Shen Zhiren waved his hand and asked him to sit down: "Everyone here has a close relationship with me, Mr. Shen, and they are all here for my daughter today. Mr. Shen is very grateful. Everyone should treat it as their own family~"
After Shen Zhiren finished speaking, the people at the table smiled at each other very cooperatively. Tan Wan looked at the large table in front of him and only felt that it was interesting. Maybe he was curious about spiritual conjuring or flattering the Shen family. There should not be many of them. The first one is really for Shen Ru who passed away.
Western food was being prepared for dinner, and the sound of knives and forks being scraped on the porcelain plates was heard one after another.
While eating, Shen Zhiren looked at Han Beiya: "Miss Han, I heard that your father was injured. Is he okay?"
As a junior in the game, Han Beiya minimized his presence and focused on the food.
And when Shen Zhiren suddenly asked about his father, Han Beiya was holding a crab leg in his mouth. He didn't even swallow the shell or spit it out. In the end, he answered with the crab leg in his mouth.
He answered vaguely: "Fortunately, I went to the hospital and they said there were no fractures."
"It's a blessing that there are no broken bones."
After hearing this, Han Beiya smiled, and her tone showed the liveliness and innocence of a young girl: "Yes, Uncle Shen, my mother has always said that my father is very lucky, and he can avoid any small disaster~"
Han Beiya's words made Shen Zhiren laugh. He looked at H Beiya with joy in his eyes and continued the topic.
"Old Han has good taste. He married a beautiful lady like your mother and gave birth to a beautiful and smart daughter like you. I heard that you studied art in college?" Shen Zhiren asked.
After waiting for Han Beiya to nod, Shen Zhiren said, "Then let Chengfeng take you to the mansion to take a good look at it later. I have many famous paintings and ancient items. Although they are not priceless, they are still valuable." It’s precious and rare. My son also studies art. You young people have common topics and you can talk more in depth.”
Tan Wan watched from the side and immediately understood what the old man was thinking.
It's a pity that Han Beiya, the love brain, already has a wife, and Shen Chengfeng is out of the question~
Everyone else was here for today's dinner, but the medium and the assistant were not present. Shen Zhiren's explanation was that the medium still had some preparations to do before the ceremony started, and he hoped not to disturb them before the official start.
After finishing the meal, Shen Zhiren and the popular suspense writer Xie Mowen returned to their room, while Tanwan followed Han Beiya and Shen Chengfeng to wander around the mansion.
As the adopted son of Shen Zhiren, Shen Chengfeng was not very interested in the artworks hanging on the walls of the mansion. Many of the paintings might be named, but more information, such as who was the author of the paintings and what year they were, would be difficult to find. Not sure at all.
Even Han Beiya was famous for some words, but Shen Chengfeng didn't understand.
Han Beiya looked at the occasional sculptures in the corridor and asked curiously: "There are so many sculptures in this mansion. Did Uncle Shen buy them from outside?"
Tan Wan was not as sensitive to art as Han Beiya. After she finished speaking, she noticed that in addition to countless paintings, there were also many large and small sculptures in the mansion.
These sculptures are all Western figure sculptures, full body, half body, male and female, and there are even a few imitations of famous sculptures such as the Venus de Milo.
The faces of almost every sculpture are very detailed, and the charm of the characters is also displayed. The sculptor must love his works so much that he poured love into each sculpture when carving to make them so vivid.
"Dad didn't buy these. In fact..." Shen Chengfeng said, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment, "I carved these myself."
Later I learned that Shen Chengfeng had studied sculpture abroad for six years. Sometimes in order to complete a piece of sculpture art, he would go hungry without eating for two consecutive days and only concentrate on sculpture.
When he talked about sculpture, his eyes suddenly seemed to light up: "If you two ladies are interested, I can take you to see my studio in the mansion."
"Do you have a studio here?" Han Beiya, who had been amazed by Shen Chengfeng's craftsmanship for a long time, became even more interested now, "Of course you are interested, take us there~"
Shen Chengfeng's so-called studio is actually a large warehouse set up in the basement of the mansion. It is filled with large and small handmade sculptures. After turning off the lights, the sculptured heads look like living people. Meetings are just as scary.
It was getting late, and it was almost twelve o'clock after strolling around. Tanwan was not interested in these sculptures and works of art. After looking around, he went back to the room to sleep, leaving Han Beiya and Shen Chengfeng is together.
The rooms of the invited guests this time are all on the second floor, and the host's room is upstairs.
As soon as Tanwan entered the room, he heard the sound of furniture being moved from the room above him. The sound from upstairs was a bit loud at first, and lasted for about twenty minutes, making people unable to sleep.
This made Tan Wan unconsciously compare Bo Mansion with Li Jue's manor. The soundproofing here was not as good as the manor, the decoration was not as beautiful as the manor, and even the mattress was not as comfortable as the room in her manor.
Thinking of this, Tan Wan unconsciously missed her room in the manor, and still slept comfortably there...
As time passed by, the movement upstairs continued.
When I couldn't stand it anymore, I put on my clothes and went upstairs.
But just as he was getting dressed and ready to go out, the sound of killing a thousand people upstairs suddenly disappeared.
Tonight, a dreamless night.
Only the leaves outside the window are constantly blown by the wind, and they scrape against each other to make the sound of salad, which indicates that tomorrow will be an unusual day.
Early the next morning, when Tan Wan woke up, Han Beiya was already up.
The soul inquiry ceremony is at ten o'clock in the morning.
Today is a sunny day, and the orange-red sun is like a huge fireball, making the street bright.
All the curtains in the uncle's mansion were drawn, and everyone gathered in Shen Ru's room on the third floor.
When they got here, Tan Wan immediately realized that the room directly below this was the room where they spent the night last night.
The furnishings in Shen Ru's room have not been changed, and Shen Zhiren has kept everything in the room. The decorations and objects are in exactly the same position as they were before her death.
The medium sat on the chair in the middle, with a typewriter in front of her. The other five empty chairs were arranged in a circle around the medium, with the medium as the center.
"There are still five minutes until the ceremony starts. Please find an empty seat and sit down as soon as possible."
Luo Xin, the psychic assistant, closed the door and recited the precautions: "During the soul inquiry, please do not touch the body of the psychic, do not make noise, and do not leave your own place."
