Chapter 298 Deserted Village

"Hey! Why did you get this painting back again? Didn't I remember that I left it there last time when I moved?" Qi Hui said with some surprise.

"I worked so hard to carry this painting back from Mei Luo City. I won't just throw it away," he said.

"You are also amazing. I really want to know how you got it. It has been in someone else's house for so long." She still couldn't believe it.

"Stealing." He said casually.

She knew very well that he had just left for a short while,

"Take it back and find a place to put it yourself."

She was a little too lazy to pay attention to him, and continued to mop, mop, and sweep around the house with a broom and mop. "Everything outside was shiny because of my mopping."

Her voice came from the balcony.

This painting depicts a young girl standing by the Qingshui River. She has a slim pink body and is holding a few balloons in her right hand.

Her eyes were facing the setting sun reflected on the sparkling river,

Not far away, five clumps of reeds on the left sway their branches toward the river in the breeze.

The problem lies in those five reed leaves,

Shen Jie clearly remembered that she went to Chengdu on a business trip some time ago.

He didn't dare to turn off the lights and sleep alone at night. This painting was always hung on the wall in front of his bed.

When he squinted his eyes in a daze at night, he noticed that the reed leaves in this painting seemed to be moving softly.

He opened his eyes and watched for more than ten minutes, and the phenomenon continued.

You must know that it was two or three o'clock in the morning. This was such a terrifying thing.

He once wondered if this painting was a magic weapon that Qihui left in his dream and used it to perform dreams.

He was in this state several nights later. He was really afraid that the painting would be detrimental to him.

When he moved last time, Qihui was too heavy, so he didn't dare to ask for it anymore, so he just threw it away and maybe it was over.

It is impossible for Shen Jie to go to work now. He quit his job three months ago.

Speaking of which, the process of doing scientific research in modern science is the same as practicing martial arts. It lies in discovering the laws of the operation of objects from the subtleties, so as to master and apply them.

Of course, the differences are also obvious. Every scientific discovery basically relies on external objects.

Martial arts lies in changing oneself,

Which one is more personally positive is obvious.

Shen Jie is in this state. Although this dream world is somewhat different from the reality where he lives, the general outline is still designed according to his consciousness.

During a trip a long time ago, he discovered that there was a large area of ​​wilderness in the far suburbs of Songjiang River.

Xiajiabang is located on the east side of the newly developed suburb of Midu.

Because of its remoteness, when Shen Jie and Ye Fei came over to play, there was basically no one around here.

This morning, he got off the subway from Songjiangnan Station and walked through an underground passage that existed many years ago.

If it weren't for the map navigation, it would be hard for him to believe that there would be such a road that could cross the railroad tracks and lead directly behind the train station.

In broad daylight, there was no one around anymore.

After passing under this rusty viaduct, he had already imagined a large plowed black soil field without any crops.

During this period, he came here almost every day. It was the most remote area that he knew without cameras and at the same time. He still remembered what Ye Fei said at the time: "I have never seen such a big place in Shanghai. In rural areas where there are no people yet, I think there will be a lot of pyramid schemes in places like this!"

Then there are the houses that are sandwiched between two large areas. The windows and everything have been removed, leaving them empty shells and covered with weeds.

The cold air blows on the face, which can easily make people feel miserable.

To reach Xiajiabang, you need to reach a house and take a diagonal path, then turn to the left in the direction of Midu countryside. There are seven or eight small curves in the past, about five miles. Then there will be no one left.

Shen Jie looked around. On both sides were electric wire pillars from the 1980s and 1990s. Thin branches and wires were scattered all over the sky, giving it a clear outline.

This three- to four-meter cement road is dotted with redwood trees with fallen leaves.

Because a long road extends too far, the light in the center of the two rows of trees at the far end seems to have merged into a thin line.

He walked on this long road covered with a thin layer of red wadding, and then turned several inverted L-shaped straight turns.

On the trail closest to the countryside of Midu, separated by a small ditch covered with dense weeds and a large forest of reeds and thorns more than thirty meters away, there is clearly a row of more than a dozen households. In front of the three-story building,

Same without windows,

Standing here, he could see the dark holes inside those buildings with the windows peeled off on the second floor.

This is the place where Ye Fei said it is easiest to hide and sell.