It wasn't until I opened the door that I realized the strange movements that Asuke did in the photo, which was exactly the process of a baby from birth to toddler. Are you deliberately prompting me? But why did you kill me when you lured me over and shouted? I may not know this yet, but what I do know now is that I have actually come to the place where Asuke was imprisoned.

At the entrance is a tall plant, and on the left of the plant is a corner, and the corner I walked through was a reception room, and this reception room was where Asuke took pictures, a chandelier hung high overhead, and a high stool was placed in the middle, and there was a table and a bed, but the only thing was that they were gone.

I walked over to the table and moved the drawer to find that it was locked. Looks like there's something in there! I walked around the room and found that almost everything in this travel company had been emptied, and there was no clue left, so I went back to the wooden table and carried it with my hand and found that there were indeed a lot of things in it, at least I felt a lot heavier. "It's some metal locks that I could have smashed open with a stool if I wanted to. But one thing I still don't understand is why the person who gave me the photo used a foreign address, and it was a big obstacle to get me here. ”

"Forget it, don't think about those things yet." I picked up the stool and slammed it on a lock, in fact, I knew that such a sound would attract people, but I had no other way, I couldn't come and get nothing, right? Soon I smashed the first lock open, and there were some photos inside, and when I picked up the photos, I found that almost all of them were in weird poses, completely different from the ones in the photos I received.

"Oh my God, what the hell are they doing?" Why do you pose so much? And I took a general look at a photo and showed the side of Asuke's face, yes, it's him, Oki Asuke.

Since the second drawer was connected to the first, I immediately opened the second drawer as well, but there was nothing in this drawer but some potions. I took a look at some Chinese patent medicines for stomach problems? Medicament? Why is there medicine in this place? Who got sick? But soon I turned a jar out of the inside of a box of potions. And inside this jar was actually a piece of hair, this curl of hair was the length of an adult's forearm, and it was curled into several circles.

"Whose hair is this, and why is it in here?" I was curious to pick up the jar, but as soon as I touched my hand, it was like an electric shock, and I was shocked, but I didn't dare to open it, God knows what else is in this ghost place. But the more I looked inside, the more amazing it became, because the innermost part of this drawer was full of jars and jars, and they were all full of hair. What surprised me the most was that most of the hair had been burned like a pile of hay.

Since these things were of little use to me, and the more I looked at them, the more I felt that the yin qi was very heavy, so I immediately closed the drawer and quickly put the pictures away, and then began to smash the second drawer, which was the largest in the whole table, and the lock was very large.

It took me a lot of effort to smash it open, and when I opened it, it was actually a wooden plate with eight characters of birth, this wooden plate has two pointers, and each points to a different direction, but compared to the others, there are some cow heads and horse noodles painted around this wooden plate, and there is a rancid smell.

I covered my nose and closed the drawer, and it suddenly occurred to me that there was a profession called "painter" in Shaanxi Guanzhong, and the wooden plate I had seen before was probably removed from a thousand-year-old coffin board and made a yin painting myself. As far as I know, in the northwest customs, the coffins and the walls of the temples must be painted with corresponding patterns, which requires special people to paint, because there is a lot of exquisiteness, there is a lot of religious knowledge, not only to have good painting skills, but also to understand the local customs and habits.

And this horoscope with extreme yin is a tool for casting spells, but what about the hair? I thought about it, I heard the fat man say a lot of things when I was with the fat man before, the fat man had worked hard in this Shaanxi area when he was in the early years, and he also knew a lot of customs here, among which there was an evil art called the fever technique, which was very similar to the bottle I saw before.

This kind of evil art is similar to the Lover's Gu in Southeast Asia, you just write down the other person's birthday, and soak the other person's hair in a potion to light it, and that person will come to you no matter what, and then obey you.

"That's how Asuke got here?" I thought to myself, otherwise, I wouldn't have disappeared inexplicably without saying hello. But none of these things were of any use to me, so I put them all away, and then began to smash the last drawer, and opened it with great ease, and this time it was a big surprise for me, because it was a photo typed out with a printer, and inside the photo was a human skin, and I held this photo and trembled with excitement, because this human skin was the same human skin that I and the fat man saw in that set of tombs half a year ago.

Not why! It was by virtue of my intuition that the bloody human skin was covered with dense words, and the blood stains made me feel a rash. "It should have been taken shortly after it was written, otherwise there wouldn't have been so much blood, so who was the person who took the photo?"

Just as I was thinking, a footstep sounded behind me, "It's the sound of a bell." "Before I could turn around, I felt something hit me in the stomach, and I just felt a regurgitation and then a complete loss of consciousness.

