Zhang Tiandao approached the studio step by step with heavy steps.
His expression was as if someone was holding a knife to his neck and was being driven to the guillotine.
In the not so spacious corridor, a few newcomers who were not scared away looked at the Taoist priest and frowned.
Especially the straight-tempered Wei Jianye vented his anger from his nostrils with dissatisfaction.
Taoist priest, old man...
The results of it?
What a coward.
"What, Captain, you called me..."
Tiptoeing to the door, Zhang Tiandao poked his head into the studio and forced out a smile, which was uglier than crying.
"Have you recovered?"
The cold voice and indifferent expression made Zhang Tiandao dare not say no.
"about there……"
When Tang Jiumin heard this, he looked away and pointed at the human skin paintings and the unspeakable remains on the ground, "Here, let's see what we can find out about this guy."
Looking where the other person pointed, the expression on Zhang Tiandao's face suddenly became colorful.
White and green, green and red...
"Captain, I..."
A weak and trembling voice sounded, and Zhang Tiandao said bravely: "It involves innocent souls, and there may even be evil ghosts. I can't guarantee that the cause of death will be found as quickly as the police can in investigating cases."
When Tang Jiumin heard the second half of the words, his expression moved slightly, and he subconsciously checked the system time.
"Don't worry, I don't expect you to be able to find the root, but try to find the connection between him and this family. There is still time, so hurry up."
At the door, Zhang Tiandao nodded in agreement with a grimace when he heard the arrangement.
Fortunately, I have gotten used to it a little bit since I started vomiting.
Moreover, he was smart and knew that he had to reflect his own value at this time. After suppressing his luck, he walked in honestly.
Until you get close to the human skin painting.
Zhang Tiandao almost instinctively averted his eyes, not daring to take a closer look.
Stopping in front of the painting, he took out a lot of bottles and cans, and scattered props all over the floor.
First, the talismans written in cinnabar were placed in sequence and lit, and then the collected ashes were sprinkled on the yellow paper...
After a while, under the peach wood fire, the yellow paper revealed symbols with unknown meanings.
This guy, once he enters the state, seems to have a somewhat mysterious feeling, and he is mumbling words.
As for Tang Jiumin?
At some point, the man turned to look at the door.
There are several people, old and new, piled up there.
And beyond these few people, you can see further...
Tang Jiumin glanced at the Taoist priest next to him, gave Liu Ziyun a look, and then stepped over.
Opposite, connected to the atrium, the wooden door of another inner room was closed.
"Have you searched there?"
As soon as he left the house, Tang Jiumin asked Cheng Zhi.
The latter shook his head and immediately said no, "We went to the studio first and found the body. We didn't have time to search the other side."
When E Sihui heard Cheng Zhi's explanation, he also spoke, "I've been staring at this room. Do you want to open it and take a look?"
"There's barely enough time... let's see." Tang Jiumin took out the shotgun and nodded immediately.
Beside him, the other people were also ready to fight.
Needless to say, E Sihui once again acted as the leader and opened the door cautiously.
Creak——
Accompanied by a slightly harsh voice, he stepped into the room first and encountered no danger.
Then, the man paused and gestured quickly behind him.
Outside the door, after two trials and training by Liu Ziyun, Cheng Zhi had already understood many gestures.
Naturally, it means that there is a situation.
Tang Jiumin doesn't trust the newcomer... Liu Ziyun and Ye Feim are in the studio.
Cheng Zhi hesitated a little and had to enter the house with a gun.
"This is……"
The next second, she clenched the weapon in her hand, raised it and pointed it at the center of the back room.
There, there was a chair with a pair of bones sitting on it.
Hearing the sound, Tang Jiumin who was outside the door followed closely.
The other newcomers are different.
The Hao brothers and Wei Jianye were already in the studio.
Although he didn't think highly of Zhang Tiandao, he was still seeking divination.
It is directly related to the task and naturally attracts them to stop.
As a result, the situation in the house on the other side attracted the attention of several newcomers who were not scared away by the corpse.
"Teacher..." Liu Yuxuan, who was more courageous among the student group, was ready to make a move.
However, Zeng Xuebin next to him pushed it down.
"You stay here, I'll go over and take a look."
After that, the man shook the gun in his hand and mustered up the courage to enter the house.
Inside, Cheng Zhi was raising a gun to remind Tang Jiumin:
"...Captain, the map records that this family is a painter who lives alone. Could this be..."
Before he had time to listen carefully, Zeng Xuebin, who had just entered the room, saw the white bones and his hair stood on end. He even breathed a little faster.
But inside the room, Tang Jiumin didn't care and squatted beside the chair to check.
"...The bones of this corpse are broken in many places. This is not convenient if you live alone."
"What if someone takes care of him regularly? Maybe his disability is the reason why he can't get married and live alone?" Cheng Zhi thought for a while and continued to ask about other possibilities.
The next second, Tang Jiumin continued to shake his head.
no?
This means that the painter is not a disabled person, or...
Several people around him were lost in thought because of this shaking of their heads. At this moment, Tang Jiumin, who was squatting, pointed at Bai Gu's right forearm.
