Chapter 1123

Generally speaking, green represents vitality.

Women prefer green to men who hate green hats.

However, when this layer of green is interpreted by a large group of flies, then it will not be liked by girls and will be disgusted.

While Wang Chen screams, Gao Fei takes her right hand and pulls her into his arms. He turns around lightly and takes two steps to look around.

A lot of flies fly away, is a rotten rabbit, white maggots from its mouth, eyes and rotten stomach, constantly crawling, very disgusting.

"Don't be afraid. It's just a dead rabbit."

Gao Fei lifted his hand to fold off a piece of flower branch and swept the flies flying all over the sky at random. After throwing it away, he led Wang Chen forward quickly: "I'll dig a hole and bury it later."

Wang Chen, with a pale face, raised his hand to cover his mouth. After a while, he forced a smile and said, "I'm sorry, it's me who makes such a fuss I thought there would be a snake in such a deep grass, but I didn't expect it was a dead rabbit. "

In fact, the rotten rabbit is not as comfortable as a living snake.

Gao Fei raised his hand with a smile and caressed her forehead casually.

After Wang Chen was 11 years old, no one, including her parents, was allowed to take care of her. This would make her feel immature, but she enjoyed Gao Fei's action on her. Her heart pounding quickly calmed down.

The carved wooden door in the main hall of the old house is tightly closed. Gao Fei raises his hand to push it, but he stops again and looks down at the threshold.

"What's the matter?"

Wang Chen asked, also looked down, in addition to a few flying flies, but nothing to see.

Gao Fei crouched down, took out the scissors on the key and scraped it on the inside of the threshold. Before Wang Chen could see it clearly, he threw away the sawdust on it. He stood up and said, "it's nothing."

He pushed the wooden door open.

The wooden door opened slowly, and the sun immediately drove away the gloomy inside, leaving only countless dust floating up and down in the sun.

Goofy found some blood on the inside of the threshold.

There is a half meter long eaves in front of the main hall to keep out the rain, so the blood stains on the inside of the threshold were not washed away by the rain.

The bloodstain has long been dark brown. Wang Chen didn't notice it, but Gao Fei did.

Then, Wang Chen also saw that on the green brick floor behind the threshold, there were obvious black blood stains. Even if the water was absorbed by the green bricks, it could still be seen that it was blood.

"Is this blood?"

Wang Chen asked in a low voice.

"Well, it should be."

Gao Fei said, looking down to the left of the threshold. Suddenly, an illusion appeared: an old woman in rags, sitting on the threshold, coughing violently. When she finished coughing, she found that the palm of her hand was full of coughing blood.

The old woman was stunned for a moment, then she threw her hand and looked up at the sky outside, her eyes were blank.

At the beginning, Shangguan Fengling sat on the threshold coughing and bleeding, and didn't tell anyone until he died. Therefore, an GUI Wang didn't know, and Mo Ye Zheng Dong didn't know, so Gaofei naturally didn't know.

But Gao Fei saw this illusion. It was unreasonable. When he focused on the old woman's face, he couldn't see anything.

Bright sunshine, especially in the middle of the day, can always effectively drive away the darkness, whether existing or psychological.

Wang Chen, bathed in the sun, didn't notice that Gao Fei was staring at the threshold, but her attention was on the portrait of a woman on the front wall: "is this the picture you told me about? Your honorary uncle left it to grandma? "

Goofy looked up and said, "well, it should be."

"Who is the woman in the picture?"

"I don't know."

"We are not familiar with Bodhisattvas."

"Maybe she is not a Bodhisattva, but a portrait of a woman."

"But she's standing in the clouds -- the person who painted this painting is good at painting, both in terms of clothes and women's demeanor. Unfortunately, there is no charm in her eyes, that is, there is a lack of soul, which is a bit of a fly in the ointment

Wang Chen, who is somewhat accomplished in painting, commented and walked slowly over. He raised his hand and was about to reach out to the portrait, which fell down from above, just like it was blown down by the wind, and landed on the green brick lightly.

But in the house, there was no wind at all, and the portrait suddenly fell down.

"Well, well, why did it fall?"

Wang Chen was stunned. When he bent down instinctively to pick up the portrait, Gao Fei murmured: "don't move!"

Wang Chen's body became stiff and turned to ask, "what's the matter?"

"Nothing. I'll get it."Goofy shook his head and came to stop her. Then he bent down to pick up the portrait.

Wang Chen's heart warms: the portrait falls down without any reason. Maybe there is something strange that she can't see. Gao Fei is worried that there will be something harmful to her, which stops her.

When Gao Chen pinched the portrait, he found that he was about to touch the powder.

Just now it's still hanging on the wall. I still have a good picture when I fall on the ground without wind. How can I touch it with my finger and turn it into powder?

Is there anything strange about this painting? Or Wang Chen thought of something happened in the Ming Tombs.