After a long time, a voice rang out, and I slowly opened my eyes to find myself in a clearing. The scene in front of me is no longer the abandoned house, but it is suddenly new, a spacious street, on the right side of the street is some buildings from the pure white walls of the building, the gate of the bunker-like house is made of black wall bricks, the door is sealed by a series of wooden boards, only the bottom is left a gap, I don't know what it looks like, the building, the scenery, the trees, all the depressed scenes, like a dead city after the war, I don't know what I thought at the time, I picked up my mobile phone and shone it under the door panel, The whole person tried to look through this narrow gap.

In the small gap, I can only see a little space close to the ground, there is a white table and chair in the dark room, a black clock, the time on the clock is not visible, and I was thinking about putting my mobile phone to look at the current time, the side of the face instantly saw a pile of white bones, like a person who had just died, a few unknown insects crawled around like a dead body in a coffin, but before I could react, the white bones moved towards me in vain, Suddenly, my Qi Liang bones were like someone put a piece of ice, almost choked me to death in one breath, staggered and crawled away from the strange house, raised my head, a green moon hung in the air, there seemed to be a few figures standing outside the iron fence on the left, but there was no sound, I constricted my pupils and looked at the world, I was the only one in the world.

The weird world weird buildings seem to have been splashed with paint by someone, whether it is flowers or trees are the same color, the tense nerves began to crack slowly, fear is like a desperate flood swept out of control, I step back step by step, some wind with my footsteps like life blowing my face, the door of the house suddenly shook at this time something knocked on the door in the house, I suddenly thought of those white bones, looking at the rickety door can no longer suppress my emotions and wail loudly. "It's a dream! It must have been a dream. ”

"No, it's not a dream." A voice rang out behind me.

Turning his head, the uncle in front of him, about 40 years old, he was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, his hands were very unseasonal and wearing gloves, and what was even more unbelievable was that he was wearing an extra coat on a hot day like that onmyoji, and his rickety body and gray hair even made me think he was 70 years old. But in any case, he is still relatively normal relative to the world. "Who are you? Why did you get me to this place? ”

"I'm sorry I can't answer that, but there's one thing." The man raised the picture in his hand, "There's something in here that you can't see. ”

"You called me here, didn't you?"

"No one wants you here." The man sighed, "But you're here anyway." ”

As soon as he said this, I immediately caught something: "You know me?" I said.

"Just an ordinary person." He sat on the ground, drawing circles on the ground with his hands. "The cycle of fate has been broken, the gears have fallen apart, and this is no longer something that anyone can dominate."

"What are you talking about? I don't understand. ”

"You shouldn't be here. This photo should not be seen. With that, he raised his hand and the photo flew up in the wind. But as compensation, I'll tell you one thing. ”

"Things?"

"Look at this envelope." As he spoke, he handed me the cover of an envelope, "It says Mr. Lin Huaming received." ”

"The fat man's letter? What's in it? ”

"Photos. And I remind you that there are some people next to you who are not good with Mr. Lin Huaming, and I can tell you one more thing, your house in the forest farm was on fire that day. ”

"When you were in Kedu?"

"That's right, did you see Mr. Lin Huaming wearing your clothes when you came out?"

"That's right."

"So then the murderer thinks you are out of the house and sets it on fire." The uncle said. But my heart seemed to be illuminated by a light, and the mystery of that incident suddenly disappeared, the murderer's target was the fat man, not me, and the murderer repeatedly waited for the 'me' to get up and go to the toilet before setting the fire, which means that he didn't want me to die. Then the prototype of this person was naturally revealed: "Wang Lei? I said through gritted teeth.

"That's right, he set the fire, and Mr. Lin Huaming also knew his intentions, so he used your surname as a bet, which led to the murderer and confirmed his inner guess."

By the way, that's right, that day I remember that I was still talking a lot with Wang Lei, and I was poured bottle after bottle of drink by him because of my dry mouth. But soon I connected with what my uncle said to me, and understood one thing, this photo was actually not sent to me at all, but to the fat man, but the fat man sent it to me in order to use this photo to lure out the lurkers around me, so it seems that I am not the only one who came to this building this time, and the fat man has long been lurking here, and he wants to catch all the people who come.

"My God, such a shrewd approach, what kind of person is he fat man." I couldn't help but wonder in my heart, such a step-by-step camp even used me as bait, and the fat man was the one on that side? Can I trust him? And the whole situation is getting more and more confusing, not because I know too little, but because I know more and more, and I am now truly entering the world of those people. (To be continued.) )