Isn’t it well known that my grandfather was deceived from the beginning? After all, Mr. Wang had already analyzed that he was being used as a pawn.
But Mr. Wang's analysis just now is well-founded and has no loopholes at all. Why do you think that his analysis is all wrong just because the moon is moving to the west?
Not only did I have such doubts, Mr. Wang sitting on the other side was also confused. After he glanced at me, he stared at Wu Tinghan with a puzzled expression, hoping that she could give a reasonable explanation.
Wu Tinghan's legs were probably still numb from standing motionless for too long, so she didn't get up, but looked at me and said, go inside and take out your spiritual tablet.
I was stunned for a moment, wondering how she knew there was my tomb in the main room, when I heard Wu Tinghan say that although I was being weighed by Yize, I could hear the movements outside.
Only then did I realize that Wu Tinghan had heard every word of the previous conversation between Mr. Wang and I.
In fact, this is easy to understand. After all, Wu Tinghan said that Mr. Wang's analysis was wrong after waking up. If she hadn't heard it before, how could she have said such a sentence out of nowhere.
But what I didn't expect was that how could she be sure that Mr. Wang had not disposed of the paper man and the tablet, even though she could not see it before?
Confused, I still followed Wu Tinghan's wishes and immediately went into the main room to find the coffin.
The woman with scars on her neck and left leg was still lying on the ground, looking particularly strange in the dark corner of the main room. I suppressed my fear, stretched out my hand like lighting a firecracker, grabbed the tablet suddenly, turned around and ran away.
In just a few steps, I felt like I was running at the speed of life and death.
After leaving the main room, I handed my spiritual tablet to Wu Tinghan and asked her, what do you want this thing for?
Wu Tinghan did not answer, but pointed to the large water tank next to the grave pit in the yard and said, hold this thing and stand opposite the tank.
I still didn’t understand what Wu Tinghan meant, so I followed her request, holding my spiritual tablet in both hands, and stood opposite the water tank, with my back to the courtyard gate and my face to them.
After I stood up, I looked up at Wu Tinghan and asked her what to do next.
I don’t know if the lighting is bad, but Wu Tinghan ignored me and said to Mr. Wang, if your analysis is wrong, you will know if you go over and take a look.
Upon hearing Wu Tinghan's words, Mr. Wang immediately stood up and walked over, while I stared at my reflection in the water tank with a confused look on my face.
Since Mr. Wang can see it, it means that the clues are already on the surface, but why don't I see any clues at all?
Isn't it just an ordinary reflection? There is nothing different about it. My nose, my eyes, even my eyebrows, and my name on the spiritual tablet are all clearly visible. There is nothing unusual at all.
However, just as I was doubting, Mr. Wang came over. He was standing on the opposite side of the grave pit, which was on my left side. When he stood still, I looked at his reflection in the water tank, and I felt like I was being ironed. It felt like a hammer had hit his chest, and his breathing stopped instantly.
Under the bright moonlight, I could clearly see all the features on my face, but Mr. Wang's shadow was just a black shadow in the water tank, not to mention his eyes and nose, even whether he was a man or a woman. It’s hard to tell the difference!
I suddenly realized that only in broad daylight, when looking at the reflection in the water, can one clearly see the facial features and outline of the reflection. At night, no matter how bright the moon is, it is impossible to clearly see all the facial features of a person. Chu's reflection came out.
As for the words on the spiritual tablet, that is even more impossible!
Thinking of this, I always understood why Wu Tinghan had to add "the bright moon moves westward" before saying that Mr. Wang's analysis was wrong, because in the middle of the night, the moon had already set in the west, and the moonlight was shining from behind the nine people. of!
In other words, their shadows will block the grave pit, let alone a clear reflection, even a dark reflection should not be produced!
But Mr. Wang and I clearly saw everyone’s reflection in the grave, and even clearly saw my name written on the memorial tablets in their hands. Isn’t this contradictory?
No wonder Wu Tinghan didn't see anything. Just listening to Mr. Wang's analysis, he knew that he was wrong. It turned out that the flaw was here!
The reason why Mr. Wang and I didn't notice this was because we were completely deceived by our daily life experiences. We thought it was normal for people to be reflected in the water, but we never expected that this was so late at night. !
I raised my head and glanced at Mr. Wang, and found that the expression on his face was constantly changing. Finally, he smiled bitterly, and said with frustration and helplessness, "What a bright moon moving westward, you Wu Jiaha are really good at it." He hunched his back and sat down on the steps again.
This time he did not sit on a chair, but sat directly on the edge of the steps, forming a clear hierarchy with Wu Tinghan sitting on the threshold.
I didn't understand the meaning of Mr. Wang's words, so I could only look at Wu Tinghan in confusion.
Wu Tinghan kicked his legs, then stood up, walked towards me, then stood where Mr. Wang had stood before, turned his head and asked me, haven't you figured it out yet?
I looked at her reflection in the water tank, which was also dark and couldn't distinguish anything. Then I raised my head, shook my head at her, and told her that I didn't understand it at all.
Wu Tinghan did not rush to explain, but snatched my spiritual tablet from my hand, held it in his hand, and told me, look into the water again.
I lowered my head to look, and my eyes almost popped out!
I saw that my originally clear reflection in the water instantly became dark and blurry, while Wu Tinghan's originally blurry reflection gradually revealed his facial features, and his delicate face was almost indistinguishable from his own!
This time I was even more confused. First I looked at Wu Tinghan, then at the spiritual tablet in her hand, and asked her, why is this spiritual tablet... why is it like this?
