Immersive ghost hunting

"Are you sure the surname is Qu?" Ye Silong clenched his fists and knocked on the table unconsciously.

Qu Yibai was also a little surprised, the same surname, but it happened to be a throat...

When I came to the hometown of overseas Chinese, I met Ye Silong, the emissary behind him, Goudan's call for help, the crow's silk scarf, the memory of the previous life, both Ye Silong and Zhou Suqiu were in different states, only he...

He had a bold guess in his mind.

"I've seen that word, it's Qu or Zhai, it's about the same anyway." The bearded man replied.

Ye Silong was startled: "It's a lot worse."

Qu Yibai pondered for a while before opening his mouth: "Can you tell us about this incident back then?"

The bearded man was a little surprised, "What does this matter have to do with my current situation? Why did you come here?"

It was originally for the painter, but it seems to be more than that now.

"There may be any reason, you tell us, the more the better." Ye Silong said.

The bearded man nodded, "But I was not born at that time, and I heard it from my father. It is only said that the son of a diplomat returned from studying abroad, and he was in the limelight for a while, but the family was very low-key, so Qu After the son came back from studying abroad, he worked with his father in obscurity for a period of time. After the gust of wind passed, he began to emerge. The son of their family is a smart child. His parents paved the way for him early on, and he has a bright future. Infinite."

"Study abroad?" Qu Yibo asked.

"I heard that's the case." The bearded man said.

"Where was this Mr. Qu killed?" Ye Silong took a sip of tea to hide his inner panic.

"This, it seems to be killed at some kind of birthday party." The bearded man tried to recall, "It seems to be his fiancée's birthday or something, I don't really remember."

The eyes of Ye Silong and Qu Yibai collided in the air.

fiancée.

"Think about it again, fiancee?" Ye Silong's tone was a little oppressive.

The bearded man looked worried.

Seeing that no one came out to smooth things over, the bearded man said again: "I'll go back and look for the newspaper, maybe there will be an answer. I found it for Hua Dan at the time. I don't know if I still have it."

"Okay, where is it, let's look for it together." Ye Silong said.

"Eh..." The bearded man was really speechless, is this man still polite?How can someone come to the door and only talk for more than an hour, and they will take the initiative to follow them back to the old house?

Qu Yibai finally returned to the main thread tonight, "What's Hua Dan's name?"

The bearded man said sharply, "It's called Chen Sisi."

what? !

Ye Silong looked at Qu Yibai, "Is that Chen Sisi from Fu Lu Shou? So the dandy that senior brother said is this young master of the Zhang family?"

"So Chen Sisi, whom he has been looking for, has also become an undead. They have never met, whether it is between Yin and Yang or between Yin and Yin." Qu Yibo said.

"Why did your education level suddenly drop?" Ye Silong said.

"Cooperate with you." Qu Yibai slightly rolled his eyes.

"Get lost." Ye Silong gritted his teeth.

The hometown of overseas Chinese where the painter, Chen Sisi, and the theater troupe arrived, what exactly does Pan Zhuohua want?

"Did Chen Sisi tell you why he hid in your umbrella? There are so many umbrella shops in the city, why is it yours?"

The bearded man shook his head, "They said they were looking for an old friend, but I don't believe it."

old friend?Looking at it this way, the painter's previous life was a playboy, the young master of the Zhang family, and he didn't run away.

Seeing that it was almost done, Ye Silong gave Qu Yibai a wink, and after Qu Yibai received it, the two of them were ready to leave.

The bearded man stopped them, "Are you leaving now?"

"Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, you are waiting for us here, and we will go to your old house to look for newspapers." Ye Silong said.

Qu Yibai stepped towards the threshold, looked sideways at the bearded man behind him, and said without any fluctuation in his tone, "Well, what happened to Mr. Qu's fiancée?"

"Qu Yibai." Ye Silong called him softly.

The bearded man didn't make a sound, and when they walked out of the door, he said in a low voice: "It seems that he went to the north later and disappeared."

The backs of the two paused, and then Ye Silong turned his head, with a forced smile, "Thank you, see you tomorrow."

"Okay." The bearded man nodded.

"Ye—" Qu Yibai was about to speak, but was interrupted by Ye Silong.

"Don't talk yet, don't draw conclusions yet, let's put this matter aside for now, the primary purpose now is to go to the painter's house and find those covered words, there must be something in it."

Ye Silong knew very clearly that he was escaping, and the answer in his heart became more and more accurate.

His mind is in a mess right now, and he needs to escape reality for a while.

Qu Yibai looked sad, put his hands in his pockets, and said lightly: "Okay."

It's only been more than a month since I met Ye Silong, but the two of them seem to have experienced many things that others can't experience in their lifetime, Qu Yibai is a little bit reluctant.

"Let's go." Qu Yibai took out his hand from his pocket, and took Ye Silong's hand.

