what the hell is

Just when my neck was stiff and I wanted to move, suddenly there was a sneaky sound from the ceiling above my head. "Dong Dong Dong" is like a child, trotting across the ceiling.

This voice is real, definitely not an auditory hallucination.Tongsuo's face was pale, his nerves were on the verge of collapse, he was about to faint from that posture, and I was drenched in sweat.This scene makes people can't help but think of the horror movie "The Grudge", the little boy covered in white, running around the building like a ghost.

"The rooftop...is there someone?" My voice was dry.

Li Yang coughed softly: "It's not a rooftop..."

I was stunned: "Isn't it the rooftop? How is it possible, this is the top floor."

Li Yang smiled bitterly: "Old Liu, have you forgotten? We have guessed that from the top floor of the 21st floor to the rooftop above, there are at least three huge buildings hidden in the middle."

I swallowed hard: "You mean, there is that space above the ceiling?"

"That's right, it's not just the ceiling..." He pointed to the wall behind the bathtub: "I suspect it's also behind it."

I drew a simple image in my mind. If the facts are as he said, the location of Lin Xia's residence is precisely surrounded by that mysterious space.

Seeing Li Yang's eager eyes, Tongsuo was startled: "You don't mean to dig a hole right now, do you?"

Li Yang pointed to a ventilation duct in the upper corner of the ceiling: "It doesn't need to be so troublesome, we can climb over here to have a look."

The copper lock was on fire, and he grabbed his neck and said, "Can you fucking be considerate and considerate to others? If you want to die, no one will stop you, don't trap us all!"

Li Yang looked at us: "Okay, go back to sleep. I'll come by myself tonight."

I had a very bad premonition, and blurted out: "Old Li, you must not disappear without making a sound like Li Damin."

He hesitated for a moment, and forced a smile: "I'm gone, don't you still have you?"

The three of us left Lin Xia's residence and came to the corridor. Looking at the moonlight outside the window, I felt like a dream.Back at the residence, Tongsuo and Li Yang went to sleep in their room, and I went into my room and fell headfirst on the bed, feeling indescribably at ease.

Still comfortable at home.

I set the alarm clock and fell asleep without taking off my clothes.

I don't know how long it took, but when I was sleeping soundly, the alarm clock rang.I turned over in pain and had to go to work in the morning.

I was in a daze, and I didn't know how to wash and dress myself.By the time he was more or less awake, he was already sitting at the desk.

With the computer on, I opened my mouth wide and stared at the screen stupidly.There is a numb blank in my mind, and my thinking ability has approached zero.

The manager explained some work to me, and I flipped through the materials, dozing off while reading, how long was it.

"Liu Yang!" Someone shouted violently.

"Oh! Here!" I stood up at once.People around laughed.The manager walked over with a dark face: "Work hard! I was so happy last night, and now I am so sleepy."

My face was flushed: "I went back to study the material last night, I was so engrossed in it that I forgot the time."

"Boss came to inspect today, don't embarrass me." He glared at me.

I sat down and rubbed my temples, what the fuck, don't care about me.

After finally making it to noon, I simply ate something, then found a corner in the cafe below the company, covered myself with a coat, and fell asleep soundly.

While sleeping soundly, the phone rang suddenly. **, who is this?I cursed and glanced at my phone. I didn't want to answer the unfamiliar number, but it kept ringing, which annoyed me.

After connecting, Tongsuo's obscene smile came from inside: "Old Liu, things are getting more and more interesting. Do you know what is glued to the back of that scroll?"

"Fuck, where do I go?" The lack of sleep made me a little irritable.

"We also opened the iron box, do you want to know what's inside?"

"what?"

"Hey, let me tell you, you won't be able to figure it out even if you're killed. I'll give you three key words to guess yourself, evil! Mysterious! Interesting!"

"What the hell?" I growled into the phone.

"Hey, please... Please don't tell you. You will know when you come back tonight. Besides, I just took the painting to a buddy's antique shop for appraisal. This painting is also very weird, and it hides secrets .Hi, I don't even know where to start, wait for you to come back."

I was furious and was about to ask more questions when he hung up the phone.

I was fidgeting for a while and wanted to go back now, but thinking about the manager's mournful face, I decided to forget it.Just wait until you get off work at night, I'm still in the probationary period, don't get angry with the leader, if I say a word, I have to pack up and go home.

I drank some coffee, felt refreshed, and went back to work in the afternoon.

After finally getting off work, I was the first to rush out of the office, took a taxi and rushed to the Huayuan District.

Back at the residence, I pushed open the door of Li Yang's room, and saw him lying on the bed, studying the mysterious painting carefully with a magnifying glass in his hand.The entire picture scroll has been unfolded and laid out on the bed.

And Tongsuo, leaning on the sofa, crossed his legs, holding some book in his hand, and was reading it with gusto.

The two of them looked up at me together, and Li Yang waved to me: "Old Liu, come over to look at the painting and see what we found."

