A few of us looked at each other, and everything in this room was unreasonable.

The copper lock shone a flashlight on the futon, his throat moved, swallowed his saliva and said: A long time ago, I encountered a similar scene, in a closet sat a dead corpse practicing evil skills. Xie Ling squatted down, pressed the futon with his hand, and said: Have you noticed the specifications of this thing?

This futon is golden yellow, with a lot of bells and whistles embroidered with red thread, and the strange thing is that it is very small, with a diameter of only a few tens of centimeters, much smaller than the ordinary futon seen in temples and Taoist temples. I wondered: Is this for a child or a woman? As soon as I finished speaking, I immediately woke up, damn it, could this futon be Shenggu's?

Xie Ling also realized this, he made a lip shape, and then shook his head at me gently, which means don't say it.

I looked at the closet, it wasn't too big, and once the double doors were closed, it would form an enclosed space. The Holy Aunt is alone in such a closed and dark space, meditating and practicing, how strange is this scene.

We looked around again, and there was nothing in the room except for the necessary daily necessities, I don't know if Fan Xiong cleaned it up before he died, or if it was like this.

Now I have the biggest doubt, since Fan Xiong is dead, where is the holy aunt?

Xie Ling walked to the big fish tank and patted the tempered glass outside, he was thinking. None of us spoke, and watched quietly. He hesitated for a moment, then climbed the wooden ladder to the top and came to the mouth of the tank. He let the copper lock be illuminated with a flashlight, and we saw that looking up the water pipe, there was a very hidden water flow valve at the mouth of the cylinder.

After a moment's hesitation, he twisted the valve, and there was a deep murmur in the pipe, as if something was approaching from a long distance. It didn't take long for a splash of water to gush out of the nozzle. Several pipes began to drain water into the vat at the same time, and the water splashed against the glass. In a moment, knee-deep water was in the tank. The water is still rolling and churning, and the water level is constantly rising.

Untie the bell and close the valve, the water is no longer injected, we are stunned when we look at the water in this small half tank, and we really can't figure out what this Fan Xiong is going to do.

First of all, although it is called a fish tank, this tank is definitely not used for fish farming. Could that be a bathtub? Fan Xiong is idle and has nothing to do to pick up a tank of water, and then go in the bath and dive to play?

This person's thinking is probably not something that those of us can understand.

Xie Ling stood on the wooden ladder for a long time, touching his sideburns, and kept his eyebrows in thought. I stroked the glass of this jar, and suddenly an idea came to me, and I said casually: if you want to know what this is for, you might as well try it.

How to try? Copper Lock asked.

Fill it with water and jump into the tank. I say.

Copper Lock and Huang Shanshan laughed dryly, Huang Shanshan said: What a cold joke.

Xie Ling said on the ladder: Don't be kidding, I didn't find anything tonight, tossing for so long, everyone is tired, go back and rest.

The courage that Huang Shanshan had when she first came is now gone, and she wishes to leave early. And the copper lock is not familiar with the cause and effect, so he thinks this scene is just fun, and it doesn't matter if he walks or not. However, I know more about the bell and can hear that his tone is a little meaningful, so I don't say anything and watch him arrange.

The four of us went back the way we came, climbed out of the toilet on the second floor, and carefully climbed to the first floor. At night, the streets were deserted, the rain had stopped, and the air was very cold.

We are still very cautious, for fear of being caught by the camera, hiding in the shadows and walking with cats on our waists. When I walked out of the cultural street and came to the highway outside, I could see that there were night cars running under the street lights. I called two taxis with Jieling and sent Huang Shanshan and Tongsuo away. At this point, the two of us were left.

Jielingdao: Do you know what I'm thinking?

You want to go back again. I say.

Xie Ling smiled: Okay, Lao Luo, who knows me. As you may have noticed, when I closed the door, I didn't lock it tightly, and I kept it all in secret to get back in.

I said slowly: Actually, you want to send me away. But there are some things that you can't do without my help, and you have to keep me.

Xie Ling pointed at me and laughed: You, I found that you are too heavy-minded, and you are really a villain's heart and a gentleman's belly. The reason why I didn't sue you in the first place was because I wanted to send the two of them away.

I said: Did what I said inspire you, do you really want to try that water tank?

Be. Xie Ling nodded: I always feel weird here, if I don't try, I'm afraid I won't be able to discover Fan Xiong's secret. I don't know if I'm going to be in danger, I have to have help. The only person who can reassure me the most now is you.

My eyelids jumped twice and I took a deep breath: Okay, I'll help you.

