Chapter 199: Who is the person in the painting?
Ouyang Chenmu glanced at Mo Xiaoyi, and then turned to Zhang's mother and said, "Auntie, it's almost dawn this day, you better go sleep for a while, our two female police comrades will always be here with you." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć infoIf Xiaoyang has news, we will also notify you as soon as possible! ā
Zhang's mother said with a sad face: "Yangyang's whereabouts are unknown, how can I sleep!" As he spoke, he wiped away his tears.
Ouyang Chenmu didn't know how to comfort her, maybe for a mother who had lost her beloved son, all words were pale and weak, and she simply didn't have nothing to say to comfort, so she changed her words and said: "Then Auntie, take care of your body, let's go first, don't worry, we will go to Xiaoyang, and we will do our best to get him back." ā
Mother Zhang said gratefully: "Thank you Xiaomu, we have caused you trouble." ā
Ouyang Chen replied politely: "What did Auntie say?" Xiaoyang is my colleague and my subordinate, it is my obligation and responsibility to find him, we are leaving, you take care! ā
The four of them rushed out and left by elevator.
It wasn't until he walked out of the gate of the community and got into the car that Ouyang Chenmu turned his head to look at Mo Xiaoyi in the back seat and asked, "Old Mo, don't hide it from me, tell me what you found on that painting?" Although I didn't see much of the strangeness, I instinctively felt that the painting was strange, it shouldn't have appeared on Zhang Yang's bedroom wall, and it was ......"
Mo Xiaoyi didn't listen to the words for a long time, subconsciously raised his eyes, and found that Ouyang Chenmu was groaning, as if there was something tangled that was difficult to say, and his expression was both dazed and confused, so he asked along the way: "And what?" ā
Ouyang Chenmu pondered for a while before he said thoughtfully: "And I feel as if the lady has seen it somewhere, and there is an inexplicable familiarity of dĆ©jĆ vu, but after taking a closer look, I feel that it is not like that." To be honest, I'm also a little confused, whether I've seen it or not? It shouldn't be, it's an ancient painting at first glance, and the painting must also be an ancient person, how can I ever see an ancient person? Unless he had fellowship with her in a dream. ā
Mo Xiaoyi's eyes were darkened, and he spoke very slowly, almost word by word: "You have seen it, she is the missing bride in the cold coffin of Taifeng's old mansion!" ā
Ouyang Chenmu was startled, his handsome face quickly turned white, and his voice couldn't help but raise an octave, which could almost be described as shouting, "Oops, why didn't I think of it?" It was her, and the lady in the painting was the beautiful woman lying in the cold coffin. Damn, what's all this? Zhang Yang's broken boy actually painted a portrait of a female corpse and hung it in the bedroom? What's going on? Could it be that he couldn't resist the temptation of beauty and fell in love with a beautiful woman thousands of years ago? Isn't that outrageous? No matter how beautiful she is, after all, she is just a corpse that looks like a living person, can she love? Bah, that stinky boy is really out of luck. ā
Mo Xiaoyi muttered: "Maybe he didn't paint it, have you ever seen him paint?" ā
Ouyang Chenmu was stunned for a moment, slapped the back of his head and said: "Yes, I almost forgot, Xiaoyang is not good at painting at all, and Xiaoxin and Ott, who usually draw simple brushes, are slow or something, how can they paint such exquisite paintings?" But it's not him, who painted it and hung it in his house? ā
Lei Wusheng and Feng Lian also quickly understood what they were talking about, and their faces were full of surprise, a zombie has not been found yet, could it be that the bride has tricked the corpse out again? How much more do we have to make to get to an end? They have long been depressed by these strange phenomena that have appeared one after another, but they are helpless, where can they borrow a giant hand to clear the fog in the sky? Hey, it's better to be in the Heavenly Palace back then, you can fight whoever you like to fight demons, and you don't have to face so many conspiracies to hide your head and show your tail, depressed, depressed!