Ye Silong didn't struggle, and let him lead him to the direction of the painter's house.

"You haven't eaten yet." Ye Silong said blankly.

"It's okay, I'm not hungry."

I don't know if the truth of a series of weird events gradually surfaced, giving people the illusion of being suspicious and overthinking. Qu Yibai suddenly remembered that he would never be hungry or full?

"Really?" Ye Silong asked.

"Emm, try to go back to eat five bowls of rice tonight." Qu Yibai replied.

Ye Silong: "..."

The painter's house is at the end of the alley.

"Why do they all live at the end? Is it suitable for ghost novels?" Ye Silong muttered as he walked.

"It may also be because you want to hide it."

"Sure enough, doing art is weird." Ye Silong looked at the closed door. They didn't have JTT's wall-penetrating skills, so they had to climb the window again.

It is highly similar to the scene of climbing Mrs. Zhang's house for the first time, but the mood of people is very different.

Now Qu Yibai supported Ye Silong's waist and legs and pushed him in, even though he still looked like a penguin.

This is a small loft with a building height of six meters. It has a clear view, is empty and high, and echoes when spoken.

The wall is made of rough bricks, with some irregular shelves nailed to it, and a pickle-like dress is hung on it. The floor is made of cement, and wires and pipes can be seen everywhere. On the table is an old green Teapots, and some kitchen utensils with rusty bottoms, are messy with a touch of neatness.

Fortunately, there is no garbage everywhere.

But there are a few red oiled paper umbrellas placed in the corner.

"Handmade." Qu Yibai went to pick up the oil-paper umbrella, half-opened it to look at the umbrella ribs inside, "If one is worn out, one can be used again."

"From this point of view, the painter seems to like Chen Sisi quite a bit. Do you think he will know about his past life?" Ye Silong said interestingly.

"Maybe I will mention something, otherwise a female ghost will appear out of nowhere, and no one will want to stay with me." Qu Yibai put away the umbrella and put it back by the wall.

"This painter has some taste." Ye Silong looked around, but he didn't flip through the painter's things casually, but went directly to the locked door.

"Just knock it open." Qu Yibai stood behind Ye Silong.

"It's outrageous, I want to go together." Without saying a word, Ye Silong melted a stick and knocked off the small lock.

At the same time as the door opened, a gust of wind blew up, and the two shuddered in the wind.

"It's too cloudy." Ye Silong frowned and walked in.

"By the way, does Huadan have a real body?" Qu Yibai asked.

"A high rank should be able to transform into a real body." Some unhealthy images suddenly appeared in Ye Silong's mind, "What do you want to ask? Dirty!"

Qu Yibai: "???"

He asked Ye Silong back: "What are you thinking about?"

Ye Silong shouted angrily, trying to cover up: "Get lost."

Innocent Qu Yibai.

He passed Ye Silong and walked in.

The room is neither big nor small, and there are many wooden easels everywhere, all of which are covered with a layer of gauze.

Ye Silong, a dead pig, was not afraid of boiling water, and walked over neatly, like an old man taking a walk, and took off the passing veils one by one.

"This painter is still an idiot." Ye Silong said, the paintings on the easel are all Chen Sisi, similar to the picture scroll on the brother's bedside, but the artist's level is really good, every movement of Chen Sisi is vivid and affectionate There are those who are sleeping on the table, and those who are holding umbrellas in full frame. With just a few light strokes, Chen Sisi almost walked out of the painting.

There are the last few pictures, Ye Silong lifted one of the veils and immediately put him down.

Then he turned around and looked at Qu Yibai with a red face, "Don't look at this."

Damn, it's like a living erotic palace!

Will there be a needle's eye when I go back? I'm so afraid!

Qu Yibo probably guessed, "What's the matter, how old are you?"

"You, you shameless thing." Ye Silong pointed at Qu Yibai and said angrily.

"I'll show you how shameless I am later." Qu Yibai's mouth twitched.

There are still many real people he has met while studying abroad.

Qu Yibai strode forward and opened the remaining few paintings.

When the last painting was opened, he paused. The person in the painting was a man. With just one glance, he could confirm that it was the same person as the one he saw in Pan Zhuohua's ghost.

what year.

This man's name is He Nian.

Why did the artist draw the appearance of this man?Isn't this man Pan Zhuohua's lover?

What does it have to do with painters?

"The painter has seen him?" Ye Silong said to himself, "Pan Zhuohua took a fancy to this person after his death?"

"It's hard to make a conclusion, but we need to know who this person was, when he died, and when he met Pan Zhuohua." Qu Yibai touched the figure on the paper, "Also, it is also possible that Hua Dan made the painting. "

"Why? Is it true that the enemy of an enemy is a friend?"

Qu Yibai said firmly: "What we need to do now is to know when Pan Zhuohua died, and when this man died. I have an intuition that as long as we find out the age, everything will be revealed."