Resist the world, but I spread the curse

Chapter 145
Li Duojin could tell that the dead Mr. Zheng Yu was a person of taste. Although he couldn't fully identify who made the modern artworks displayed in the other's home, and the production methods were not uniform, each one had a distinctive style. With a unique temperament, even a person like him who doesn't study modern art much can find it good-looking and excellent at a glance.

What convinced him of Mr. Zheng Yu's taste was the antiques scattered in the cabinets between the corridors, probably the clay pottery of dancing girls from the Han Dynasty, the tiger head silver bottle from the Zhenli period, and the palace incense burner from the Mingyong Dynasty... …each antique is authentic and precious.

Of course, there was only one antique, Li Duojin, who didn't see the way.

It was an incomplete set of words and sentences, and he had not seen similar poems in the books he had read since he was a child, but the style of the words and sentences was vaguely familiar.

"Is Mr. Zheng also engaged in cultural and artistic work?" Li Duojin asked.

Chen Xiaolin glanced at him, nodded and said, "Yes, he used to be a well-known art editor, but later became a writer."

She noticed Li Duojin's incomplete words and sentences that were specially framed, and explained to Li Duojin: "Brother Yu said before his death that when this pair of words and sentences were complete, it was probably a set of calligraphy and painting, but when it was torn Broken, looking at the rough and frantic tearing marks, I don’t know how much the person who tore it hates it. But Brother Yu said that the person who tore up the calligraphy and painting is the one who painted it with his own hand. "

"Master?" Li Duojin was startled, he glanced at the only surviving couplet above the words, and read, "Northern wind and sunset shine on the Tianshan Cave, looking for a lonely Yulang bone...why do you want to tear it up?"

"I was as puzzled as you at first, until Brother Yu told me that its owner was a lunatic bachelor 'Ye Gong'." Chen Xiaolin shook her head and sighed, "This person doesn't leave many literary works. Most of the books were burned because they were full of unbearable dark taboos, and only a small part was preserved. During my university, with the help of a university professor with a good relationship, I read a section that was not published. A small part of a banned book that was leaked.

The content is really unbearable. It records all kinds of strange customs that do not conform to common sense and his personal perception of morality beyond ordinary people. When I was young, I had nightmares for several days after reading it. "

When Li Duojin heard who the owner of the words was, he suddenly realized: "It turned out to be him."

As he spoke, Li Duojin moved closer to the incomplete words and sentences, wanting to see the broken calligraphy and painting more clearly, and said, "No wonder the style of the poems looks so familiar."

While chatting, the two reached the top floor.

But this does not mean that you have come to the attic. If you want to go to the attic, you have to go to the study on the top floor. There is also a staircase in the study, which is the only way to the attic.

Under the leadership of Chen Xiaolin, Li Duojin came to the door of the attic, in front of a somewhat decayed metal iron door.

What made the two of them creepy was that the metal iron door deformed outwards, and the raised part showed the outlines of several human faces, as if there were countless extremely frightened beings inside the iron door in the attic. Struggling, something terrible may have happened in the attic, so that these people forgot the pain, and tried desperately to escape, but unfortunately they failed.

Li Duojin: "Is it like this before?"

"Definitely not!" Chen Xiaolin immediately denied it, with surprise in her eyes, and said anxiously, "Could it be that this was also the scene of his crime?"

"You didn't mention this, I almost forgot." Li Duojin frowned when he heard Chen Xiaolin's words, "Since Zheng Yu is the murderer in the amusement park murder case, haven't the law enforcement officers investigated his home? It doesn't look like it's been searched here, it's extremely clean."

Chen Xiaolin was taken aback, and carefully recalled the journey along the way, and found that it was indeed so strange, because even the door of the house was not cordoned off, and there was almost nothing missing in the house, unlike law enforcement officers who came here to collect evidence look.

Her heartbeat began to speed up, Chen Xiaolin slightly panicked and said, "Is there something wrong with this?"

"Someone cleaned up behind, cleaned here." Li Duojin guessed, he touched the handrail of the escalator, it was spotless, this is not a phenomenon that can be seen without cleaning every day.

"Who would..." Chen Xiaolin wanted to ask who else could enter here now, but she suddenly remembered Zheng Yu's daughter's words that Zheng Yu's "deceased wife" appeared in the attic.

Zheng Yu's late wife was Zheng Yu's virtuous wife. The wife has a cleanliness habit and loves to clean up. The family affairs, every detail, are almost handled by his wife alone. He died prematurely from an incurable disease.

If Zheng Yu's wife "didn't die", or she died, but survived in a way that is incomprehensible to human beings, then in this way, the house that was searched by the law enforcement officers was suddenly cleaned, and there would be suspicion object?
"No danger?" Chen Xiaolin saw that Li Duojin wanted to open the iron door, she immediately grabbed the other's arm that opened the door, and said seriously.

Li Duojin said with a smile: "If there is danger, my eyelids are already twitching, but unfortunately not."

Only then did Chen Xiaolin grit her teeth and let Li Duojin open the metal door of the attic.

As soon as the metal door was opened, the dark environment in the attic came into view. The light outside the door sprinkled the floor, which was spotless, but countless nail scratches were clearly visible.

Chen Xiaolin tried to turn on the light in the attic, but found no response, with cold sweat on her head: "Hey, it's strange, why can't the light be turned on?"

Just as she was wondering, Li Duojin had already turned on the phone's lighting and stepped into the attic area.

"Hey, did you just go in like this?" Chen Xiaolin also followed closely, and followed Li Duojin to turn on the phone's light, and followed him to explore the vast attic.

Li Duojin's eyes moved along with the lighting. The attic is full of sundries, antiques, artworks and discarded furniture, which are covered by cloth covers. On some discarded furniture, scratches similar to scratches on the floor can be found , and the traces left by the recent violent use, combined with the signs of damage around the attic site that are difficult to clean and repair, there must have been fierce fighting here recently.

Li Duojin kept these discoveries in his heart, continued to explore, and finally stopped at the same dining table with Chen Xiaolin.

The dining table was covered with a white drape, on which blood-colored paint painted strange symbols one after another. These symbols were like circuit boards, and finally led to a blank area, which seemed to have been placed on it. something else.

"Huh? This symbol." Chen Xiaolin was also observing the symbols on the dining table, and then she let out a sound of surprise, grabbed the tablecloth, and then turned on her phone to find a close-up photo of Zheng Yu's face shot to death. She suddenly found Zheng Yu The symbols I carved on my forehead and what was written on this tablecloth are completely from a system.

　Although the symptoms have been relieved a lot, I still feel exhausted when I use my brain.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)