what the hell is

As soon as these words came out, Tong Suo was dumbfounded.He was convinced by Li Yang's imagination.Such wild ideas can come up.

However, if you calm down and think about it, if a living person can appear in the painting, then it is not surprising that there are even weirder things.

I sat on the head of the bed, looked at the paintings spread out on the bed, breathed a sigh of relief, and asked Tongsuo: "Then you will take it back intact?"

"That's right. Let Lao Li say it. I don't even dare to frame it. I'm afraid that Li Damin will be sealed in the painting and he won't be able to get out." Tongsuo said.

I saw the upper left corner of the scroll, which was the size of a small fingernail. It was obviously scratched, exposing the layers of printed paint underneath. It really looked a bit mysterious.

I watched, suddenly thought of something, and said casually: "Not good!"

They asked what happened together?

I pointed to the scraped piece and asked the copper lock: "This is what your friend did."

"That's right, at that time he was analyzing the painting, so let's just do it. This painting is worthless." Tongsuo said.

I shook my head: "If the picture scroll becomes its own world, and Li Damin is in this space, have you ever thought about whether there will be a butterfly effect?"

Li Yang frowned, turned over and sat up: "Butterfly effect?!"

"Yes." I pointed to the scrape, "You just made a change on the edge of the painting, but have you ever thought about whether this small damage will cause some kind of complicated chain in the world in the painting?" Impact? Butterfly effect, where a slight difference can lead to a thousand miles difference in results.”

Tongsuo refused to listen: "You mean, if my friend scratches the paint, Li Damin will die in the painting? Are we all murderers?"

"That's not what I mean." I smiled wryly: "I'm just making an assumption."

Tongsuo didn't show me the slightest mercy: "Your assumption is really fucked up."

"Okay, okay, you two stop haggling. No matter how we guess, it won't help the real situation. This matter itself is beyond our cognition, and there is no point in arguing about a mysterious and mysterious matter. Said Seriously," Li Yang said, "I've been studying this painting all afternoon, and it really made me find something interesting. Come and have a look."

Tong Suo and I looked at each other and smiled at each other, feeling a little embarrassed.We took a magnifying glass and found the place Li Yang said.

That is the backyard of the mountain temple.The four courtyard walls enclose a small courtyard. The courtyard is full of huge old trees. The paintings are green pines and cypresses, and the tree body looks like an old ghost stretching its waist.In the courtyard, there is a man wearing a long robe who looks like a monk, cleaning the courtyard with a broom that is as high as him.This person is hidden in the shadows of many trees, leaving only a back figure, which is outlined in a simple line, but it is also vivid.

This person is definitely not Li Damin.I carefully recalled that when I first saw this painting in Lin Xia's room, I didn't notice the person in the painting, and even said that I couldn't be sure whether he was in the painting at that time.

"Did this monk appear out of nowhere?" I asked hesitantly.

"I don't know. What I want you to see is not this person, but this door." Li Yang clicked on a foot door in the backyard.

This foot door is very inconspicuous, and half of the door is hidden behind a boulder in the yard. If he hadn't pointed it out to us, we wouldn't have found it at all.

I picked up the magnifying glass, bent my waist, almost pressed my face to it, and examined it carefully.

Sure enough, seeing something weird, I looked up at Li Yang.Li Yang knew from his expression that I had noticed, so he nodded.Tongsuo looked at the two of us suspiciously: "What's going on?"

I pointed to a spot on the door and said, "Look here."

Tongsuo took a closer look with a magnifying glass, then took a sharp breath: "***."

On this door, the Arabic numeral "48" is impressively written! There is also a mark on the circle at the bottom of the number "8".

You must know that this door is three points smaller than the fingernail on the picture scroll, and only half of it is exposed. The number "48" written on this half of the door is as small as a sesame seed, comparable to a strand of hair. .

Such a small thing, under a magnifying glass, is extremely clear.I'm pretty sure there's no way it's just that the brush can't draw it.Moreover, Arabic numerals do not appear on Song Dynasty-style scrolls at all.

For no reason, I felt a chill in my heart.

It was quiet in the room, and no one spoke.