Mo Xiaoyi smiled bitterly: "I don't know, but it shouldn't be a modern person, because the painting has a certain age, maybe as old as the woman." ā
Ouyang Chenmu was stunned again, and even twisted his body back, approached Mo Xiaoyi's face and swore endlessly: "Old Mo, what do you mean that woman cheated the corpse?" And also entangled with Xiaoyang? She came to Xiaoyang with her portrait and wanted to take him away as a male pet? This, this, can the combination of humans and ghosts still have a life? Isn't it going to be all about death? ā
Lei Wusheng couldn't hold back for a while, and laughed out loud.
Feng Lian covered his lips with his fists, and repeated with a sullen smile, "Male pet!" ā
Mo Xiaoyi couldn't hold back a laugh, and gave him a helpless glance and said, "I said, brother, your imagination is a little too rich, right?" You detectives solve cases by letting their thoughts fly in the air? ā
Ouyang Chenmu was also embarrassed, and asked with a smile: "Then you say, who else can it be if it's not that woman?" Who could have been around longer than her? ā
Mo Xiaoyi reminded lightly: "Don't forget how she appeared in the old mansion and how she left, she is a vegetative person who has been sleeping for thousands of years, if no one helps her, can she protect her body unharmed until now?" It has long been turned into a billet of loess. ā
Ouyang Chenmu immediately understood what he meant, and suddenly realized: "I know, it must be the person behind the scenes, maybe he is the one who sealed the woman back then, and has survived with the woman to this day." ā
Mo Xiaoyi didn't make a sound, and his thoughts turned to another place.
"No, no, no!" Ouyang Chenmu suddenly shouted, and said with a questioning expression: "How can a mortal live for thousands of years?" Could it be that it was a fairy monster who sealed her? ā
"As far as I know, there's one thing that can live that long, and that's the drought." Feng Lian said leisurely.
"Dry? What the hell is that? Ouyang Chenmu looked confused.
"The Drought Fish is a type of zombie, and it is also the tallest zombie, it is said that his body is immortal and indestructible, he can always exist in the world, and he also has the memories of his previous life and his own thoughts and emotions, it is very difficult to kill him. The folk once used to describe it as 'drought and fish transiting, mourning all over the wilderness', and its lethality is definitely no worse than today's weapons, and it can be said to be a very dangerous species......" Feng Lian said.
The more Ouyang Chenmu listened, the paler his face became, and he was almost white and green, and there was a trace of disbelief in his struggling expression, and when Feng Lian finished speaking, he looked at Mo Xiaoyi and asked, "Old Mo, is there really such a powerful thing as a drought in the world?" Unlikely, how come I've never heard of it? It must have been made up by Lao Feng to scare my brother, I don't believe it! ā
"Yes, and it's true." Mo Xiaoyi used an affirmative tone to completely shatter the remaining luck in his heart.
"Dry? That's right, I didn't even think of this thing, it seems that it's really old and weak, and it's about to be useless......" Lei raised his voice silently, and said with a touch of excitement: "Could the one who manipulated Di Xuan be a drought?" Is this the drought that has existed with the cold coffin bride for thousands of years? It is the ancestor of zombies, and turning people into zombies in order to expand their ranks should be what it is most happy to do. Apart from it, I can't think of anything else in the mortal world that can be so powerful and can actually play us in a fog, it's so unreasonable. ā
"Impossible, no matter how powerful the drought is, it won't be able to cultivate the 'Soul Locking Spell', that is a secret technique recorded in the immortal books, how can a mere zombie learn it? I still think that most of the people behind the scenes are living people or immortal families, but now this living person or immortal family is deeply hidden for some reason and does not want to find us. To tell the truth, the person who can make Lingyu can't find is only afraid of being above us, and it is more likely to surpass the Han Twins we destroyed before. It's not easy to fight him, and maybe his life will be lost at some point. Mo Xiaoyi's expression became more and more gloomy, the death of Zhuo Yifeng and Bai Chen was an eternal pain in his heart, he didn't know who would leave in the future, as long as he thought about it, he felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Young Master, since you said that the 'Soul Locking Mantra' is an ancient secret art, is it possible that cultivating it is also a scum of the immortal realm? After practicing this powerful evil art, you ran to the mortal world to do evil? Feng Lian thought of a question.
"Oh, it's really very possible, young master, should we contact the above and let them check if there is another evil immortal?" Lei Wusheng immediately snorted.
