"54 years...losses..."
"In 55 years... we also suffered losses..."
"..."
After reading several pages in a row, Hao Gang couldn't help but wonder, "Strange, they all lost money? Losing money trading?"
After reading the next few pages, he suddenly understood.
"It turns out that after 60 years, the profits will be good, and there are still people to cooperate with us."
"No wonder the floors are all made of solid wood..."
Most of the things recorded in the entire account book are purchase and sales records.
Soon, Tang Jiumin reached out and closed it, lowering his head and wondering what he was thinking.
"Captain, is there something wrong with what is recorded here?" Behind him, Hao Gang tentatively spoke.
The former shook his head slightly, "It's hard to say yet."
It's hard to tell, which means there is a problem but we haven't determined it yet, or it can mean that the problem has not been found.
Hao Gang wanted to ask again, but he saw that someone had already collected the account books and came to a wooden cabinet.
Following the other person's line of sight, he saw a lot of installed tobacco inside.
Tang Jiumin picked up a strand with his hand, put it into his mouth and chewed it.
"..." Hao Gang opened his lips slightly, with a slightly weird expression on his face and wanted to remind him aloud.
"Zila——"
Suddenly, the noisy sound of electricity interrupted what he was about to say.
It turned out that the communicator beside Tang Jiu Min's ear rang.
"Hey, Captain, Officer Liu, we found a body!" Cheng Zhi's voice came from the other end, his voice was slightly trembling, as if he was suppressing some emotion.
Over there, there was obviously the sound of deep breathing, and then the tone calmed down and he continued to speak, "The situation is difficult to describe. I think it is very dangerous. You should come over and take a look!"
Upon hearing this, Tang Jiumin stopped chewing directly and reached out to put away the shredded tobacco he was chewing and the untouched ones.
"Let's go, it's coming." As he spoke, the man strode past the crowd.
Wei Jianye subconsciously stepped away from the door, glanced at Tang Jiumin's decisive back, and couldn't help but ask Hao Gang in the room with his eyes.
coming?
What's coming?
Do you know?
The latter shook his head, indicating that he did not know what he meant.
Tang Jiumin hasn't gone far yet, and the fishermen and their husbands are also nearby...
After thinking about the current situation, Wei Jianye opened his mouth and did not choose to talk to Hao Gang at this moment.
After the two briefly made eye contact, they immediately left here.
The group of people quickly left the tobacco farmer's house and prepared to go to the suspected painter's house.
Unexpectedly, just two corners later, they met people coming back from another team.
"How is the situation over there?" Liu Ziyun led the team and asked the question before they even got close.
Tang Jiumin first glanced at Zeng Xuebin's expression, then shook his head and replied, "There are no traces of anyone coming, and I haven't found any clues."
"It seems that the problem is at the painter's place?" Although he did not talk about the search situation there, Liu Ziyun's answer already represented the answer.
Again nothing was found.
"After all, it's rare for Cheng Zhi to be so nervous after going through two trials." Thinking back to the situation during the communication, Tang Jiumin nodded affirmatively.
After a while, two groups of people arrived at the entrance of the courtyard where the painter was.
But before entering, they realized that the atmosphere was extremely wrong.
There were many people standing inside and outside the courtyard, all looking embarrassed.
Some simply leaned over and vomited all over the floor.
It seems that they saw some unacceptable scene or situation.
Moreover, it is very dangerous...
Because those who were not vomiting at this moment all looked at the other side of the room warily.
It seemed... there was something there that made them uneasy.
"What's going on?" Liu Ziyun stepped into the courtyard and immediately asked about the situation when he noticed something was wrong.
Hearing his voice, people inside and outside the courtyard turned their heads and looked around.
The arrival of the two teams made the group more or less happy, and even the timid expression on their faces faded slightly.
"Officer Liu..."
"Captain..."
As several newcomers forced themselves to stop vomiting, weak sounds sounded one after another.
Of course, even though they tried their best to maintain their composure, their nervous and frightened expressions were still visible to Tang Jiumin.
Speaking of which, Cheng Zhi's team includes her, Zhang Tiandao, E Sihui and Ye Feim.
Correspondingly, the newcomers brought in have average qualifications.
Not talking about physical fitness, just talking about the ability to withstand psychological pressure, most of them cannot compare with the Hao brothers and Zeng Xuebin.
Shaking his head in his mind, Tang Jiumin glanced around and directly found the one in the best condition among the group of people.
"Lu Si, what's going on?"
The person who was called had a hoarse voice and pointed at the house as expected, "Captain, the body is inside, but you must be mentally prepared first."
Sure enough, it was Ji Kun's corpse that caused the newcomer's stress reaction.
In other words, the miserable state of the other party's body.
Looking at Lu Si's slightly trembling eyelashes at this moment, one knew that he was not at peace inside.
Of course, as a doctor, his past professional experience naturally made him accustomed to bloody scenes, and his performance was much better than others.
Guessing what he might encounter, Tang Jiumin walked into the room with Liu Ziyun and a few newcomers who were also curious.
Not surprisingly, there are still two rooms connected to the left and right of the atrium.
