Day and night tour

Chapter 43 Thirty Years of Photos

The road conditions look familiar, but I can't remember where it is.

At this time, Zhou Xuan was holding the steering wheel and heard the sound of gongs from the night watchman patrolling outside the car.

“Boom~ Boom~ Boom!”

One slow and three fast, it's four updates.

The sound of the gong made Zhou Xuan feel a little panicked. As the car drove forward, he could always hear the sound of the night watchman's gong every few hundred meters.

“The gong sounds are so dense?”

Zhou Xuan even suspected that he was trapped in a ghost wall - he thought the car was moving forward, but in fact it was spinning in place.

Until he saw the sign of a clothing appraisal shop next to him - Xishi Clothing Appraisal Shop.

He had heard of the name "West Market", the largest market on Taiping West Road. Although it was big, it was actually deserted.

After all, Taiping West Road is a well-known shantytown.

The biggest difference between shantytowns and downtown and wealthy areas is the number of night watchmen.

Nowadays, watches are becoming increasingly cheap. Pingshui Prefecture's economy is quasi-first-class in Jingguo. Watches are basically popular in downtown areas and wealthy areas. The demand for night watchmen is not great. Only in some poor alleys where there are many Liba people will there be night watchmen.

For the residents of Taiping West Road, the grains for two meals a day were enough to make most families stretched to the limit. Watches were even more of a luxury, so they could only rely heavily on night watchmen.

Taiping West Road is long and narrow, and one or two night watchmen are not enough to handle it, so the road office will naturally hire more people.

"No wonder it's so familiar. I drank tofu pudding here with my senior brother the day before yesterday."

Zhou Xuan continued to drive and follow the seven people. He finally crossed Taiping West Road and ended up entering Taiping Road again.

The road conditions are getting better and better.

After walking a long way,

Zhou Xuan saw that the seven people were getting closer and closer to an alley - this alley was more familiar to him.

Wangfu Hutong,

Mr. Dai lives at the deepest part of this alley!

"After all this time, I drove the road to pick up Mr. Dai again. These seven people came to Wangfu Hutong with lanterns... Could it be that Mr. Dai's old man is still hiding in Dai's mansion?"

Zhou Xuan has some psychological trauma about the Dai Mansion.

The last time I picked up Gentleman Dai, he had a sudden idea to chat with his own white noise, but ended up being interrupted by a wandering soul named "Qinglian".

Through the handwriting left by "Qinglian", he came to a conclusion that this person named Qinglian was killed by Mr. Dai, a kind of killing that left her body and soul destroyed...

After experiencing this incident, Zhou Xuan felt somewhat reluctant when thinking about entering Dai Mansion.

When the car followed the seven people and turned into Wangfu Hutong, Zhou Xuan turned around and glanced at the rear window, and the slight resistance in his heart disappeared.

The left half of the entire car window glass is obviously darker than the right half.

Zhou Xuan knew the reason. There was a shadow lying behind the car.

He sensed the shadow as soon as it got on the car in the Zhou family's yard.

The strange shadow that came out of the Zhou family must not be causing trouble for him.

"He should be sent by my sister to protect me secretly." Zhou Xuan thought.

……

The gate of the Dai Mansion was closed late at night, and the white lantern hanging high on the lintel was getting closer and closer to Zhou Xuan. After arriving at the door, he stopped the car and followed the seven people to the door.

The old hunter reached out and knocked on the door hurriedly. After knocking several times, the door opened and an old man with deep wrinkles leaned half of his body out.

The old man was wearing a plain white suit and was the butler of the Dai Mansion.

Zhou Xuan heard from Liu Tianen that Mr. Dai had moved his family to Mingjiang Mansion a few years ago. He only hired temporary servants and did not live in Dai Mansion. There were only him and the old housekeeper at home.

The old butler was holding a lantern, but the position of the lantern was too low, so the light could not illuminate the faces of the seven people, and he could not see clearly. He raised the lantern higher, intending to take a closer look.
As a result, as soon as he met the old hunter, his eyes became dazed, he lowered his head, and walked numbly to the end of the queue, raising his hands and placing them on the shoulders of the person in front of him.

He was forcibly controlled by the six corpses.

The door opened, and Zhou Xuan followed the old hunter who led the way and strode into Dai's house. The shadow on the car turned into a long snake, swam down, and entered the gate of Dai's house with one foot and one foot.

