"ha?"
Zhuang Youjie was stunned. His uncle looked like he was going to be buried soon. He was actually pretending?
Then this is too awesome.
Suddenly, he thought of Liang Yuanque's experience of pretending to be ill in the Shen family.
When it comes to pretending to be ill, Liang Yuanque is an expert among experts. If he didn't know what he looked like at that time, wouldn't he have thought that he was sick and about to die?
No wonder Liang Yuanque had previously offered to help him find a doctor. It turned out that he had been testing the situation.
"I'll go," Zhuang Youjie responded, "With your ability, you have already figured it out, right?"
Liang Yuanque poured hot water into the basin and began to take off his shirt.
"I thought it was weird the first time I saw him. It wasn't until he coughed in front of me that I was sure."
The methods that the uncle and Liang Yuanque usually used were different. It seemed that they had used some kind of special medicine to make themselves look pale and skinny.
But there is no way to really change the internal physical condition with medication, so some of his wheezing and coughing are just fake.
The eldest uncle actually acted very well. He has deceived the Lin family for so many years, and even people like Zhuang Youjie can deceive him.
But unfortunately he met Liang Yuanque, a very experienced expert in getting sick and pretending to be sick.
Moreover, he may have deliberately "showed off" in front of Liang Yuanque in order to show off, completely exposing himself.
Zhuang Youjie saw that he had put in the hot water, so he wet the towel and wiped his face carefully.
"Then what is his purpose in doing this? Could it be that he committed these murders of the Lin family?"
"Abnormal behavior will inevitably arouse suspicion. Although it cannot be confirmed, his suspicion cannot be ruled out." Liang Yuanque nodded.
"Then what are we going to do next? Are we really going to see the body tomorrow?" Zhuang Youjie thought about it, still feeling a little scared.
After all, what they have to face is not like the young master and the old housekeeper who just passed away today, but the corpses that have been buried in the ground, and may not necessarily have become what they have become.
"Otherwise? If you're scared, just stay and wait for me. But anyway, I think it's more terrifying to stay in the Lin family..."
As Liang Yuanque spoke, he suddenly noticed that Zhuang Youjie was silent, and felt the strange look he was looking at him.
"What are you doing?"
Zhuang Youjie pursed his lips and looked at Liang Yuanque unbuttoning his belt with a distorted expression, "I, what else do I want to ask you for?"
Liang Yuanque didn't take it seriously and pulled off his belt with a splash.
"I'm taking a shower. If I don't take a hot shower after being exposed to the rain, I'll get sick. My body is already like this, so why don't I take care of it?"
Zhuang Youjie shouted and stopped his hand that was about to take off his pants.
"Hey, hey, how about I go out and do some exercise first, and we can take turns washing."
"It's okay," Liang Yuanque pulled down his pants and shrugged, "if you're not afraid to go out by yourself."
Zhuang Youjie looked at the sky outside the window and swallowed.
"Otherwise it's the same as when you went to the toilet before, I look up at the sky."
"It's up to you, I don't mind anything anyway." Liang Yuanque didn't care, took off his clothes and started to wipe his body with a towel.
Zhuang Youjie kept his promise and looked up at the roof. There were no electric lights everywhere, and he could only rely on candlelight and kerosene lamps for lighting.
So the room was extremely dark, and nothing could be seen clearly on the ceiling, only darkness.
Taking a shower is no different than going to the toilet, it takes much longer.
Zhuang Youjie didn't feel anything at first, but after a while, he gradually felt soreness in his neck.
"I said A Que, are you okay? Can you hurry up?" He rubbed his neck and called to Liang Yuan Que.
"If it doesn't work, then don't hold on. It's just a big old man. How can there be so many generals?" The sound of rushing water came from Liang Yuanque's side, "Haven't you ever taken a bath in a big bathhouse?"
"I haven't washed it before, so I'm not used to it." Zhuang Youjie rubbed his neck, trying hard not to focus on the growing soreness.
In order to divert his attention, he tried his best to look at the ceiling, as if he wanted to see something in the dark sky.
The Lin Mansion adopts the architectural style of traditional craftsmanship. The rooms have high ceilings, the main beams are placed high on the top, and the surrounding auxiliary beams are arranged vertically and horizontally.
After taking a careful look, Zhuang Youjie really saw something. There seemed to be something floating on one of the auxiliary beams near the main beam.
Zhuang Youjie's head exploded when he thought of all the disgusting cases he heard at Lin's house.
"Ah Que! Ah Que! Look up there!" He shouted nervously to Liang Yuanque.
"What is that?" Liang Yuanque was concentrating on wiping his back, and he shouted inexplicably.
However, he still followed Zhuang Youjie's words and looked up, but it was very dark and he didn't see anything.
"What? Where is there anything besides the roof?"
Zhuang Youjie saw that the shadow seemed to be floating, and the hair on his back stood up.
"Yes, look carefully!"
He didn't care about any embarrassment at this moment, and rushed over to pick up the naked Liang Yuanque and showed it to him.
"That's right there!"
Liang Yuanque took a closer look and saw that there was indeed a misty shadow shaking slightly.
"No, there can't really be a ghost, right?" Zhuang Youjie was so frightened that he couldn't speak.
"Don't say such things in front of a detective," Liang Yuanque comforted him, "You're just scaring yourself."
"What on earth is that?" Zhuang Youjie himself is not a courageous person, especially in such a weird environment.
"You'll know if you go up and take a look."
Liang Yuanque shook him off, went to dry his body, and put a bunch of shirts on his body.
"Pull that chair over and I'll go up and take a look."
Zhuang Youjie quickly went to get a chair and put it under the "phantom", but the beam was too high. Is there a wall nearby that could be used to support it?
Liang Yuanque had no choice but to stack the chair on the table again, jump onto the chair with his hands, and then jump on the same spot on the chair, almost missing the beam.
"I'll go, this is too high." Liang Yuanque grabbed the beam and turned over, jumped onto another nearby beam and squatted down.
His figure became blurry after reaching this height. Zhuang Youjie couldn't see his movements clearly, and he only felt his heart pounding.
Liang Yuanque half-crouched on the beam and moved slowly towards the "shadow". He reached out and grabbed a piece of fabric not far away.
It was an old piece of dark gray coarse cloth. Judging from the torn shape of the edges, it must have been accidentally torn from the clothes.
Liang Yuanque put the cloth under his nose and smelled it, and asked about the smell of old blood, which was almost the same as under the wall.
There were some words vaguely embroidered on the corner of the fabric, but the light above was too dim for him to see clearly.