But it is also a brick house. It seems that because it has never been engaged in farming and planted in the yard, the area is much wider.
But even so, you can still smell a strong stench when you first come in.
Looking at Zhang Tiandao who was holding on the wall and vomiting non-stop, Tang Jiumin rolled his eyes speechlessly.
Although he didn't want to admit it, the stench was obviously stronger than vomit.
It has nothing to do with this person, it can only be inside...
At the doors to the rooms on both sides, three other people were guarding the door on the left.
Except for a certain Xiong Da, Cheng Zhi and E Sihui came up to Tang Jiumin when they saw him.
"Captain, this is the studio inside. There is indeed a problem, and Zhang Tiandao can't handle it. Why don't you wait for a while?"
After entering the trial, E Sihui uttered so many words in one breath for the first time.
This is enough to prove that the situation in the room is special.
Next to him, it stands to reason that Cheng Zhi had already opened his mouth to introduce the relevant situation to Tang Jiumin.
But at this time, her face was pale and her lips were pursed, obviously not in a good state.
He glanced at Cheng Zhi, who barely managed to vomit, and at Zhang Tiandao behind him, who was still retching.
These two people are definitely unreliable now.
Looking at Liu Ziyun, he signaled to him to quickly take care of Zhang Tiandao, and Tang Jiumin walked straight to the door.
From the moment he entered the house, he felt the terror.
Whatever it was, we had to find out now.
He patted Yefim, who had almost completely blocked the door, and pulled the big-hearted barbarian away.
Tang Jiumin raised his eyes and looked at it, his steps suddenly stopped.
Really... I haven't seen this scene in many years.
The cause that caused everyone immediate physical discomfort was found.
As a studio, it was naturally a place for this family to paint.
Along the way, I also found many paintings hanging in the courtyard and central hall, including landscapes, figures, and animals...
From these paintings, you can see the carefully drawn lines and carefully matched colors.
But in the center of the studio, there is a different kind of painting.
This painting is very different.
Rather than calling it a painting, it would be better to say that it is Ji Kun's corpse.
At this moment, the man's flesh and skin, connected to his clothes, were hung from the ceiling with two iron chains, forming an exquisite 'painting' of human skin.
If it were just that, it wouldn't make so many people feel nauseous and vomiting.
The problem is that there is not only a piece of human skin on it, but also various body parts of Ji Kun.
Eyes, mouth, nose, ears...all were flattened and imprinted on them.
The way the eyes popped out and the bloodshot streaks formed by being squeezed were extremely clear.
The middle part of the human skin is the darkest because its clothes are also imprinted on it. Under squeezing, pieces of black flesh are obviously stuck to the cloth.
The part beyond the clothes in the middle is filled with light ink liquid, like blood splashing like snowflakes.
It can be seen that this was rubbed while alive.
The frightened expression on the other party's face before his death, as well as the tense muscles and joints under fear, were all completely preserved.
Except for the color, of course…
Because the human skin painting in front of him, which truly records Ji Kun's death, is actually a remnant of his mind.
Just like other existences, it is completely black and white, with a sense of distortion that is sometimes clear and sometimes blurry.
It was suspended in mid-air by two iron chains, with light black liquid constantly soaking and dripping from the bottom.
But the strange thing is that as soon as the liquid leaves the painting, it turns bright red...
Looking down, the cruel feast is completely revealed.
On the ground, around where the blood gathered, there were many bloody internal organs and bones scattered.
For example, the large and small intestines, which are internal organs in the body, are thrown away everywhere.
A section in the east, a section in the west, the blood was mixed with filth, and the large and small intestines were mixed with meat, as if they had been violently torn out of the human body.
The same goes for bones. There are few intact pieces and most of them are broken.
It seems to be because the paintings only require portraits.
Everything else was just casually discarded by the author.
The exposed facial features are on the painting, and the hidden organs are on the ground... No matter what, it is enough to frighten people to the point of causing physiological vomiting.
After observing the human skin painting belonging to Ji Kun's body, Tang Jiumin glanced around.
This rectangular room is filled with various painting tools and many works of art.
Look around, left and right.
The human skin painting is located in the middle of the studio, surrounded by portraits one after another.
On the wall, on the floor, on a large or small easel...
These paintings all have one characteristic.
That's the character, no eyes.
"Don...hiss!"
At the door, Liu Ziyun, who had solved the problem, just came over and took a breath of air.
Behind him, several newcomers followed one after another.
Seeing Liu Ziyun stopped at the door, these people curiously looked inside through the gap.
As a result, with just one glance, Zhao Guangcai, a fisherman, felt strongly nauseated and rushed to the yard to deal with it while holding on to the wall.
And then, more...
Soon, except for Hao Gang and Wei Jianye, there were almost no people left.
In the studio, Tang Jiumin, who was close to the human skin painting, had walked back and forth several times, analyzing the injury status of each muscle wound.
Seeing Liu Ziyun's arrival, he immediately understood that someone was almost recovered.
"Zhang Tiandao, come here quickly after you've finished vomiting!"
A Taoist priest who had just been feeling nauseated outside was just catching his breath.
Before I could sneak into the yard, my name was called.
He had no choice but to go through with a grimace.
