Time was running out, and Lu Ning didn't really need the key, so he gave Qian Yipeng a hint, and the two of them walked to the stairs. The old man greedily counted the money he got, not caring what Lu Ning and the others were doing.
The stairs leading to the basement are rough and rough, the walls are rough, the stairs are also made of bricks and cement, and the height of each level is different. After walking down, there is a row of rooms that are so simple that no one would even be willing to live in them even if they were given away for free. The doors are almost all open, and only one is closed. After passing the open door, you can see that there is nothing in each room except a bed board, a table and two stools. The only advantage is probably that the room is quite big.
The two of them walked to the closed door. Lu Ning first sent a message to Chen Hang, asking him to drive nearby and be ready to respond.
Qian Yipeng put his hand on the door handle. The door lock here cannot be opened with a key from the outside. It only depends on whether the person in the room has locked it.
After Lu Ning was ready, Qian Yipeng lowered his hand. The movement was very gentle, but the door handle was actually pressed. With a soft sound, the door was pushed open by Qian Yipeng. He had already taken out his sickle and looked at the room with cold eyes.
The only light bulb in the room was fairly bright, the hard bed was covered with white sheets, some scattered things were placed in the corner, and there was a painting on the table. Qian Yirong was sitting on a stool with his back to the door, holding a paintbrush and slowly adding details to the painting.
"Qian Yirong." Qian Yipeng whispered the other person's name, "Why are you here?"
After he finished saying this, the person sitting on the stool slowly turned his head.
Qian Yipeng was stunned for a moment. There were many strange marks on Qian Yirong's face. They didn't look like scars, but rather like graffiti-like stripes, which were disorderly. Lu Ning stood slightly behind and saw these stripes. These stripes made it difficult to see what Qian Yirong's expression was.
"It's... you." Qian Yirong whispered, "Cousin, I really didn't expect you to find it here. I've already tried my best to find a remote place."
"If you keep hiding here, I won't be able to find you." Qian Yipeng sneered.
"I really can't help it...it's just a coincidence."
"Stop talking nonsense! What's going on with my parents? And who are the second uncle and the third uncle--"
Before Qian Yipeng finished speaking, Qian Yirong suddenly laughed: "Second uncle? And my dad? There are some things that people will never see clearly..."
"Are they dead?" Lu Ning asked.
"Dead, died where he should be." Qian Yirong stood up and spread his hands, "Don't be nervous, now that you have found me, I won't run around. The only thing I hope for now is to get rid of all this."
"Get rid of what?" Qian Yipeng asked.
"Bai Li, or in other words, the responsibility that the gods and ghosts here have placed on me. Do you know why I have to leave? Because I have to leave."
Qian Yirong pointed to his face, then turned around and walked to the bed to sit down.
"First, cousin, let me tell you what you want to know most. What exactly happened that day? It's hard for me to explain it clearly to you. Your parents... it was my father who did it. My second uncle was also surprised, but my father Knocked him unconscious, and then... called me out with a look I had never seen before, forcing me to help him pull out the second uncle, and then arrived at this place. The people here seemed like they didn't see it We all behave the same and it’s horrible.”
"Uncle Third...why are you so crazy?"
"I also asked my dad, but my dad said it was all my fault. He took out the sketch I drew, praised me loudly, and then took out his mobile phone to let me take a look at myself - I just I found that I have these on my face. They cannot be washed off, but it seems that not everyone can see them. My dad told me that these are the guidance of the earth, and that I am the devout officiant chosen by God, and I will definitely complete all of this."
"He knows this." Lu Ning whispered to Qian Yipeng, "Leaving others aside, I'm afraid your third uncle really inherited something from the servant named Qian."
"Things on my face are always changing. Although it is messy most of the time, I can feel that it will change. Dad asked me to finish the painting well and not to do unnecessary things before new instructions arrive. I... just sat down to draw, ate something in the evening and fell asleep. This morning, as soon as I opened my eyes, my dad patted me on the shoulder and said to me, 'I have seen the will.' Then I took my second uncle out of the house. I was a little scared, so I followed behind. They walked to a ditch and were talking at first, but within a few minutes, my dad suddenly took out a knife and plunged it into the ditch. The second uncle's throat pushed him into the ditch. Before I could react, my dad took out another knife, stabbed himself in the neck, and then jumped in."