The alley returned to silence.

But the silence did not last long. Accompanied by the rustling of cicadas, a slender figure appeared at the entrance of the alley.

She carried a kerosene lantern and walked towards the "Dai Mansion" deep in the alley...

……

The Dai Mansion is so magnificent that it can be described as overwhelmingly wealthy, with corridors and painted pillars of exquisite craftsmanship, and the carved lines on each pillar are extremely fine.

It takes a lot of effort and time to carve delicately... and it costs money, but the beautiful craftsmanship that the craftsmen have polished is far beyond what an ordinary wealthy family can achieve.

Large photos are hung on many pillars in the corridor.

The first photo Zhou Xuan saw was of Mr. Dai accepting an award from the government office at the end of last year.

In the photo, he has a thin figure, wears gold-rimmed glasses, and holds a commendation order in his hand. At the bottom, there are double steel stamps of "government office" and "government government", which makes him look very impressive.

The content of the subsequent photos is essentially the same as the first one, basically showing the glorious moments in Mr. Dai’s life and his proud experiences.

After looking at more than a dozen pictures, Zhou Xuan discovered a pattern.

These photos are not hung randomly, they follow a timeline. The closer you get to the end of the corridor, the younger Mr. Dai becomes in the photos.

If you walk from the entrance to the end of the corridor, it is as if you are experiencing a flashback of Mr. Dai's life.

"Mr. Dai was quite fat when he was middle-aged."

Zhou Xuan stood in front of a column. The photo in front of him was of Mr. Dai in his middle age. Judging from his appearance and spirit, he was probably between 35 and 40 years old at the time, with a fat head and big ears, and a big pot belly...

...None of these is important. What is important is that when Zhou Xuan saw the photo of Mr. Dai, a middle-aged and fat man, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had seen him somewhere. But where exactly had he seen him?

"I can't have come to Jingguo more than ten years ago, right?"

While Zhou Xuan was pondering, he walked towards the end of the corridor for another ten meters. After seeing three younger photos of Mr. Dai, his sense of familiarity became stronger.

"I must have seen it somewhere, I'm sure."

After Zhou Xuan muttered to himself, he suddenly thought of someone!

The appearance of this person was like an electric current that made Zhou Xuan's skin numb. He swung his legs and ran towards the end of the corridor. While running, he turned his head to look at the photo on the pillar.

Run to the end.

Zhou Xuan’s guess was confirmed!

"It sure is him!"

In a series of photos, Mr. Dai looks younger and fatter in each photo!

Perhaps the difference in Mr. Dai’s appearance in the two adjacent photos is not that big.

But the span between the first photo and the last photo was a full thirty years, and the appearance was completely different, which also led Zhou Xuan to never associate the image of Mr. Dai with the big-headed monk.

The gentleman in the photo at the end of the corridor is about 20 years old. His body shape is exactly the same as the fake Maitreya in the corridor river, with a fat belly and thick earlobes...

...Dai Siming is the "walking" person chosen by the White Walkers during the drought in the Corridor River, the feet of the White Walkers!

It turns out that Mr. Dai has such a prominent background?
"Perhaps the credit for Mr. Dai, as a psychic of the Blood Well, being able to live to the age of fifty is not due to the doctor named Du Kaili, but to the help of the White Walker in his body..."

Zhou Xuan was a little hesitant for a moment. He was considering whether to continue looking for Mr. Dai. After all, he had just heard Yuan Buyu talk about the White Walkers yesterday.

The White Walkers are different from wandering ghosts and evil spirits. In Lao Yuan’s words, they are on par with gods.

What kind of power does it take to be on the same level as gods?
"And I... Zhou Xuan... am just a weak and handsome scholar who has not even been enshrined in the temple!
Now he was actually thinking about getting information out of Mr. Dai? And solving the curse of the blood well?

That's a White Walker!
I don’t deserve it… No, it seems like I don’t have no chance at all.”

The moment Zhou Xuan learned of Mr. Dai's true identity, he was still mocking himself for daydreaming, but soon, he keenly sensed the connection between Mr. Dai and the White Walkers and immediately calmed down.

"Mr. Dai has a flaw!" Zhou Xuan said to himself.

(End of this chapter)