Mo Xiaoyi glanced at Ouyang Chenmu, who was feeling sorry for himself, and was reluctant to talk about those fairy world topics in front of him, after all, for him, their true identities were still too shocking to be easily exposed, so he replied lightly: "Don't be in a hurry first." ā
In fact, Ouyang Chenmu didn't listen to their conversation, his mind was still immersed in the drought that Feng Lian said, his heart sank and sank, and he felt that his decades of life were in vain, and the world was really big, and there were no surprises, but this "strange" was a little too terrifying, right? has completely exceeded his understanding of this world since childhood, how many more unexpected things will appear?
Feng Lian and Lei Wusheng were in a bad mood by Mo Xiaoyi's negation, and they thought that a small ray of dawn was revealed in the sky, but they didn't expect it to be another empty joy, and the owner of the "Soul Locking Spell" became more and more mysterious.
"So what do we do now? You can't just be like a headless fly looking for people everywhere, right? Ouyang Chenmu asked with a strong spirit.
"It's useless to look for it, Zhang Yang is not missing in the general sense, we can only find him back if we solve it from the source." Mo Xiaoyi shook his head lightly, with a slight calculating glint in his eyes.
"How to solve the problem at the source?" Ouyang Chenmu asked shamelessly.
"Find your eldest brother, let him invite your ice beauty, maybe she knows where the source is, at least she has the Spirit Sealing Sword, and she is better than us in dealing with ghosts and zombies......" Mo Xiaoyi looked at Ouyang Chenmu with a smile in her eyes.
Ouyang Chenmu's handsome face couldn't help flashing a light red, and he said angrily: "Don't mention that bastard to me, eat me, live with me, wear mine, and then throw down a sentence in the early morning of the next day, 'Ye is gone, if you want to miss Ye, please burn paper to the sky, Ye will appear immediately whether he is in the South Pole or the North Pole', and then disappeared without a trace." Damn, he still burns paper to the sky, what if he is the ancestor of my family? The whole thing is a big liar who eats and drinks. ā
Lei Wusheng and Feng Lian burst out laughing, secretly thinking that this was something that the perverted boy could do.
Mo Xiaoyi followed, and then turned to the right color and said: "They are the Fengling family, maybe this is their special way of summoning people?" You might as well give it a try, but it just costs a few pieces of paper. ā
Ouyang Chenmu looked puzzled, "Don't you think that guy is purely teasing Lao Tzu?" Of course, it is also possible to avoid accommodation fees! "Don't blame him for not wanting to try, he doesn't want to be a laughing stock, if people just joke casually, they won't be laughed to death by these guys? If it accidentally reaches the ears of that guy, and then laughs at him in front of his sister, he can only hide in the hole and never think about being a man again.
Mo Xiaoyi said lazily: "Then it's up to you, anyway, these cases are your police's business, and they have nothing to do with half of my yarn, and I don't bother to spend so much energy tossing." ā
Ouyang Chenmu was most afraid of him picking on his son, in the face of this kind of strange thing, he had to give his hands to the sky, and hurriedly smiled flatteringly: "Okay, okay, brother will burn paper to the sky when he goes back, if that guy deliberately deceives me, Lao Tzu will have to pull him out and tear him up even if he rummages through Nangang." ā
Mo Xiaoyi looked down at the watch on his wrist, the sky was about to dawn, the first rays of dawn in the morning were about to emerge from the sky, he had to go home quickly, lest Pei Qianqian wake up and didn't see him think something was wrong, and the pregnant woman was afraid that it would not be good for the fetus, so she urged: "Ouyang, hurry up and go, send us home." ā
Ouyang Chenmu was rarely in the mood to joke: "Hey, pitiful, he became 'tracheitis' at a young age, this disease is a stubborn disease, and it is not easy to treat!" ā
Lei Silent and Feng Lian secretly laughed.
Mo Xiaoyi glanced at him lightly, and that look seemed to say, "You are envious, jealous and hateful!" ā
Ouyang Chenmu thought about it, indeed, the really pitiful thing is his hard-working bachelor, no one loves and no one hurts, and he can't get a stubborn disease if he wants to, his mood suddenly dropped, and he started the car in a daze, and the tires grazed the road and galloped towards the left bank garden at the speed of a rocket.