"He killed so many people and then committed suicide?" Qian Yipeng gritted his teeth.
"After that... I felt a burning pain in my face. I was scared, so I ran back here and looked at my face with my phone. This time I saw it. Those black lines formed instructions. It was telling me where I should be. Where does time go..."
Qian Yirong smiled bitterly and touched his cheek: "You can see it, right? Do you understand it? I can only understand it at that time. I didn't dare to disobey, so I had to leave and go to KTV. You guys You know? Today there was a group of people having fun after a drinking party. One of them had a heart attack, and the others drank too much and didn't notice much, so they died."
"It happens naturally?" Lu Ning frowned.
"The lines told me that I have to go there, that's it. Don't ask me why, I don't know why, I just painted, and now... all I have to do is paint."
Lu Ning walked to the table and saw the so-called painting that encompassed the entire Zaoyuan Manor that she had seen in his room before. The proportions of the painting have been adjusted to depict the four areas of Zaoyuan Manor. Nowadays, the parts of Dadong Road and Xiaheshao have been basically painted, while the parts of Jiuyuan and Caowazi are still sketches. I have to say that this painting is indeed very exquisite. Many of the main buildings on Dadong Road, the waterways and house layout in Xiaheshao, the different scenery and villas in the old garden, and the birds in the grassland... all these features are captured. It must take a lot of time to get into the painting.
So...Qian Yirong accidentally became the officiant because of this painting?
If he is the so-called chief priest who wants Zaoyuanzhuang to continue to prosper, it is possible. According to the collected information and the records in the notebook, Bai Li actually only needs one person's most honest hope, and Qian Yirong obviously loves Zaoyuan Manor very much. If Bai Li had not been there before, there would certainly be no problem with this kind of love, but when there is already a corresponding transaction, it is not impossible for this kind of love to be misinterpreted as "hope to continue the transaction" and exploited, and the person who took advantage of it... ...Probably the third uncle.
These alone are not enough, Bai Li also needs to prepare ten coffins, or ten containers. But looking at the entire painting, the buildings in these paintings may themselves be containers. If Qian Yirong had some houses and the like that he must paint in the painting before painting, this intention may also lead to sufficient conditions.
But is this all a coincidence? Didn't that third uncle secretly design something?
"Have you been to the KTV where the person died tonight?" Lu Ning suddenly asked.
"That was the place where we had our graduation party. We played there, so I even painted the nearby streets..."
it is as expected.
Lu Ning glanced at the painting again and said to Qian Yirong: "First of all, you can't continue painting this painting."
"Yes, but I followed the order..."
"It seems that you already know something about Bai Li. How much did your father tell you? He has gone crazy, and you still continue to do what he said... It is better to seek some help now, such as a Taoist priest or something Yes, get rid of this officiating identity."
"I don't dare." Qian Yirong lowered his head, "Is this the local god here? I know people will die, but how can I dare to provoke the gods? If I don't follow the instructions, will the result be the same as my father's? I still don’t understand why he killed all his family members, so Bai Li doesn’t have to kill his own family members to continue, right?”
"I'm afraid you have also regarded the house where you have lived for so long as an important location in this painting, but you don't know about Bai Li. If someone must die in this house, how will it be solved?" Lu Ning sneered.
Qian Yipeng couldn't help it anymore: "If he goes crazy, he can commit suicide! Anyway, he did it, why did he have to kill my parents? Doesn't that bastard have no family affection at all? Actually... actually... Die so soon..."
At this moment, Qian Yirong suddenly scratched his face.
"It started again, it started to get hot, and then... why at this time? It's almost midnight!"
Lu Ning saw that the black lines on Qian Yirong's face, which were like scribbling spells, slowly began to turn into patterns. She couldn't understand the pattern, but Qian Yirong had already taken out his phone and shined it on his face, panicking. Touch left and right until the pattern really stabilizes and turns into an inexplicably uncomfortable shape.
