The next morning, Nanxian was woken up by a commotion.

She hurriedly put on her clothes and was about to go out to check the situation, when Ding He came in.

The two exchanged a look, and the latter quickly explained the situation:

"In the morning, Wei Zeling suddenly had a high fever, more than 40 degrees, and vomited a lot of blood! The doctor didn't know what was going on, so he called an ambulance and took her away. ”

Nan Xian had a "boom" in her head.

Hyperpyrexia...... Last time, wasn't the person with a high fever himself?

How did you become Wei Zeling?

She suddenly thought of something, her face changed suddenly, and she immediately took out her mobile phone to find Yu Lin's phone number and dialed it.

After a few busy tones, the opposite side was connected.

"Sister?" Yu Lin's voice was filled with some surprise that he couldn't believe.

Nan Xian didn't care about what he called herself, and said very quickly: "Yu Lin, where did you and Wei Zeling go yesterday?" Did you do that chess-playing task? ”

Yu Lin was silent for a few seconds, "It's done, we didn't win that grandpa, but he still gave us clues." ”

"What is it?" Nan Xian's breathing became unconsciously short.

"I'm different from Wei Zeling, I'm a letter, she's a tip...... What's the matter, sister, why are you asking this? ”

Nan Xian's mind was in a trance for a moment, she settled her mind and said, "It's okay, I'm just curious, you're busy, I won't bother you." ”

She hung up the phone and slowly sat back on the bed.

The trick given by the old chess man contained the peony cinnabar.

The last time I got cinnabar, I had a high fever repeatedly, and this time Wei Zeling also ...... after getting it

There must be something wrong with it!

She stood up with a "poof" and walked out the door briskly with a calm face.

The old chess player was a celebrity in the village, and after a little inquiry, she learned his address.

The old man's surname is Teng, after the death of his wife a few years ago, he moved to Buxian Village, because of his good personality and very good at playing chess, so the villagers called him "Master Teng".

His home is a small but very delicate courtyard, which is full of flowers, all kinds of flowers, blooming all year round, and you can tell that it is extremely well cared for.

The doors of the courtyard were open, but there was no one to be seen.

Nan Xian stood at the door and shouted a few times, but no one answered.

Walk through the flowers and up the steps.

It had rained last night, and she noticed a few dirt-stained shoe prints on the steps, messy marks, and more than one person's.

Looking at these shoe prints, Nan Xian's heart drummed slightly.

"Grandpa Teng? Are you there? She knocked on the door a few times and raised her voice to ask.

Still no one answered.

Staring at the narrow threshold, she hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside.

The room is not high, but the decoration is warm, and there are some photos hanging on the wall, many of which are quite old.

On the table in the living room, there is an unfinished game of chess.

She stepped forward and looked down at the game.

Suddenly, a drop of viscous liquid fell on the pawn of "General", splashing a little scarlet.

Nan Xian was stunned, and subconsciously looked up-

On the roof, diagonally above, Teng Laoweng's head was tied and hung there with a hemp rope.

His white hair was disheveled, his eyes were round and frightened, and his mouth was opened forcefully to cry for help, as if he had seen something terrifying.

The neatly cut neck is slowly condensing a drop of red.

"Click".

fell on Nan Xian's eyebrows.

In an instant, her blood flowed backwards, her hair stood on end, her forehead was cold, and the thoughts in her mind seemed to be pulled out by an invisible hand, blank and blank.