Ji Zimo entered the community with a familiar car, and Uncle Zhao was quite surprised, looking at him with half-squinting eyes. The cloudy old eyes were like a sharp weapon that pierced people's hearts, and he was furious from panic.

"Uncle Zhao, what's the matter?"

"You just came?"

"Nope!" Ji Zimo and Su Qingmei glanced at each other, and they didn't quite understand the words of Uncle Zhao, the old man guarding the door.

Uncle Zhao bent his waist and muttered to himself, "Strange." Then he opened the door to them, and each of them went into the mailroom, and went back to bed and lay down.

Su Qingmei asked Ji Zimo if the old man was nervous.

Ji Zimo shook his head and said that he was normal, an honest old man. It is possible that he was woken up in his sleep and did not fully wake up before he was fully awakened.

Ji Zimo and Su Qingmei went to the master's unit building, looking up at the dark window of his house, it was expected that no one would be there. On the surface, he didn't care about the old man's words, but in his heart, he pondered that what the old man said was really strange.

Unless he can clone up, one will sleep with Su Qingmei at home, and the other will come to Master's residence.

I encountered many bizarre things, and my heart became numb, and I began to doubt my consciousness and judgment.

Ji Zimo took Su Qingmei and walked to the master's door.

The portrait of Zhong Kui on the door was already seriously graceful, and the vertical lower half, the wind was powerless to lift it, successfully covering the already green eyes.

Ji Zimo took out the key and opened the door.

When he entered the house, he smelled a burning smell, and he asked Su Qingmei to stay at the door, waiting for the light line to be found and pulled out before coming in.

Pulling the light wire, he froze in place as if he had been electrocuted. There were a few pieces of paper and burning ashes on the ground as far as the eye could see, and it was a strange sight.

Su Qingmei also saw the ashes on the ground, she walked over, squatted down and tapped with her fingers, and the ashes instantly turned into powder and couldn't pick them up.

"It's weird, the ashes are fresh."

Ji Zimo looked around with a blank expression. His mind was thinking about the dream he had before, and he was a little confused, not understanding whether it was reality or a dream.

Taking advantage of Su Qingmei's inattention, he pinched his arm hard, and the pain in his heart made him sober up instantly. Now it's reality, and the previous one may be a dream, but the scene in the dream is in line with reality, which is too bizarre.

Ji Zimo walked to the coffee table and looked at the master's single photo, he pointed to a place with one hand in his smile. He looked in the direction of Master's finger and saw a picture hanging on the wall.

The picture in the painting is a bit like a mural in his home, the only difference is that there is a black hood with a small figure curled up in the hood.

"Clear your eyebrows." Ji Zimo shouted to Su Qingmei to come and see. I want to confirm if I am looking away and hallucinating.

Su Qingmei walked over and looked in the direction of the fingers, "It's a seal." ”

Ji Zimo sighed, and looked closer, there was no doubt that it was a seal, and the villain who was curled up was the words on the seal.

Is it a coincidence? Or a hint left by the Master! Ji Zimo stared at the painting for a long time. This painting should be a shrunken fake, the painting at home is the real thing, and the owner of the painting is Su Dongpo.

Ji Zimo looked at the words on the seal, but it was not the words Su Dongpo, but Ji Huashan.

Ji Huashan is the name of his grandfather.

Ji Zimo really felt too strange, his grandfather likes to simulate the style of celebrity paintings, how could his fake paintings hang in the master's house. Moreover, he has come to Master many times, but he has never noticed this painting, and now he feels very different when he sees it.

What happened today is too mysterious, and I want to say what Uncle Zhao, the old man who guards the door.

Ji Zimo had no choice but to ask Su Qingmei for help. He asked, "Qingmei, do you think that when I was asleep, I got up and left to come to Master's place?" ”

Su Qingmei said in an affirmative tone: "How is it possible, you have been crazy with me for half a night, how can you still have the energy to come here?" ”

Su Qingmei's words shocked Ji Zimo.

From beginning to end, he only remembered the first night he played with Su Qingmei, and his passion exploded, and he did his best, and his passion was infinite. But on the second night, I only remembered coming to Master's house, and there was no picture of playing passionately with her.

"Are you alright?"

Ji Zimo was unhappy in his heart, and said, "It's okay." As he spoke, he glanced back at Master's single photo casually, and suddenly saw that Master seemed to be very angry, and his hand was pointing heavily at the seal in the painting.

Ji Zimo's heart sank, and he hurriedly took a closer look, and the master was smiling again.

Seal, name, cover. Could it be that the Master is hinting that he is being imprisoned somewhere? This thought flashed in my mind, as if many entangled questions suddenly became clear.

Ji Zimo thought about it carefully, and it seemed that he hadn't met other abnormal people like Yan Budao when he went to Yin Village. Could it be that he knew that his master was going to Yin Village, so he would secretly make a black hand and trap him in an unknown place and couldn't get out?

Su Qingmei didn't say anything, because she didn't want to interrupt Ji Zimo's thoughts. She understands him, once his demeanor is solemn and thoughtful, there must be something, or something that is brewing and esoteric, and she doesn't quite understand.

A few minutes later, Ji Zimo walked into the master's bedroom.

Simple furniture, well arranged, the bedroom is not big, but it is very clean and tidy. Even though Master was absent for a long time, he didn't see the dirt and cobwebs that were uninhabited.

