"I was very scared at the time and wanted to call someone loudly, but I didn't dare. I didn't know where the master had gone, and... I was worried about the bed. The sound was really scary." Mrs. Su looked like she was still frightened.
"But you finally checked under the bed, right?" Zhang Shiwei asked in a very soft voice.
Mrs. Su pursed her lips, and after a moment, nodded, "Yes, I...I calmed down for a while, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, so I threw off the quilt, ran out of bed, and immediately turned on the light. "
"The moment the light came on, I saw that under the bed... the person under the bed was actually the master!"
"His body was curled up and squeezed into the gap under the bed. His eyes were wide open and his face was covered with blood. He covered his mouth with both hands and his body was still shaking."
"Suddenly seeing this scene, I was frightened and screamed. But I didn't expect that after hearing the scream, the master immediately crawled out from under the bed as if he was crazy, and then rushed towards me."
Mrs. Su became more and more excited as she spoke, "Master...he stretched out his hand, pinched my neck hard, and tried to cover my mouth. He looked so scary. No, I doubt that was not him at all!"
"I struggled desperately and screamed. In the end, if the servants hadn't heard the sound and came over, I might have..." Mrs. Su suddenly choked up more when she said this, and then started sobbing softly.
"From what you said, Mr. Su's state is more like being possessed by an evil spirit." Zhang Shiwei said seriously.
"That's right." Mrs. Su nodded heavily, and even her breathing became rapid. "You didn't see what the master looked like at that time. His eyes were red and his strength was scary. He was a polite man. I have never seen him before. I never thought he would do this."
"By the way, madam, you mentioned that there was blood on Mr. Su's face. Where did the blood come from?" Jiang Cheng looked at Mrs. Su. He always felt that there was something wrong with the other party's narrative, as if he was avoiding the important and taking the easy.
"The blood...the blood is my own! Master, he bit his tongue. After the doctor came to check, he said that it was fortunate that the diagnosis and treatment were immediate. If it had been delayed for another moment and a half, even if he could be cured in the future, he might not be able to speak." Mrs. Su I couldn't help but wipe my tears.
"Can Mr. Su speak now?" Jiang Cheng continued to ask.
"It's barely possible, but it's not very clear. You need to listen carefully." There was a trace of sadness in Mrs. Su's voice. It was obvious that she and Mr. Su had a good relationship.
Just when everyone was about to continue to inquire about the news, suddenly, there was a "bang" above their heads, as if something fell to the ground, followed by a series of fighting sounds, and at the same time, there was a woman's scream.
Mrs. Su's face froze when she heard the sound, she quickly stood up and ran in the direction of the sound. Jiangcheng and the others immediately followed after seeing this.
A group of people ran up the stairs. Mrs. Su opened a door. The scene they saw made everyone frown. They saw a fat middle-aged man pressing on a woman and strangling her with one hand. Neck, the other hand covers the woman's mouth, the woman is struggling desperately.
Next to the two men was a pool of brown liquid and a bowl broken in half.
The bitter taste of Chinese medicine lingers in the air.
The woman's face turned blue from being strangled, and her voice became smaller and smaller. Upon seeing this, Ding Zhenzong Heping immediately rushed forward and tried to pull the man off, but the man was surprisingly strong and his hands were like iron pliers.
In the end, the fat man went up to help, and the three of them pushed the man to the ground and barely controlled him.
The room was not very large, with a black wooden bed, a table next to the wall, and a few chairs. Judging from the layout, it was a bedroom.
It is easy to guess that the crazy man is naturally the owner of the house, Mr. Su, and the woman who was knocked down is the maid in Su's house. She was attacked while giving medicine to Mr. Su.
At Mrs. Su's plea, several people carried Mr. Su to the bed.
There was a rope beside the bed, and everyone tied Mr. Su to the bed. Mr. Su's eyes widened, his face looked frightened, his mouth opened and closed, and he made a very small sound very quickly.
Jiang Cheng leaned closer and listened carefully. Mr. Su's tongue was injured and he couldn't pronounce words clearly. He listened for a long time before he realized that Mr. Su was saying "Shut up, don't talk, I don't want to be found... Come on, I heard them." Here they come, they’re coming for me!”
Over and over again, Mr. Su seemed to be possessed by a demon. His body was stiff, his eyes were red, and his eye sockets were black. It was obvious that he had not slept peacefully for a long time.
Lin Qianqian communicated with him in a soft voice, but Master Su didn't respond at all.
Jiang Cheng keenly discovered that as long as they spoke a little louder, Mr. Su seemed to be strongly stimulated and began to struggle again. He seemed to be extremely sensitive to sounds.
"Masters, please go out and wait for a while. My master is emotionally unstable again. I will stay with him alone." Mrs. Su said in a small voice.
Looking at Mr. Su's expression, they knew that they couldn't get any useful information out of him, so everyone left.
When he went out, Li Bai closed the door thoughtfully. Yao and Shunyu rolled up the sleeves of his school uniform, leaned against the wall, glanced at the door, and sneered in a low voice, "This Master Su must have done something bad, otherwise why would he be so afraid?" This ghost look?"
"Be careful, walls have ears." Ding Zhenzong frowned and reminded in a low voice.
Yao, Shun, and Yu shrugged their shoulders and didn't care.
Luo Tianhe seemed to have discovered something. He turned around and walked toward the end of the corridor alone. There were room doors nearby, but he didn't stop at all. He walked all the way to the end of the corridor, where there was a dark wooden door.
Strangely, the wooden door was only ajar, and a strange smell overflowed along the crack.
"It's Mo Xiang." He Ping was relatively close to the door and was the first to speak.
"It not only smells of ink, but also of sandalwood." Zhang Shiwei sniffed and added clearly.
Luo Tianhe stretched out his hand and gently pushed open the door. For the first time here, this move seemed not very safe, but the strange thing was that with this man standing in front of them, everyone felt at ease.
This is a darkroom with no windows. There is a faint musty smell floating in the air. After the light above the head flickers for a few times, it finally lights up, and the eyes suddenly become clear.
This is a study room, decorated in an antique style, with paintings hanging on the walls, and paintings on the table. The paintings are of different sizes, and there are rolled scrolls tied together with strings.
They are all ink paintings, and each painting depicts a horse.
Some paintings show a few horses galloping in the desert north, with countless flying sand flying up. Some paintings show plump grasslands, with a horse standing beside the water plants, lowering its head leisurely and contentedly.
The movements of the horses are different, both moving and still. Even a layman like Fatty can't help but admire the artist's profound skill and lofty intentions.
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