My mind is very confused now and I don’t know how to organize the language. I only know that the problem must be with this spiritual tablet. Otherwise, it would be impossible to have a clear reflection of the facial features by holding the spiritual tablet. If you don't hold it, it will be a black mass.
But why is this happening, I have no clue.
Wu Tinghan said that because your grandfather wanted to hide the truth, he could only use this method.
Let me tell you, since my grandfather wants to hide the truth, then Mr. Wang’s analysis is correct. Why do you say he is wrong?
Wu Tinghan shook his head and said, because this concealed situation is only similar in appearance, but does not capture the essence. To put it simply, it is completely untrue.
So I went through the process and logic of Mr. Wang's previous analysis again, and then I found that there were no flaws in the links!
Even if this spiritual position can clearly reveal a person's facial features and its own handwriting, it will only make me 'die' nine more times. It will only further encourage people to hide the truth. How could it not be true?
Wu Tinghan was not persuaded by me, but asked me instead, do you know why this spiritual position can make people's facial features clearly reflected in the water at night?
I immediately connected the strange things I had experienced before, and then discovered that the only thing that could clearly reflect people at night was the barber's mirror world.
Then it dawned on me, and I told Wu Tinghan, I know, the water in the nine graves is actually not water, but the barber's mirror, right? It's just that we saw the reflection, so we thought there was water in the grave pit, but in fact there was not. It was just a mirror from the beginning.
And this can also explain why there is no water when I go to see it during the day, but there is water at night.
But Wu Tinghan pointed to the water jar in front of him and asked, could it be that the water in it is also fake and is also the barber's mirror?
In one sentence, all the explanations I thought were reasonable collapsed.
But if it’s not the barber’s method, which craftsman’s method can perfectly replicate a person one to one?
The carpenter's method is to carve a wooden figure, but no matter how realistic it is, you can tell at a glance that it is a wooden figure. Paper figures are even less likely. The facial features are incomparable to wooden figures, unless they are painters like Wu Tinghan who paint them one stroke at a time...
Thinking of this, I suddenly opened my eyes wide and looked at Wu Tinghan beside me, my eyes filled with disbelief——How could I forget their painter? !
When it comes to replicating a person perfectly one to one, aren't their painters the best?
With a brush in hand, you can paint skin, bones and soul. Is there any more perfect technique than this?
I looked at Mr. Wang who was sitting on the steps, and finally understood why he just said, "You Wu Jiaha are really good at it." It turned out that at that time, he already knew that this was the painter's method.
I asked Wu Tinghan, is there anyone in this village who can paint skin, bones and soul like you?
Wu Tinghan shook his head and said, Chen Siqing, you may not believe it, but from the beginning, except for your grandfather, there was no craftsman in your village.
Of course I don't believe this. If there are no other craftsmen, whose chess piece is my grandfather? Who was Chen Guzi tempted to commit suicide? And how can I explain the strange things I encountered?
The mirror world that Mr. Wang and I encountered; the double-sided mirror that all three of us encountered at Chen Guzi’s house shows that there must be a barber hiding in the dark in the village. Otherwise, could all this be ours? Isn't the illusion coming true?
Besides, to say the least, I can’t guarantee that for others, but the old carpenter hiding in the dark and manipulating my grandfather and Chen Guzi must exist!
Wu Tinghan shook his head and said, since they have always existed, why haven't we seen their faces from the beginning to now?
I was stunned for a moment, and then I retorted to her, saying that Mr. Wang had said before that none of them wanted to be just a standout. Besides, it's not like I haven't seen him before. Mr. Wang broke the leg of one of them and almost caught him.
Wu Tinghan said, after all, we still haven’t seen it, right?
Although I didn't want to admit it, I nodded helplessly and said that it was my fault. If I hadn't been tricked, Mr. Wang would definitely have caught that guy.
Wu Tinghan did not dwell on this matter, but told me, have you ever thought about another question? Since the shadows reflected in the nine grave pits are the painter's techniques, why is the painting soaked in water? fade?
I was stunned when asked, and then said that maybe the painting was wrapped in plastic.
Wu Tinghan said that he could draw the picture of the Eight Immortals carrying the coffin in advance and wrap it in plastic. Could it be that he could draw my picture in advance and wrap it? Even if you knew I would go up the mountain and painted my painting in advance, the painting you and Wang Minghua just made, reflected in the water, was also painted in advance?
I said that Mr. Wang and I have been in the village for so many days, and we have plenty of time to paint our paintings.
Then without saying a word, Wu Tinghan reached over, grabbed my clothes, and tore them to the side with all his strength. He immediately tore a hole in my clothes. Then he put the spiritual tablet into my hand and pointed at the water tank. , tell, what now? Does the other person have time to draw your picture?
I looked at my reflection in the water tank. The torn holes in my clothes were exactly the same as the clothes on my body. Not only were they clearly visible, but there were no signs of being soaked open at all!
Wu Tinghan tore it apart casually. Even the best painter would not be able to draw my portrait in such a short time, let alone wrap it in plastic.
I looked at Wu Tinghan in great shock and asked, why is there such a clear reflection? Isn't this reflection the artist's technique?
But if not, is there any other way to create a clear reflection even at night?
Wu Tinghan said that the reflection must be the painter's technique. As for why the color was not faded by water, the reason is very simple - what if the water in the grave pit and the water tank was also painted on?
Before I could digest this sentence, Wu Tinghan said again, do you still remember to hang the painting in front of the scene?