There was no difference in the bedroom, and Ji Zimo's attention was once again focused on the painting.

Su Qingmei didn't understand, how could an extremely ordinary painting attract him more than her? I looked at it and looked at it, and I was still not convinced, and I reached out and tapped the surface of the painting.

Ji Zimo listened intently as he tapped it, and then slowly uncovered the painting, revealing a brick-sized hole covered with thin veneer from the back of the painting.

Seeing this hole, Ji Zimo smiled secretly, what did the master mean here? He carefully peeled off the thin veneer, reached in and touched it, and in the blink of an eye, his fingers hooked out a roll of paper.

"What is it?" Su Qingmei saw him take out such a strange thing, and walked over in surprise and asked casually.

Ji Zimo didn't make a sound, he put the paper lightly on the coffee table like a baby, and then slowly unfolded it.

There is something in the painting, which is a small scroll of yellow paper drawings, but the scenery in the painting is really weird. Looking at it horizontally, there are a lot of dense words, and vertically it looks like a living human skin, with veins and lines and various acupuncture points on it.

This human skin diagram should be from the neck to the caudal vertebrae, that is, the back.

Su Qingmei didn't know what this was, and when Ji Zimo looked at it, she screamed, and she was so frightened that she hid aside and didn't dare to look at it.

Ji Zimo didn't understand the meaning of the human skin in the painting, but he was interested in the rune paper.

If he guessed correctly, this was the master's attempt to find the missing Dao Technique skin.

This is just a painting, and the real Dao Secret Book skin is a skin, and it is also a complete human skin.

Taoism is useful to those who understand the Tao, but it is useless to those who do not understand the Tao. Ji Zimo left the talisman paper and re-rolled the painted Dao technique skin bag and put it back.

"What are you doing with this?" When he walked out of Kang Zhentian's house, Su Qingmei asked coldly.

"It works." When he didn't live with Ji Zimo, simply looking at it, he was no different. If you want to say that it is different, it is a little more different than others, coldness is certain, and there is never doing it.

Now Su Qingmei faintly feels that Ji Zimo is sometimes more terrifying than cold.

Just like the demeanor and tone of the words just now, there was an inexplicable cold breath, and with Ji Zimo's words, it penetrated into Su Qingmei's nerve cells, making her shiver excitedly.

Ji Zimo knows how to be considerate and has a gentle side. But now he. It was like a piece of ice, whether it was his demeanor or his speech, it gave Su Qingmei a very strange feeling.

Ji Zimo walked out of the master's community, didn't look back, and inexplicably left Su Qingmei, who was following behind him, and went straight to the gate by himself.

Su Qingmei was taken aback, and ran a few steps, but his long legs quickly disappeared at the door, leaving her alone in the cold environment. It's late at night, and it's quiet, except for the not-so-bright street lights in the community facilities, which are all dark at will.

Su Qingmei wanted to cry without tears, full of grievances, and retreated to Kang Zhentian's door sullenly. She had a hunch that Ji Zimo would come to her later.

Su Qingmei sat on the steps, very uncomfortable and cold. The chirping insects in the green belt have long since died down, and only the cold wind beside him has left a sneaky figure among the flowers and plants.

Su Qingmei thought of going to Uncle Zhao, the old man guarding the door, but she felt that it was too abrupt, in case the old Zhao asked about Ji Zimo, she didn't know how to speak.

Although she had prepared for the worst before talking to Ji Zimo, she never thought that he would ignore her existence so much and leave her alone.

Could it be that he has made an old mistake? Zhang Yang once said that Ji Zimo has something that resembles a family disease, and his six relatives don't recognize it when he has a seizure.

Su Qingmei clasped his hands on his knees, shrunk his body into a ball, and sat on the gloomy stairs in thought. She regretted not bringing her phone, she didn't know what time it was.

His eyelids were sour, but he didn't dare to close his eyes and doze off, and besides, this was not a place to sleep casually. Who knows if there will be people in this building who are mentally ill and have a brain short-circuit? If she came out, it wouldn't scare her half to death.

Su Qingmei sighed heavily, she didn't know why she fell in love with him at first sight, why she liked him so desperately, loved him, followed him, and gave him unconditionally.

Rustling footsteps came from the door of the unit without warning. Su Qingmei, who didn't have time to react, stood up in shock, looked at the door nervously, and then flashed in front of him, and the light of a flashlight hit Su Qingmei's face, and the characteristic old and slightly hoarse voice of Lao Zhao's head sounded: "Girl, are you alone?" ”

"Uncle Zhao, are you on the third watch in the middle of the night?" Su Qingmei avoided the other party's questioning and asked rhetorically.

"Ahem." Lao Zhao's head coughed and his body was rickety, like a shrimp, he coughed twice in the wind, and said with a dry smile: "People are old, sleep less, and have been thinking about you, now come and see, it depends on you alone." ”

"He went to do something and told me to wait here." She rarely lies, and her face turns red when she lies.

"Ahem." Lao Zhao coughed twice, shook the stairs that the flashlight had detected, and said to Su Qingmei, "He went out?" ”

"Hmm."

Hearing Su Qingmei say this, in the dark, Lao Zhao's face showed a slightly invisible and strange sneer.

This book is derived from the king of books