The cool night breeze "swished" through the half-open windows, blowing several people's hair to stand on end, like hedgehogs.
Lei silently laughed and exclaimed.
Feng Lian's most precious hair is usually meticulously cared for, but at this time it has completely changed into another look, and he is very distressed, he slanted a silent glance at Lei Wusheng who was full of excitement on his face, and slightly opened his lips and spit out two words: "Second goods!" ā
Turning back from the garden on the left bank, Ouyang Chen's cart turned around and drove towards a relatively remote incense wax paper candle shop in the effect area, he was naturally embarrassed to buy this kind of thing in the city, so as not to be recognized, and it would be troublesome to misunderstand that the police were engaged in feudal superstition.
The car stopped in front of the paper horse shop with a "snort", and before getting out of the car, he deliberately put a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, knocking on the door of the shopkeeper in a very rude way.
When the shopkeeper opened the door, he was so frightened when he saw a murderous man in sunglasses with his hands on his waist that he even trembled in his voice, but he almost knelt down and begged him to raise his noble hand to spare the store.
Ouyang Chenmu didn't talk nonsense with him, walked straight into the store and moved a pile of burning paper, threw down a hundred-yuan bill and turned around and left.
The shopkeeper was stunned and couldn't figure out the situation, until he saw Ouyang Chenmu's car leaving in the dust, he breathed a sigh of relief, quickly closed the door of the store, caressed his frightened old heart and went back to the back bedroom to find his daughter-in-law.
Ouyang Chenmu returned home after tossing for a long time, and the white of the fish belly had already surfaced in the sky.
"To burn, or not to burn?"
Sitting on the sofa in the living room and engaged in a fierce ideological struggle, he felt that Situ Jinqi's words were too unreliable, and he was not a ghost, and he could still be summoned as soon as he burned paper? If you don't burn it, what if it's true? After all, their magic sticks with spells sometimes do things really unbelievable, the most important thing is that they didn't find Situ Jinqi, and if Lao Mo didn't do it, he would stop eating.
"Burn!"
Ouyang Chenmu finally gritted his teeth fiercely, and decided to do this extremely stupid and funny thing, if that kid really teased himself, he would be charged with a crime casually, mobilize all the police forces to rummage through Nangang to find him out, and then send him to the squad room for ten days and a half months to relieve his anger.
A string of orange flames burst out of the copper basin filled with burning paper, accompanied by a trace of black smoke.
Ouyang Chenmu hurriedly closed his eyes according to the method instructed by Situ Jinqi, clasped his hands together and silently recited his name three times.
A minute passed, two minutes passed, five minutes passed, and ten minutes passed, and the burning paper in the copper basin had long been burned out, leaving only a small wisp of faint gray smoke wafting away, not to mention Situ Jinqi, not even a single mosquito flew in.
Ouyang Chenmu pulled his hair hard and almost went crazy, he was always the only one who played tricks on others, but he didn't expect that the perennial eagle fighter was actually pecked blind by the eagle, so he said that he must have made a mistake with which nerve, or his brain was short, and he actually believed such a ridiculous joke and burned paper to the sky? Burn his big-headed ghost!
Suddenly, I only heard a series of loud noises, a window next to me was knocked open by something, and several chairs were knocked over in a row, and the glass shattered to the ground.
Ouyang Chenmu was petrified, and watched a man in a long shirt with his head in his hands get up from the ground in embarrassment, his hair around him was shaved naked, and only an exaggerated bean sprout pattern was left in the middle, who was it not Situ Jinqi?
"Emma, I said brother-in-law, why do you live so high? Do you want to fall to death your uncle? Situ Jinqian complained, kicked a handful of broken glass on the ground, rolled his eyes and asked angrily, "Why are you summoning me in such a hurry?" Don't say you miss me, I'm not a good friend of yours. ā
Ouyang Chenmu finally recovered from the shock that a pile of burning paper could summon people through the window, and immediately ran forward and pretended to pat the dust for him, his two eyes smiled into two thin slits, "Uncle, it's really good that you're here, I thought that burning paper could only attract ghosts and not people?" ā
When he is a ghost when the young son of the spirit clan is a ghost? Don't want to live anymore? (To be continued.) )