It was Tongsuo who cleared his throat: "This is not written by Li Damin, is it?"

We looked at each other, feeling horrified.

"If it was written by Li Damin, what does the number '48' mean?" Li Yang said to himself.No one can answer this question.

There are also clues in my mind. Last night, Li Damin was worshiping God in the temple with an unknown woman.This evening, he came to the foot gate of the backyard and wrote down the mysterious number.

So what about this time?Could he already be out of the yard?

I looked at the painting in a hurry, and went out from the backyard of the mountain temple, which was the way up the mountain.This narrow path is attached to the back of an extremely steep cliff, winding away, disappearing into the mountains shrouded in white mist.

The more I looked at it, the more worried I became, the air in the room was so oppressive that it was almost squeezed out.

Thinking about it really gave me a headache, so I changed the topic: "What's in the box that was fished out of the bathtub?"

Li Yang smiled secretly: "The things inside are very interesting, I plan to come and play with the three of us tonight."

He dragged the iron box from under the bed.As expected, the lock of the box was unlocked. He carried it to the bed and opened the lid of the box.

The first thing I saw was that there was a strange picture covered with text in the box.If this picture is spread out, it is about the size of an ordinary desk, and the words are arranged in a spiral form from the center to the surroundings.There is no logical connection between words and words, and it seems to be written randomly.

Every word is red and glistening, and the font is regular script with strict structure. The writing is beautiful and beautiful.It is neat and elegant, as if it came from the hands of a woman.

There is also a copper coin next to the picture, the coin is covered with copper rust, and the markings on it have been polished, and it is impossible to tell what year it is.Intuitively, it should be something old.

I wondered: "This is?"

"Have you ever played pen fairy?" Li Yang asked.

"No. It's said that the thing is evil, and I'd rather play with it when I'm free."

"If you haven't played before, I'll call you Kaikaiyanghun today. This is called Qian Xian'er, similar to the pen fairy and the chopstick fairy, both of which belong to the Fushi. Do you understand the Fushi?"

"Just asking God?"

"Almost. In this way, it's interesting to be able to communicate with spirits, divination, invite ghosts, and ask questions." Li Yang lifted the box: "Come on, let's go to the living room to play."

I grabbed him and said, "Lao Li, don't, don't, I always feel that something is wrong. There is a...very bad feeling, let's stop playing, this thing is too dangerous. Or, let's visit the haunted house tonight .”

Tongsuo sighed: "I can't enter the haunted house. It really made Lao Li's crow mouth say that the old woman named Liu who rented the house took some medicine by mistake and went to Lin Xia's residence this morning. She Seeing his house turned into such a ghost, how could he let it go, called the police, and stood in the corridor cursing all day."

"Who are you scolding? Lin Xia?"

"No, this bitch is so cold-blooded that she even scolds the dead. She curses people with vicious words and curses that they will never be reborn. Her mouth is really poisonous. Later, she hired a housekeeper to clean up the house inside and out, anyway. Toss a day."

Li Yang said: "The haunted house is considered ruined, and all the clues are broken if she makes a fuss. Let's play Fushi tonight, please Qian Erxian."

Tongsuo waved his hand: "If you want to play with the two of you, I can just watch it. This thing was fished out of Lin Xia's bathroom. Who knows what's tricky, so I dare not play with it. Maybe Lin Xia is just playing with this obsession , It’s hard to say if you jumped off the building.”

I hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, Lao Li, why don't you play by yourself, Tongsuo and I will watch, if something happens, we can take care of you."

Li Yangsheng dragged us together to the living room, took out the set of shackles from the box, and placed them on the table.

First spread out the strange picture, then put down the old copper coin in the center of the strange picture, and finally take out an exquisite incense burner from the box.

This incense burner is only the size of an adult's palm, made of bronze, completely hollowed out, and has a movable cover on it, which is very delicate.What's a little scary is that the base under the incense burner actually looks like a ghost, with horns on its head, bearded mouth, and extremely vicious eyes.The evil spirit turned its back to the sky, holding the furnace body in its arms, looking eerie and inexplicable.

I looked a little strange: "What is the use of the incense burner?"