us?

"A few times I saw him swinging in the flower field in the west, and the west was not haunted, and he was not afraid, but he went in alone in the middle of the night, and talked to himself to the moon, sometimes scolding fiercely, sometimes whispering gently, and sometimes weeping to himself, like a madman. How can a person who shed tears be ruthless and unjust? ”

"What is Yan wrong doing in Xihuayuan?"

"Maybe it's quiet there, and even if he cries inside, no one will dare to go in and see what is going on."

Shed tears? Why the tears? He was in tears, did he need to hide in that place?

Meng Wu's presentation of facts made my heart feel less uncomfortable, and I was indeed comforted a lot to know that Yan Cuo was not as incorrigible as I imagined. But he has done so many things that they can't forgive, and he has also borne the sin of murder, even if I am willing to give him a chance to change again, it is impossible.

"Since Yan Cuo can do so many things, maybe his father's last letter is also his handiwork-" I still want to give myself hope.

"Yan Cuo has existed for so many years and has not appeared, it must be because of your father's control, if your father is still here, how dare he show his head unscrupulously and make waves - maybe he has done so much, but he just doesn't want to admit that he is also being swallowed by the pain of losing his father."

Yan is wrong, will you be sad for your father's death? When I heard him mention his father, the hatred seemed to have accumulated for many years, and his father was not good to him? I peeled my nails and made a numb sound in the quiet of the night, and in the void of a few sounds, I heard Meng Wu's tears.

Dad, it's dead.

I should have accepted this fact a long time ago, but I always kept making excuses to give myself hope.