"The drawing boards in the house and the courtyard, and the brush and ink trays are all on the right hand side, proving that the painter's right hand is not disabled. But you see, the right forearm of this corpse is broken..."
"Moreover, if the broken bones are given time, they will grow more or less. But now, the fractures are mostly jagged. It is obvious that the body will die soon after the fracture."
"There are strangulation marks on both sides of the handle. Although it is a wooden chair, the fact that these marks were left indicates that the struggle was not ordinary. This man was treated inhumanely in his life, and he was most likely tortured to death."
On the left and right sides of the chairs, Cheng Zhi and E Sihui nodded repeatedly.
In the corner, Zeng Xuebin, who was holding a diary, was even more shocked.
It's really hard to imagine how this person could do it and come to a conclusion through observation and reasoning in just a few minutes.
At the same time, he looked at the diary he found in his hand again.
Just when I was looking through it, I felt that the artist's words were confusing.
But combined with Tang Jiumin's conclusion... it is inevitable to think more about it...
On the other side, E Sihui didn't say anything nonsense as usual, but after receiving the information about the bones, Cheng Zhi's tone was a little hesitant.
"Captain, if this person is not a painter..."
However, before she could ask in detail, or before Tang Jiumin could observe carefully, Zhang Tiandao's voice suddenly came from the other side of the studio.
"Ahhh!"
"Help me! Help me!"
Hearing these panic-filled howls, Tang Jiumin immediately abandoned the others in the room, got up and hurried away.
In the studio, Zhang Tiandao was sitting on the ground, using his hands and feet together to row backwards.
If it weren't for Liu Ziyun's tight hold on his shoulders, this guy would have disappeared long ago.
"I was wrong, please forgive me..."
"Gods and gods from all walks of life, every injustice has its owner and its debtor has its owner. It's not my fault, please spare me..."
...
"What's going on with this guy?"
As soon as he entered the studio, Tang Jiumin asked.
Liu Ziyun was also very helpless. He shook his head and replied: "I don't know, I suddenly went crazy."
Since others don’t know, they can only ask the person involved.
Tang Jiumin pulled Zhang Tiandao up and asked coldly: "What's the situation? What did you find out?"
"Every injustice has its own owner, and it's none of my business..."
Seeing the Taoist priest immersed in his own thoughts, his face darkened.
The next second, he raised his hand and slapped him across the face.
Unique physical therapy quickly brought Zhang Tiandao back to normal.
With a jolt, the man's mental state improved a lot.
"Normal?"
An eerie voice came from above, "You have half a minute to collect your thoughts and tell me what happened just now?"
"Gudong...I..."
Zhang Tiandao, who had just regained consciousness, was immediately suppressed by Tang Jiumin's aura.
"I said, I said." He pointed to the bottles and cans on the ground.
"What kind of studio is this? At this moment, I tried to communicate with the ghost of the deceased, but before I completed the ritual, there was already a reaction."
"But there is definitely more than just one ghost. God knows what's going on here! I tried it four times, but each time I got different results and different meanings."
"Every time it's an innocent soul, every time it's not the deceased in front of me, every time the communication is confusing and inconsistent."
Zhang Tiandao's mouth was so dry that he swallowed twice in a row after spewing out so much content at once.
But his explanation was met with a question from the side, Tang Jiumin, "So what? This place is not normal to begin with. Is what you said strange?"
"It's weird!"
Zhang Tiandao's voice suddenly increased, but his next sentence suddenly dropped again, and he raised his head to be wary of his surroundings.
"Except for evil ghosts, most of the so-called evil ghosts are just the ghosts of wrongdoers. They only wander around in places where they are unwilling or have strong obsessions. They are also called earth-bound spirits."
"So many innocent souls, what does this mean..." This guy lowered his voice deliberately, and he still couldn't help but tremble all over.
"It means that the so-called obsessions of these ghosts, or the places where they died, are here! There are so many that I have tried to communicate many times, but I can't find the ghost who just died..."
"Also, I will try to calculate other things later. Since there are so many innocent souls, I might as well calculate the relationship between this corpse and this place."
"I divined three talismans and four hexagrams, but the results I got every time had nothing to do with this courtyard. I was not even accepted by this room. I was out of place."
As he spoke, the Taoist priest raised his head and looked around with apprehension and awe.
"But just now, the last hexagram was completely different. The human skin painting that was originally out of place has completely integrated with the room."
"Moreover, I tried to communicate with those resentful souls, but there was no response."
"It...the owner here, it's nearby, it can see it, it's warning us..."
Zhang Tiandao's words made Tang Jiumin frown and think.
The former was obviously frightened and quickly urged: "Let's go, let's leave, maybe it's too late..."
"Don... look at the sky."
Next to him, another voice joined in, it was Liu Ziyun.
Under the gaze of everyone, Tang Jiumin turned his head and looked out the window.
Although it's not obvious, the sky has indeed started to get darker...
"It seems that no matter what, we can't continue today. It's time to go back."