"Oh? What did you find?" I threw the briefcase away and ran over to look.

Li Yang pointed to the mountain temple on the scroll and said: "I've been thinking about what you said I found Li Damin's traces here, and I haven't slept well. I got up after a short sleep in the morning, and observed it with a magnifying glass. In the end, I didn’t see anything. Around noon, Tongsuo took the painting to an antique shop for appraisal. Tongsuo, tell me.”

A friend of Tongsuo opened an antique shop near the city center. This person has been in this business for seven or eight years. Although he is not very skilled, he is still a professional.

Tongsuo took the painting and went.When my friends saw this painting at first sight, they complained why they didn't frame it.

Mounting is an important means of protecting calligraphy and painting, and the paint in this picture scroll is completely exposed to the air, so that the particles on it can be taken off by the fingertips when touched.

Tongsuo quickly explained that this is not a famous painting, but a high imitation.Take a look and see whose painting it is imitating.

The friend looked at it for a long time, and hesitated: "The original painting of this painting must be in the style of the Song Dynasty, that's right. It didn't take long to imitate it. You can see that the paint has not completely condensed. As for whose painting, I will ask I’m not sure. From the style point of view, it’s a bit like Li Cheng’s.”

Li Cheng was a master of landscape painting in the Song Dynasty.Born in aristocratic family, he has no ambition in his life, indulges in poetry and wine, and indulges in mountains and rivers. This person is a bit cynical, and he specializes in painting "cold forests".The ancient trees are shabby, the land is barren, and there are yellow leaves everywhere.His works reveal a "cold", a "sad", extremely desolate.

The friend said: "Anyway, according to my experience, the style is a bit like his."

Tongsuo felt that the trip was in vain, and was a little disappointed, so he asked casually, "What else can you see in the painting?"

My friend appraised it carefully from the beginning to the end: "The painting is very fine, and the atmosphere is also myriad. If it is an original work, it is worth a lot of money. Your high-quality imitation is still a modern high-quality imitation, so it is worthless. Hmm..., no."

He twisted the picture with his hands, and his hands were stained with a lot of particles, so he sniffed it under his nose: "Interesting..."

"What?" Tong Suo asked quickly.

"The paint is actually cinnabar."

"Cinnabar? Is there any particularity? What kind of paint is generally used in landscape paintings?" Tongsuo asked.

"Cinnabar is also called cinnabar or cinnabar, and it is generally used by Taoists to draw symbols. It is said that this material can gather spiritual energy and ward off evil spirits. But it does not mean that it cannot be used as a pigment. The silk fabrics unearthed from the Mawangdui ancient tomb are decorated with cinnabar. Patterns. Landscape paintings seldom use this, at least I have never heard of it. As for what pigments were used in ancient times, you can find out when you go back to the Dream of the Red Chamber. Even if you don’t understand, you kid spends all day in nightclubs and even watches the Red Mansion.”

"Don't talk about it, you don't need it." Tongsuo looked at the painting, feeling a little nervous.He suddenly thought of the huge and weird spell on the white wall of Lin Xia's bathroom.

"Aren't you afraid of damage to this painting?" My friend said.

"Just look at it." Tongsuo said casually.

The friend said: "The paint in this painting is a bit strange. Look here, there is a layer of cinnabar on the top, and there are several layers of other things underneath." Then, he picked up a very delicate small blade and scratched it carefully twice. , A small pile of fine powder fell out from under the scroll.

Tongsuo was dumbfounded. On a tiny corner of the scroll, a friend scraped off a small piece, and it could be clearly seen that several layers of paint had indeed been applied.Even an antique stick like him can tell that this method of smearing is definitely not a painter's skill, but the purpose of the painter.

The friend scratched his head and said to himself: "Could it be a picture-in-picture?"

Tongsuo blinked and asked, "What do you mean?"

"It is very likely that the above landscape was painted later, with the purpose of covering up the painting below."

The friend wiped the lower layer of paint with his hands, smelled it, and frowned immediately: "Smell it."

Tongsuo hesitated, and also smelled it, his nose smelled foul.

Speaking of this, Tongsuo said to me: "As soon as you smell it, you know it smells like blood."

I opened my mouth wide when I heard it: "You mean, if there is really a painting hidden below, that painting was painted with human blood?"

Tongsuo pointed to Li Yang and said, "It's a pity that he won't let me completely peel off the landscape painting on it, so that I can investigate."

When Tongsuo heard his friend say this in an antique shop, he was so curious that he asked, "If you can safely peel off the painting on it, can you do it?"

"This technical method is still available." My friend nodded with a smile.

Tongsuo bit his lower lip and said, I'll make a phone call.He immediately hung up the phone to Li Yang and told the story, but Li Yang disagreed.

Li Yang put forward an extremely unimaginable reason. He said: "Don't forget, Lao Liu once saw Li Damin in the mountain temple in the landscape painting. If you strip off the upper layer of landscape painting, will you strip away the existence of Li Damin?" Space world? Will he disappear because of this?"