Look at the sky, it's almost dawn, we have to hurry. Follow the same path back and enter Fan Xiong's secret room again. Xie Ling climbed the wooden ladder, opened the valve, and the water pipe began to rumble into it. Neither of us spoke, he stood at the top of the wooden ladder and I was below, staring together at the splashing of water in the tank.

I don't know how long it took, the water level gradually rose, almost overflowed the cylinder port, and the bell was released to close the valve.

He jumped down the wooden ladder and began to undress. I watched from the side, not feeling good in my heart, I made up my mind and said slowly: Lao Jie, or I will come.

Xie Ling looked at me and smiled: Thank you for still having compassion for me. You can't do this, there must be some mystery hidden here, and if you go down, it will be in vain, so I can only test it.

As he spoke, he was naked. The body is really good, the skin is tight, the muscles are full, and it is the lean type, the abdominal muscles on the stomach are lumpy, and it looks like a regular exercise.

He walked naked in the dark room, and at this time there was only the light of the candle in my hand. It seems that he is a pioneer who wants to carry out avant-garde scientific practice. He stepped on the wooden ladder, stepped step by step to the mouth of the cylinder, looked back at me, and said slowly: If I have any accidents, don't send them to the hospital, and you can adapt to the rest.

Xie Ling stood at the mouth of the cylinder, slowly looking up at the sky, only to see his chest slowly bulging, I knew he was taking a deep breath. After taking a breath, he jumped into the water tank. He was very watery, holding that breath as much as possible not to spit out bubbles, leaning down at forty-five degrees, and quickly swimming to the bottom of the tank.

He held on to the glass and slowly straightened himself up, his feet on the bottom of the tank. At this time, he is in the tank, I am outside the tank, and we are separated by a thick layer of glass, and these are two worlds.

I held the candle and looked at his somewhat blue face in the jar, and I couldn't say anything with mixed tastes in my heart.

He patted the glass and made an OK gesture at me, and I took a few steps back to get a clearer view of him.

At this time, Xie Ling is a bit like a famous magician who escaped from the water tank abroad, and I subconsciously looked forward to what incredible miracle he would create.

Slowly change your posture with your legs crossed, your hands folded on your legs, and slowly close your eyes. He actually tried to meditate underwater!

I pinched the candle and watched intently, he seemed to have really entered a state of self-forgetfulness, and the whole person gradually floated away from the bottom of the water tank and floated in the water, at first glance it looked like an old monk hanging in the air to practice.

I completely forgot the time, and just stared at him in the tank. I don't know how long it took, but suddenly I opened my eyes, and I seemed to wake up from a state of ignorance. I saw him open his mouth and say two words, and countless bubbles came out of his mouth, and I couldn't tell what the words were.

I pointed to the mouth of the cylinder and motioned for him to come out and speak. Who knew that Xie Ling stretched out his right index finger and wrote two words on the glass, the second word I understood, it should be Ling, and the first word stroke was too complicated, he wrote it twice I still didn't understand.

After Xie Ling finished writing the last stroke, he nodded at me, and in the next moment, I didn't expect such a thing to happen! His eyes rolled, his limbs spread, and he seemed to have suddenly died in the water.

I was dumbfounded, he was unconscious, and countless blisters bubbled up with his movements. He slowly floated towards the surface.

I put the candle aside, quickly climbed up the wooden ladder to it, and stood at the mouth of the tank, the water emitting a thick cold. At this time, the surface of the water is like boiling water, and bubbles bubble up, and in a moment, the bell comes out of it. I leaned out, hugged him, and slowly dragged him to the mouth of the tank.

Xie Ling was covered in water, his eyes were closed tightly, his face was blue, and his body was even more frighteningly cold. I touched his snort, and I don't know if he was nervous, he couldn't touch it at all, he died?

I hugged him, and I didn't care about getting wet, so I dragged him out of the tank with great effort.

It wasn't easy to fiddle with such an adult man, and besides, he was still unconscious, like a heavy hemp bag. The ladder under my feet couldn't withstand my movements at all, so I didn't step on one of them, hugged the bell, and fell to the ground together.

Fortunately, the distance was not high, and he pressed on me and bounced a few times, and I was so sore that I almost didn't catch my breath. It took a long time to recover, and I felt chills in my heart when I looked at Xie Ling, could he really die? He had just fallen from a height, and he didn't have the stress response that a living person should have.

Now what?

I wiped my face and forced myself to compose. Now that we are in such a confined ghost place, we don't know whether to live or die, what should I do? I was so confused that it was like someone had poured sesame oil into my heart, and my whole body was so uncomfortable that it was tangled to death.

Don't look at me, I've always had the intention of expelling the bell, but at this moment, he is really dead, and I feel great loss and pain. I hugged his cold body, leaned against the glass of the water tank, and looked out the window at the dark and oppressive sky.