Person! I actually saw the living Han Yushan!

This was my first reaction when I entered the bedroom, and when I stared at Han Yushan's gray eyes, I felt like my heart was about to go into arrest!

But the next second later, I breathed a sigh of relief - it wasn't Han Yushan's real person at all, but a photo! The strange thing is that the bareheaded avatar photo posted on the wall is about the size of a real person's head, and there is a piece of clothing hanging underneath, which looks like Han Yushan standing there from a distance.

Sick! I couldn't help but curse in my heart, I had forced myself to admit that a person who lives in this kind of place, has no friends, no relatives and no spare time is definitely sick!

The bedroom is not big, seven or eight square meters, a single bed is neatly stacked with bedding and pillows, in front of a very small bookcase, next to it is an equally small desk, and some mismatch is that this more than 100-year-old man actually used a very popular folding wardrobe.

I calmed down a little and walked over to the bookcase and looked at the books inside.

Most of them are books on musical instruments, but there are also books on geography or history. Not to mention, this man's reading hobby is similar to mine.

I casually took out a few books and flipped through them, all of which were marked with very neat reading notes, densely packed, and it could be seen that this teacher Han Yushan was very serious when he was reading.

When I was looking for clues, the first thing that came to my mind was photos, so I rummaged through the bookcases to find an album, but I couldn't find anything.

After more than half an hour, I almost messed up the entire bedroom, but I couldn't find a single clue.

I sighed, covered in sweat, sat on the bed, reached out to turn on the fan, only to find that the power was already out of power and I couldn't use it at all.

"Alas...... What the hell is going on! I cursed angrily and got up to open the window.

Looking at the messy bedroom that I had messed up, I smiled wryly and glanced at the time, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

Forget it, I found a copy of my father's diary, and I was very satisfied. I rested for a while, got up and cleaned up, put things back in order, looked at it, turned around to leave, but suddenly felt a chill in the back of my head!

I was stunned for a moment, and it took two seconds before I came to my senses -, there's something evil in this place?!

I never thought there would be anything evil in this place, and I didn't even react when the back of my head was cold. At this point, I touched the back of my head, turned and frowned at the bedroom that had been restored to my original state.

The sunlight shone through the window, shining on the desk, on the bed, and I could see the dust flying in the sunlight, which gave me the illusion of being in a dream.

Behind the bookcase!

I looked around and fixed my gaze behind the bookcase.

There was something strange about this place, there was a palm-sized hexagonal prism hanging on the wall, and no matter what angle the sunlight was shining from, it could be refracted through one side of the hexapism into the palm-wide slit behind the bookcase.

In other words, a certain place behind the bookcase should be illuminated by the sunlight or moonlight outside the window all the time.

I was always thinking about what photos I was looking for, but I didn't notice that.

I walked to the wall, trying to look behind the bookcase, but I didn't think that the space was too narrow, my eyes couldn't see it at all, I swallowed, grabbed the back of the bookcase, pushed hard, moved the bookcase forward some distance, looked at it, and was stunned for a moment - there was something hanging in it, it was a thing I was familiar with: Shixun!

Wait a minute! The Shi Xun in Huimin No. 3 Middle School is indeed evil, but when I saw the Shi Xun with the Seventh Master, it was in the music classroom of No. 3 Middle School, and Han Yushan had been hospitalized due to illness at that time, how could I steal Shi Xun back to his home?!

Or, this Shi Xun is not the same as the one in the music classroom?!

I slowly stretched out my hand and touched the black Shixun, the coolness in the back of my head suddenly increased, I actually felt my head "buzz", a flower in front of my eyes, and my body almost fell to the ground!

"Knock, knock, knock......"

My heart beat faster instantly, I hurriedly leaned myself against the wall, shook my head, and then I felt better, stared at the stone Xun, and came out of the wall.

The first thing, of course, is to count the music holes above. I remember very clearly that the stone Xun in the music classroom of No. 3 Middle School is six holes, and this one counts, it is also six holes.

However, I saw the difference between the two Shixun at second glance: the one in the music classroom of No. 3 Middle School had golden decorative threads on its body, but this one did not, and its body was black and faint, with a cold shimmer.

Is this one also left by Cao Mengde and Diao Chan back then?

I was washing and looking at the stone Xun in my hand, and suddenly I heard a soft "click" sound in the courtyard outside the house, and then I saw a black figure appear outside the window, I didn't think about it, I reached out and pushed the bookcase back into place, bowed myself, and hid under the bed.

As soon as he had finished hiding, the man pushed the door open and entered.

Only then did I remember that the door and the door were open, obviously telling the people who came here that there was someone in it, and I was still hiding, and there was really no silver three hundred taels here......

The man's footsteps were almost inaudible, and in an instant he was in the bedroom, and when I looked up, I saw that the man was wearing a pair of leather sandals and a pair of white trousers, and he should be a middle-aged man.

The man came to the window, seemed to look at the photo of Han Yushan on the side for a while, and ordered a few sticks of Hui Lingxiang, with words in his mouth, and couldn't hear what he was saying.

After chattering for a long time, the man turned around and walked to the bedroom door, stood up, and suddenly shouted coldly: "Come out!" ”

Although I was mentally prepared, I was still startled, my head "banged" on the bed board, covered my head and "ouch", staggered out, stood up and took a look, and saw an old man looking at me with a smile - it was the same Mr. Angelica!

"You? Why are you here?! I asked with a grin, grinning as I covered my bulging head.

"Ha, you can come, why can't I come?" Mr. Angelica grinned: "Besides, this is my brother, this is my home, I haven't asked you why you came, you asked me first!" ”

"Y-You haven't been here before?" I asked, looking at the old man.

"I haven't been here, really." Mr. Angelica restrained his smile: "I haven't seen him for years." ”

"Why?!" I was immediately intrigued, and I thought maybe I could find a clue from him.

"Don't ask me why you're here?" When Mr. Angelica said this, his eyes glanced at the stone Xun in my hand.

"Oh, this!" I reached out and took out the photo of Han Yushan from the diary and handed it to Mr. Angelica: "This, it should be returned to you." ”

Mr. Angelica took it and looked at it, and nodded: "Where did you find it?" ”

"In my father's diary." I raised the diary in my hand, and then asked, "Senior, I want to know, is the name Han Yushan real?" ”

The old man nodded: "Really, my name is Han Yushui." ”

Burst! The name almost made me laugh out loud, and I forced a smile to continue to ask, "Then, why don't you two meet?" ”

"There is a task." Han Yushui seemed to see my thoughts, and squinted at me: "What did you find?" ”

"That's it." I handed Shi Xun over: "This, it should also be returned to you." ”

Han Yushui didn't hesitate, he stretched out his hand and took it, because the evil qi on Shixun was suppressed by me, and he was not afraid. The old man looked around the bedroom, sat on the bed, looked at Shi Xun in his hand and whispered: "He likes music, I like medical skills, and the personalities of the two people are also very different, so although we live in seclusion together, there is not much intersection, and the only emotion is a mother." Until, it must have been about sixty years ago......"

The old man glanced out the window, as if recalling what had happened that day.