The moment she touched the "letter", Ning Qiushui felt an extremely familiar feeling.
That touch...is leather.
And it's human skin.
Even the warmth of human skin still remains on the surface of the envelope.
When this thought crossed Ning Qiushui's mind, he was slightly shocked.
Quickly closing the door, Ning Qiushui returned to the room and closed the curtains. The light in the room suddenly dimmed.
He turned on the light and sat on the sofa.
The fingers holding the letter trembled unconsciously.
Opening the letter, the smell of blood came out.
Ning Qiushui raised her eyebrows slightly and opened the paper in the letter.
Looking at the content on the paper, Ning Qiushui was stunned.
That's... a painting.
A very strange painting.
In the painting, a rusty giant spreads his arms, extending in both directions like a road.
There are two identical people on the arms, one is running to the left and the other is running to the right. The distance between them and the human body is exactly the same.
And at the end of the arm that looked like a road, the giant's palm was tightly clenched, as if there was something hidden inside.
Because the two figures were drawn too sloppily, Ning Qiushui couldn't see clearly who the figures were.
Or...it doesn't matter who it is.
Seeing this painting, Ning Qiushui immediately thought of the painting "Red Bean".
There are similarities between the two, and they both look very abstract.
"The material of this letter is different from the previous letter, and the prompt above does not seem to be about the copy prompt in the Blood Gate..."
Ning Qiushui frowned.
His instinct told him that this letter was very important, more important than all the previous letters.
After Ning Qiushui finished reading it, he immediately picked it up.
He did not take pictures of the contents of the letter to "Mole" and asked him to help investigate.
The previous encounter at Longhu Mountain made Ning Qiushui realize that everyone related to this letter would become very dangerous.
Ning Qiushui didn't want "Mole" to have an accident because of her own affairs.
However, he still took a photo of the contents of the letter and planned to investigate it himself afterwards.
"The fake blind guy last time seemed pretty good. If I could show him this painting, maybe he could give me some answers."
Thinking of this, Ning Qiushui asked "Mole" about the location of the fake blind man before, and the latter quickly reluctantly told Ning Qiushui some useful information.
"...This thing sounds very mysterious. Since I have to process information for a long time, my memory is actually very good. After I notice someone, it is difficult to forget what they look like. But that fake blind man... I really can't remember it. Very clear."
"I just remember... he seemed very thin."
"You should try your luck at the foot of Longhu Mountain."
"It's in that ancient town, in the small park."
When Ning Qiushui saw this, he printed out the painting, bought some paper and pens, and went to the small town at the foot of Longhu Mountain early the next morning. He sat in the only park in the town and pretended to draw.
Without the packaging of the "letter", no one would know that this painting contains important secrets.
Ning Qiushui stayed in the park for a long time, and also painted several more abstract paintings to cover up, but he did not meet the so-called fake blind man until noon.
Just when Ning Qiushui was about to get up and leave, a slightly older voice suddenly appeared from the side:
"This little brother, did you draw these paintings?"
Ning Qiushui turned around and felt something in her heart.
He's an old fortune teller.
Sunglasses, retro long clothes, that face is very ordinary.
It's so ordinary that people can't even remember it.
Isn't this the fake blind man in the mouth of "Mole"?
"One is not."
Ning Qiushui replied.
The fake blind man touched the beard on his chin and said with a smile:
"Little brother, do you mind showing it to me?"
Ning Qiushui did not refuse and handed the paintings in his hand to the fake blind man in front of him.
The latter glanced at it and picked out the painting in the "letter" at once.
"Little brother, you didn't paint this painting, did you?"
Ning Qiushui smiled and said:
"Yes."
"The old gentleman is so powerful. You can tell it at a glance. You might as well do the math. Who painted this?"
He laid a trap, but the blind man didn't fall for it at all, and tsked:
"Little brother is not kind..."
"There are three things in fortune-telling. The first is that you cannot tell the fortune of the dead. This painting is contaminated with both "death" and "heaven". It is obviously made by the hands of a dead man, and he is also a very powerful dead man. I don't know whether to live or die to tell it. One hexagram, maybe something will happen tonight."
Ning Qiushui's heart moved slightly.
It seems that this fake blind man really has some abilities.
"I was offended...but I don't understand something, and I hope senior can help me clear it up."
The fake blind man waved his hand.
"Hey, you can't be called a senior. What do you want to ask me?"
Ning Qiushui pointed at the painting.
"I still want to ask about this painting. I'm not very talented and can't understand it. Sir, why don't you help me interpret it?"
The fake blind man stared at the painting in Ning Qiu's sailor, looking at it carefully and again, with an indescribably solemn expression.
"Little brother, are you sure you want to interpret the painting?"
Ning Qiushui nodded.
"Sure."
The fake blind man stopped talking. He opened his mouth and hesitated for a long time, as if he was seriously thinking about what to say and what not to say.
The secrets involved in this painting are too great.
It has reached the level of "Heavenly Secret".
If he lies and says something he shouldn't say, even if it's just one word, he will only be afraid of harming himself afterwards!
Finally, after some consideration, the fake blind man slowly said:
"Human beings live, rust is death. Arms are the scale of life and death. They are actually the same person from left to right."
"There are two interpretations of this painting."
"First, life and death are determined by fate, and the rules cannot be changed. No matter how people run on this scale, it will not affect the outcome in the end."
Ning Qiushui's eyes flickered when he heard this and asked:
"Excuse me, old gentleman, what is the second explanation?"
The fake blind man touched his chin and slowly said a sentence that made Ning Qiushui's heartbeat suddenly stop:
"...If someone can outrun me on this scale, then he can break the balance of life and death!"
