Although strange creatures have appeared in this world for a long time, very little is known about them in the world.
Most people in the world may not even see a strange thing once in their lifetime. Even if they are lucky or unlucky, they will most likely die at the hands of the strange thing.
So even Yin Susu doesn't know much about strange things.
Song Xing looked at the sky-high flames in front of him and narrowed his eyes slightly. Originally, the case of Longmen Escort Bureau's extermination was already complicated and confusing.
Now it seems that the water inside seems to be deeper than the West Lake outside.
Who was the person who set fire to the Longmen Escort Agency? What is the purpose of doing this to cover up?
In the eyes of caring people, it is no secret that strange things kill people. What exactly is this fire trying to destroy?
That painting?
Thinking of the painting, Song Xing turned to look at Yin Susu, "With this fire, there is nothing left in the Longmen Escort Bureau, and the clues to the strange things are broken again. It seems that we have to visit Mr. Zhu Da again."
Yin Susu thought for a while, nodded, and admitted that what Song Xing said made sense.
Now that the clues to the strange thing have been cut off again, if it deliberately hides itself and stops killing people, it will be even harder to find it.
So now the only one who can possibly find it is the mysterious Mr. Zhu Da.
Instructing Bai Guishou to watch the scene here and not let anyone in or out, Yin Susu turned around and rushed towards Feilai Peak.
The second time they went up to Feilai Peak and came to the tiled house where Mr. Zhu Da lived in seclusion. But before he got close, Song Xing noticed something was wrong.
The room was too quiet, there was no sound, which sounded completely abnormal to him.
"Mr. Zhu Da, Mr. Zhu Da!"
Yin Susu shouted a few times, but when she saw no response inside, her expression changed. She ignored etiquette and broke in directly.
But the scene they saw behind the door made several people's expressions change suddenly.
Under the dim light in front of the tile house, there was a deck chair. Mr. Zhu Da, who had just parted from them not long ago, was lying there quietly with a book in his hand, but he was no longer breathing.
Zhang Cuishan rushed forward and stretched out his hand to detect Mr. Zhu Da's breath, but found that the old man's body was already cold.
"how so?"
Song Xing looked at the body of Mr. Zhu Da, pondered for a moment and analyzed: "The fire in the Longmen Escort Bureau attracted our attention. Is the real purpose to get rid of Mr. Zhu Da?"
Yin Susu blamed herself: "So, we brought disaster to Mr. Zhu Da? If we didn't come to him, he wouldn't have been killed."
At this time, Zhang Cuishan, who had inspected the body, raised his head and said, "No fatal wounds could be found, but there seemed to be strong poison in the body. He was poisoned. The murderer should have mixed the poisonous gas into the wind and was inhaled by Mr. Zhu Da. "
Yin Susu was surprised and said: "What a clever poisoning method. Is there such a master in Lin'an City?"
Song Xing said: "Why can't it be done by a strange thing?"
The two of them thought about it again and felt that what Song Xing said made sense. Mr. Zhu Da might have died at the hands of a strange thing.
"It seems that the painting of the Longmen Escort Bureau hides a shady secret. First it was the thirty-seven members of the Longmen Escort Bureau, and then Mr. Zhu Da. Will it be us next?" Song Xing turned his head and stared at the darkness outside. In the dark night, he said softly.
Zhang Cuishan's anger welled up in his heart, "It would be best if you come. I'm still worried about not being able to find that thing."
Ever since he arrived in Lin'an City, he has been hampered everywhere. First, he was framed, and in order to prove his innocence, the clues he found were destroyed one after another. His patience had already reached its limit.
"Since Mr. Zhu Da has been silenced, it means that the origin of that thing may be in this tile house," Song Xing looked at the tile house behind him and ordered, "Let's see if there are any clues in the house."
After entering the house and lighting up the lights, everyone began to look at Mr. Zhu Da's house. There were books everywhere, and the bookshelves covered all four walls.
"What do you think that is?"
Yin Susu suddenly pointed to the corner, her tone slightly raised, obviously surprised.
Everyone looked in the direction she indicated and saw an ancient painting, but this ancient painting had no color at all.
The scroll is hung on the wall, and the exposed half of the picture is like a piece of cloth made of solidified ink stains. It has no color at all and is full of weirdness.
Yin Susu walked over and carefully picked up the colorless painting, "There is... something wrong with this painting."
She lowered her head and slowly unfolded the scroll. When the scroll was unfolded, you could see that the upper part of the entire painting was composed of five different pigments, representing gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. These five behaviors are the basis of yin and yang and the foundation of all things in the world.
Among them, the most conspicuous are the two tones of red and green. Green is the auxiliary color, representing the spirituality of vegetation, while red is the main color, representing sunshine and enthusiasm, representing vitality.
It is in stark contrast to the toneless, dead gray of the lower half of the painting.
"This painting looks like it was drawn casually by Mr. Zhu Da. There's nothing special about it." Chi Xin stared at the painting for a long time, but couldn't see anything.
Yin Susu shook his head, pointed at the painting and said: "Look at the ink here, which is still wet. This painting was clearly made not long ago, maybe even when we just came down the mountain. Mr. Zhu Da should have discovered something, but he didn't tell us. When we leave Finally, he seemed to want to leave clues in the painting. He was probably killed just after completing the painting."
She stared at the painting carefully, trying to find out the secret message Mr. Zhu Da left before his death.
Yin Susu was observing the painting, while Song Xing looked around at the bookshelves. He knew that Mr. Zhu Da was knowledgeable, but he did not expect that there would be so many books in this small tiled house.
These books are arranged very neatly, and even the top of the bookshelf cannot see any dust. It is obvious that the owner has been cleaning them diligently.
Song Xing walked to the nearest bookshelf and found that it was filled with strange books and miscellaneous notes from various dynasties.
He flipped through two miscellaneous books. Most of the contents in the books were anecdotes and anecdotes, but there was no useful content.
At this time, Yin Susu stood up, rolled up the painting in front of her, and said, "Since Mr. Zhu Da said that the strange thing came from the painting, it is estimated that the fire from the Longmen Escort Bureau will not burn the painting so easily. Maybe the painting is still in Lin'an City."
Song Xing nodded in agreement, "There was nothing wrong with the Longmen Escort Bureau before, which means that the painting should have fallen into Du Dajin's hands recently. Du Dajin had contacted someone before, and sent someone to check. There might be clues. "
Yin Susu said: "I will arrange for Bai Guishou to take people to investigate later."
Song Xing also ordered: "Chi Xin, the Haisha Gang has also sent people to investigate. You are familiar with people from all three religions and nine schools in Lin'an City. I'll leave it to you."
After giving the instructions, Song Xing looked around and didn't see Mr. Zhu Da's black sheep. He felt a little strange, but said: "Speaking of which, Mr. Zhu Da said that only battlefields with a large number of deaths will The birth of strange things. It seems that there have been no large-scale killings in Lin'an City in recent years, so why do strange things appear here?"
When the Mongols captured Lin'an, the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty, due to the non-resistance of the Southern Song Dynasty court, the army entered the city smoothly, so they did not massacre the city like they did in the past.
In the following decades, although the Yuan Dynasty exercised harsh rule over Lin'an, it was far from the level where strange things were born.
So Song Xing wondered if the strange things that appeared in Lin'an City had another source?
(End of chapter)