In the early days of the people's Republic of China, under the guidance of the government, several Imperial Mausoleums were excavated and dozens of boxes of cultural relics that shocked the world were taken out.

However, many people know that the loss of unauthorized excavation of the imperial mausoleum is far greater than the gain. Because of the immature technology at that time, many precious calligraphy and paintings buried in the ground for hundreds of years were turned into dust at a speed visible to the naked eye after encountering the air.

Oxidation.

Underground imperial mausoleum, has been regarded as a vacuum, those things can be maintained for a long time, once the flow of air, it will deteriorate oxidation.

It is said that when sun dianying, the robber of Dongling, blew up the tomb of Empress Dowager Cixi, he once saw on the incense table in the underground palace the kind of peach with fresh peach leaves, which quickly oxidized into a pile of black powder, just like the current portrait of smashing with a touch of hand.

But those things are in a vacuum, and the chemical reaction of oxidation will take place only after encountering oxygen. But this painting is always in the world. How can it be oxidized in a short time?

Mr. Gao, a semi illiterate, couldn't understand what Wang Chen, a senior intellectual, couldn't understand. After half a day's hesitation, he suddenly opened his mouth and breathed: "Hoo!"

With the tone of Gao Fei, the portrait suddenly turned into a piece of powder, which was drifting and disappeared soon.

"It's a heresy."

Gao Fei gets up and looks at Wang Chen, hoping she can give an explanation.

But Xiao Chen's sister's blank face made him give up the idea of asking for advice.

Gao Fei came to Fang's old house to see if Shangguan Fengling left anything here.

Of course, he wanted to take the picture.

Now the picture was a heap of powder, and there was blood on the threshold and the floor, and there was only some old furniture left in the main hall and the side rooms - nothing else.

Simple walk in a few rooms once, Gao Fei sighed: "go, it's just an old house that no one has lived in for decades."

Wang Chen was staring at the wall where the portrait was hanging, and slightly tilted his chin and asked, "Gao Fei, did you notice that the woman in the picture just now, with her left index finger holding Yu Ruyi, actually pointed to a direction."

"I didn't notice."

Goofy shook his head.

He didn't notice it when he came in.

Wang Chen did not speak. He went to the wall and turned his back against the wall. He took the woman's posture as shown in the portrait: his right hand was hanging over his leg and he made a decision. His left thumb and middle finger made a gesture of holding things, but his index finger pointed to the west wall.

Gao Fei stared at her for a long time, but he didn't see why he came to her: "well, it seems that it's in this position, but what's the matter?"

Wang Chen said, "give me your lighter."

Taking the lighter handed over by Gao Gao Fei, Wang Chen imitates the movements of the portrait woman and explains: "generally speaking, when people hold jade Ruyi, which is considered to be a large object, even if it is not fixed by the most powerful index finger, it is also curled to help the middle finger straighten the object. It is not proper to extend the index finger alone and point in a certain direction. Although there is no charm in the eyes of the portrait, the clothes and even the clouds on the portrait are so delicate. This shows that the painter is a man who pays attention to details. How can he draw this gesture that is against the normal human action? "

Gao Fei looked at the west wall, frowned slightly and said, "do you mean that the painter did this on purpose and implied that there was something on the wall over there by means of the portrait which was against the habit?"

Wang Chen replied, "even if you look for it, it doesn't take much effort, right?"

"Yes."

Gao Fei nodded, walked quickly to the west wall, raised his hand, bent his fingers and knocked on the wall with his knuckles.

"It's better to use bricks and tiles and so on."

Wang Chen said, quickly walked out of the room, and then came in, had taken the quick green brick.

The sound of green brick on the wall is very dull. It's solid.

"No

Wang Chen shook his head: "the height is not right, the portrait is hanging on the wall, and I am standing on the ground."

"Come here."

Gao Fei goes to the front wall, pulls the eight immortals table on one side, stoops to pick up Wang Chen and puts it on the table.

Wang Chen leaned back against the wall and imitated the woman in the portrait again. Holding a lighter, he stretched out his left index finger and pointed to the west wall.Wang Chen is slender, almost as tall as the woman in the portrait. He raises his left hand as high as the woman in the portrait: "you just follow this height and knock it again. Maybe you will find something."

"Well, you are very careful, but I don't think you can find anything."

Gao Fei laughs disapprovingly. He drags a chair to the west wall, stands on it, raises the green brick, and slowly beats it from the corner to the south.

BAM, BAM -- Gaofei knocked nearly two meters to the south along this height, and the sound of the green brick hitting the wall was still as dull as before.

"It seems that this is just a coincidence."

Gao Fei leans forward to the south, and then he will fall off his chair. When he is ready to give up beating, the green brick hits the wall and makes a "Dong" sound.

"Empty!"

Gao Fei and Wang Chen shout together.

When Wang Chen bent down to climb down the table, Gao Fei had already moved his chair and stood up again, beating the wall with green bricks.

Dong, Dong, Dong!

The sound of the wall clearly told them that it was empty.

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