Qian Yirong obviously understood the meaning of the pattern, but after being stunned for a moment, he stood up from the bed. Qian Yipeng immediately raised his sickle: "Don't move! What order did you receive? Tell me!"
"I, I can't say it. You can't talk nonsense! Get out of the way! My face hurts! I have to do as asked!" Qian Yirong shouted, reaching out and pulling out a wooden stick from the pile of debris. .
"Don't even think about leaving here until you tell me!"
Qian Yirong rushed forward, and Qian Yipeng also waved his sickle to greet him. The two of them struggled together, and it was obvious that Qian Yipeng didn't want to kill each other here, but just tried to restrict Qian Yirong's movements. Qian Yirong mainly wanted to rush out, and was just tearing and smashing with his hands.
Lu Ning did not interfere in the battle between the two brothers. She carefully thought about what Qian Yirong just said. If those are all true, there are still some very strange issues in them.
She took out her mobile phone and called Chen Hang outside.
"Hello? How's it going?"
"Qian Yirong was caught. The two of them are fighting now. Where are you? Have you seen anyone suspicious nearby?"
"Suspicious person? I can't tell you that. There are only walkers on the street... Oh, I heard some noise. Do you want to go over and help?"
"No need for now, just tell everyone to keep an eye on the people around you." Lu Ning hung up the phone, frowned, and looked at the scroll again.
Dadong Road and Xiahe Shao are probably the two places where Qian Yirong goes most often. One is school and the other is home. It is normal to give priority to painting in these two places. There is nothing suspicious about this painting except that it brings out Bai Li...
Lead to Bai Li.
Even if what Qian Yirong said was true, what if the information he was fed was wrong?
Lu Ning was stunned, and immediately rushed towards the two people who were wrestling with each other, kicked Qian Yirong on the waist, and kicked him back to the bed.
Qian Yirong screamed in pain, but Qian Yipeng was stunned because of Lu Ning's sudden intervention. Lu Ning jumped directly onto the bed, pressed one knee on Qian Yirong's chest, flicked his wrist and threw out the saw of fate, opened the scissors and stabbed Qian Yirong directly in the face!
Didn't make it.
Lu Ning felt a sudden pain in her chest, a sweet sensation in her throat, and she was also thrown away. But although her scissors failed to penetrate, Qian Yirong's face was cut open.
"Oh...it's so dangerous."
Blood flowed from the cut face, but underneath that layer of skin there was obviously another face, a face that looked slightly older but felt familiar.
"Qian Laosan!" Qian Yipeng roared.
"Be respectful, I am also your third uncle." "Qian Yirong" got off the bed again and threw away the stick in his hand. Lu Ning covered her chest, and the white ring on her hand was shining - it was definitely not the blow from the stick just now.
"You killed my parents! And...and...that's not right! You just lied to me!" Qian Yipeng held the sickle tightly and put his other hand into his pocket.
"Ahem, cough, his story is half true and half false." Lu Ning said.
"I'm very curious how you found out. After all, those were Qian Yirong's true reactions." Uncle Qian glanced at Lu Ning coldly, "Compared to me, a junior who is blinded by hatred, you are more impressive to me. Danger."
"Then you're right." Lu Ning also sneered, pulled out a dagger from his waist and threw it directly at Uncle Qian!
"Hmph, you can just serve as sacrifices for the next two days." Uncle Qian opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of green mist. The dagger corroded rapidly in the mist, and it had no power when it hit him.
"Qian Laosan!"
Qian Yipeng rushed forward and swung his sickle. Uncle Qian curled his lips and touched his arm with his finger. Qian Yipeng's movements suddenly became less flexible. When Sanshu Qian saw this, he let out a strange laugh, then raised his hand and patted Qian Yipeng on the chest: "Just give me some sleep!"
But at this moment, Qian Yipeng quickly took his other hand out of his pocket and held a pen tightly.
"Fuck you bitch!"
The tip of the pen plunged directly into Uncle Qian's eye socket.
