Network New Liao Zhai

Chapter 1006
Zhu Yan: "If you're afraid, don't go, stay with A Miao, I'll go alone."

Guo Qiqi straightened her chest: "Who is afraid? Is there nothing that Guo Qiqi is afraid of?"

Zhu Yan smiled and said, "Yes, the people and things that scare us Qiqi haven't happened yet."

Zhu Yan took the flashlight and went downstairs with Guo Qiqi.

There are many rooms downstairs, and the three old people were locked in three rooms, which were next to Demin.

There is also a talisman on the door.

Zhu Yan first went outside the three rooms to listen, but there was no movement.

Then came to the door of Demin's room.Demin's room is at the back of the second floor.

The door was left open because the door was broken and hadn't been repaired.

Zhu Yan turned on the flashlight and observed the situation in the room.

Guo Qiqi followed behind her.

Guo Qiqi: "Wow. I didn't take a closer look before, but now I realize that the layout of this room can be considered very luxurious. You are indeed the boss."

That's right, compared to the upstairs room, Demin's room is much more luxurious, unlike the other rooms with the kind of wooden couches, it's not a problem to sleep several people.

The room was neat and tidy. It seemed that after Demin passed away, someone tidied up the room.

There is a carpet on the floor, and it is silent to walk on.

Against the wall is a wooden bed with a mosquito net hanging on it.

It's the kind of mosquito net embroidered with flowers, the color has dimmed with age.

There is a large wardrobe next to the bed, the kind with a full-length mirror.

I opened the closet and looked at it. There was nothing on the upper two floors except clothes and quilts.

There are two drawers below, which are locked.

Guo Qiqi: "It must be the valuables of Mrs. Demin. There must be a lot of old antiques in such a big village, right?"

In addition to tables and chairs, there is even a sofa in the room.

On the low cabinet next to the sofa is a statue of Jesus, which is carved from wood.

It seems that the people in the village are deeply influenced by the priest, and even Demin has become a believer.

Guo Qiqi sat on the sofa and flicked it and said: "High-end goods. This wardrobe and sofa were very fashionable at the time, and such fashionable furniture can be seen in this ancient village in the deep mountains. It must take a lot of effort to bring it up. You are worthy of being the owner of the inn."

Zhu Yan: "Can't people hire someone to do it? There are a lot of wood on the mountain, as long as you need to consign the materials you need, why bother to move the wardrobe and sofa up."

Guo Qiqi: "That's right, why didn't I think of it? Hehe, Zhu Zhu, I heard that golden nanmu is produced in Myanmar. I wonder if these furniture are made of golden nanmu?"

"I don't know about this, why don't you ask Professor Qu?"

Guo Qiqi: "Forget it, forget it, don't bother the old man with these trivial things."

Zhu Yan: "You also know that this is a trivial matter.

Let's get down to business then. "

Zhu Yan checked the ground, tables and chairs carefully with a flashlight, and even lifted the mosquito net to look carefully at the bed, but found nothing.

Guo Qiqi: "I didn't find anything. This house is no longer what it was when it happened."

Zhu Yan: "Qiqi, you go and watch outside, I will stay inside alone for a while."

Guo Qiqi: "Zhu Zhu, can you do it, after all, there was a dead person lying on that bed."

Zhu Yan handed her the flashlight: "It's okay, it's okay. You go out quickly. Let me be quiet."

Guo Qiqi had no choice but to go outside the door, pull the door over and gently close it.

It was dark in the room, only a little light came through the cracks in the windows.

That is the light of the moon.

Oh, I don't know when the moon will come out.

The professor said that tonight is the night of the full moon, and he was right.

Zhu Yan lay quietly on the bed,

She wants to give it a try and see if she can sense something useful.

Zhu Yan told herself to concentrate and think of Grandma Demin in her mind.No, imagine yourself as Granny Demin, and slowly close your eyes.

Although I have never met Demin, this is the place she has been to for a long time, and it is also the place where she died, and it is the place where she left her last memory, especially this bed, where there are her last traces, it is impossible to sense less than.

However, the fact is that, Zhu Yan's mind is only what she saw just now, and it is impossible to go back to the night when the accident happened.

Zhu Yan tried again, but it still didn't work.

Could it be that there is really nothing you can do, that you are in a barrier and cannot use your abilities?
Zhu Yan opened her eyes helplessly, sat up, saw a figure shaking from the corner of her eyes, was startled, and looked carefully, it turned out that she was reflected in the mirror on the side of the closet, and what she saw was her own image.

In the dark, the mirror reflects the light, revealing the blurred self inside.

Hehe, scare myself.

Looking at the figure in the mirror, Zhu Yan's heart skipped a beat.

Mirrors can reflect people, and of course they can reflect everything that happened that day.

What happened in this room that night, the mirror is a witness.

Maybe give it a try.

Zhu Yan got out of bed, stood in front of the mirror, put both hands on the mirror, and said silently in her heart: Mirror, mirror, can you let me see what happened the night Grandma Demin passed away?

Then I closed my eyes and concentrated on meditating.

The icy mirror conveyed a trace of coolness into Zhu Yan's palm.

The mirror seemed to become brighter, but unfortunately Zhu Yan closed her eyes and didn't see it.

But some messy lines appeared in her mind, and gradually the lines became clear until they formed a complete picture.

Ha, it worked.

Still this room.

It was Grandma Demin who fell asleep on the bed.

But she seemed to be awakened by something.

There was a man standing by her bed.

With her back turned, Zhu Yan couldn't see her face,
But Demin's frightened face could be seen.

She struggled to sit up and said something.

It was in Burmese, and Zhu Yan couldn't understand it either.

Guessing may be asking: who are you, what are you going to do, and so on.

Zhu Yan saw the figure stretch out his hand, pushed Demin onto the bed, and then put his palm on top of Demin's head. Demin was terrified, waving his hands and kicking his legs, but he was completely powerless and unable to get out of control.

Gradually, Demin didn't move, and his face still kept the look of being awakened.

The figure let out a smug laugh.

Then suddenly look back.

Smiling grimly at Zhu Yan...

Hahaha………

That face was as close as if it was next to Zhu Yan's.

Zhu Yan seemed to smell her breath.

Zhu Yan wanted to see who it was.

What appeared in front of Zhu Yan was Demin's distorted face.

And that horrible laugh.

Zhu Yan opened her eyes in fright.

I was still touching the cold mirror, and in the mirror was my somewhat flustered face, where is Demin?

After stabilizing her emotions, Zhu Yan closed her eyes and tried to sense again, but she couldn't sense anything.

It's not completely fruitless, at least knowing that someone took her life in Demin's room.

Who is that figure behind?
It can't be the god of death, right?

Zhu Yan, the god of death, has also seen that amiable uncle guide, and that foreign Thanatos.

Is this the Burmese god of death?
still is……

(End of this chapter)