"Brother Bai, do you remember how long the well rope was?" he asked remotely.
Bai Yikao's voice outside the well was a little hesitant: "...Probably, it's about the same length as your whip. It can just reach the water level at that time."
Dongfang Shiming looked down again. After a moment of adjusting to the darkness in the well, he could probably make out the outline of the water, or rather the ice. It is still far away, and it seems that the water level has decreased over the years.
"I understand." Dongfang Shiming shouted, "Brother Bai, keep putting the rope."
Bai Yikao obeyed his request and carefully and slowly put down a large piece. Dongfang Shiming slowly climbed down with the help of his silver fan and fixed his body at a deeper point.
Then, he took a deep breath, gathered great strength, and kicked out the silver fan again. The soft whip seemed to be suddenly tightened by its throat, jumped suddenly, and then quickly tightened.
The ice solidified around the well wall fell down with a "snap". Dongfang Shiming wiped his sweat with his hand, grabbed the fan that flew back, and scraped the remaining moss hard.
However, the situation still left him somewhat disappointed.
"How is it?" Bai Yikao's voice came from outside the well again.
Dongfang Shiming pondered for a moment, calmed down and responded: "...I haven't seen it yet."
His eyes looked around sharply and urgently, eager to find some clue. The cold surrounding him had eroded his clothes, and now he was feeling bone-crushing dampness.
Depth…what does it have to do with anything? Was it the water level that year, or something else...?
However, at his last glance, he suddenly discovered an old ink mark!
He quickly looked down. The depth of the ink mark at his feet was difficult to see clearly in the dark. But he could vaguely see that it was one word.
Bai Yikao's voice came from above his head, and he couldn't hear it clearly for a while. He tried to get closer, but the soft whip was not long enough and he still couldn't see clearly.
Finally making a discovery, he immediately shouted to the outside of the well: "Brother, let go for a while!"
The sound echoed out, and Bai Yikao outside the well was stunned. He looked at the whip behind him and saw that there was not much length left to lower it.
"Did you see that?" he confirmed cautiously.
Down the well was the clear voice of Dongfang Shijing: "I see... just go down a little further!"
Bai Yikao didn't know where he got the courage. In this case, he would listen to Dongfang Shiming and continue playing!
However, if you let go of the entire remaining length, it is only a very small section. Dongfang Shiming tested it for a moment, but it was still just a little short.
"Brother, can you still let me go?"
Bai Yikao gritted his teeth: "It's already stretched straight. But it can still be released!"
As he spoke, he picked up a sharp stone. With one hand, he grasped the soft whip, and with the other hand, he used the sharp tip of the stone to cut off the section tied to the trunk of the tree!
Suddenly, Dongfang Shiming's weight pulled him down. The whip went down the well like a snake, but Bai Yikao pressed down with his body until he reached the edge of the well and stopped steadily!
Dongfang Shiming heard the movement outside in the well, and at the same time felt the tension in his waist relax, and asked Bai Yikao repeatedly.
After a while, he heard Bai Yikao's voice: "It's okay. It's long enough now!"
Dongfang Shiming couldn't help but laugh. He agreed loudly, gritted his teeth, grabbed the silver fan and crawled down.
Finally, when we got here, we could read all the words on the well wall. Dongfang Shiming held his breath and slowly observed the content above.
"Kill in the freezing cold. Why do you want to die? God left me a life, I don't care where it goes."
"The people of China are as big as the world. Tomorrow we are all over the world. If you look at the world from a new perspective, the pen in your hand can produce flowers."
The old handwriting was almost colorless at the end and blended into the well wall. If you don't look carefully, you won't notice these two lines of old poetry at all.
So... who wrote this poem here?
Dongfang Shiming glanced at the bottom of the well again. The cold weather and cold weather are consistent with the current season and the season when the mother was killed. And this person wanted to seek death again, and finally mentioned "changing his face". Could it be that it was really related to the mystery of the year?
Thinking of this, his nerves suddenly trembled. If the reasoning is indeed correct, then it means that the person involved back then, maybe even the real murderer, is now a painter?
Then...will it be involved in the Qiu curtain painting feast?
The veins behind his back gradually unfolded, and he felt dizzy. No matter what, at least a new discovery has been made, and now we just have to wait and see.
"Brother, it's okay!"
Bai Yikao was exhausted outside the well. Hearing Dongfang Shiming say this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He struggled to push past the big rock and pressed the broken end of the soft whip. Immediately, he half-knelt on the ground, tightly grasped the whip, and began to pull it upward: "Then I started to pull it back!"
Dongfang Shiming used the effect of the silver fan and carefully climbed back up along the gap he had just inserted.
Bai Yikao was covered in sweat, but he didn't dare to slack off. After a lot of effort, half of the whip has been pulled back. If you try harder, you can have a good rest.
The brightness in Dongfang Shiming's eyes gradually returned, and the darkness receded from him.
The wellhead is close at hand. However, at the last moment, the soft whip between the two made a crisp "snap" sound!
Dongfang Shiming paused and looked up. He was shocked to see that the soft whip was rubbing against the edge of the well wall, and was about to break. At this moment, the fibers of the soft whip are breaking rapidly, and he must stabilize his body as soon as possible!
However, the whip broke faster than he expected. Just when he was about to insert the silver fan into the gap, he suddenly felt weightless, the soft whip broke into two pieces, and his eyes were instantly enveloped in darkness!
Not good... Dongfang Shiming screamed in his heart.
Bai Yikao was shocked and lay down by the well. Dongfang Shiming's falling body could be seen in outline.
Just when the crisis was about to begin, suddenly, a brand-new long whip snake rushed into the well like a letter!
Dongfang Shiming felt that his chest and abdomen were suddenly tightened. Then there was a strong pulling force that squeezed into his chest, almost making him breathless.
But...his fall seemed to have stopped.
"Shi Ming!"
With a familiar shout, Dongfang Shiming hung in the air and laughed.
It's Artemisia, she's here.
A few moments.
After a while of effort, the three of them squatted around the well, breathing heavily.
"Little sister, huh...how did you find me here?" Bai Yikao, who had relaxed, breathed in the cold mountain air and turned to look at his little sister.
Bai Hao had a look of blame on her face and stared at her brother with a lowered brow: "I didn't see you at home. I heard from those who saw you that you came to the back mountain. Huh...Brother, why did you let Shi Ming jump? , it must be very cold, and also very dangerous!”
