Haunted Houses’ Chronicles - v4 Chapter 47

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I thought he was calling me. When I walked over to it, I realized that Qin Yiheng was holding a board without looking up.

I didn’t ask him what he wanted to do, in fact I can’t ask now.

My only concern is when the sheep dung ball in this mouth can spit out. Just listening to Qin Yiheng’s speech did not seem to contain anything in his mouth. He vomited, I naturally don’t want to suffer this crime again.

Bai Kai played first and then played. I heard him retching a few times and started talking.

Then Ma Shanchu made the same movement.

I was finally granted amnesty, and even spit on the ground with sputum and gastric juice, no matter how it ended, I was relieved first.

I hadn’t thought it was in my mouth before. It would spit out before I could feel the strange smell of the whole mouth.

I regret not having brought in a bottle of mouthwash, and now I can only desperately make saliva to relieve it.

Bai Kaidao, Qin Yiheng, your mother’s sheep dung ball has great stamina. I should be drunk. He said that Bai Kaimin came to take the board in Qin Yiheng’s hand.

Qin Yiheng just woke up like a dream, and showed us the board with a flashlight.

This is a dark red plank with weathered edges. The wood should be calcium-deficient and can be broken with a little hard work.

There are also a few already vague words engraved on it.

I fixed my eyes and suddenly froze. He couldn’t help but grabbed Bai Kai’s shoulder.

I saw the engraving on the board: Yuan Zhen died in Jiayin, Bingyin, Yueyi and Maozong.

Oh shit! Isn’t this Laozi’s death? Why is it now replaced by Yuan Zhen’s death? ! !

Bai Kai was hurt when I was caught, and he scolded a few times. Xiaoque, you **** good? Spread apart. Bai Kai took an ashes box to my arms and said, grab this! This feels good!

Qin Yiheng, is this piece of coffin board? I rushed to Qin Yiheng.

Yes. Qin Yiheng handed me the coffin plate and said, Jiang Shuo, Yuan Zhen, the boss of Hongda Group, may have the same fate as yours. I finally know why HTC Group is involved in this matter. You are not alone in this world, I am afraid that this Yuan array is more than what you have encountered.

I heard nothing. Is the so-called fate the same as death? In this case, there are more people with the same fate in the world.

I said, Qin Yiheng, I did not understand. This Yuan Zhen has the same fate as me. Why should anyone get rich?

When are you still thinking about getting rich? Bai Kai took the coffin board, Xiaoqi, let me show you.

Bai Kai used his fingertips to gently sweep the board several times and said again, Xiaoqi, this board is real. It seems that you were really not the first choice for a real dragon yet a positive one. Co-authored you are a spare tire!

Seeing that I’m still puzzled, I just said it again, don’t get confused. Is n’t this simple? This Yuan array must be older than you? I am afraid you haven’t been born yet when people are bouncing around. That’s why Yuan Zhen was the first choice for a real dragon back then. I just don’t know what means the birdman used to hide all this. This hiding person is also hiding from the old, just as you have grown up, so everything will find your head.

I finally sorted out some ideas. Does co-authoring the true dragon return to Yang still require age?

Young talent line? Older ones will not work? Are there any other requirements?

If it is true as Bai Kai said, Yuan Zhen hid everything, why bother to come to this muddy water?

I said, Qin Yiheng, don’t hide it. You are a real dragon. You do n’t know what this Yuan array is all about?

I really do not know. If you don’t see this coffin board. I would n’t expect someone to be like you. Qin Yiheng shook his head, and now I am even more distressed. I have summarized the clues for so long. If not only did you encounter these encounters in this world, but also Yuan Yuan. No one can guarantee that more people will have these encounters.

I was stunned. I always thought that I might be the hardest person in the world.

Suddenly it seemed like I had found a big family.

I really don’t know if I should be happy or sad.

Maybe some people have encountered so many puzzles like me, but from the perspective of the moment, they may have been relieved, and they are only tied to the cover, only me.

This makes me more lonely.

Bai Kai patted me on the shoulder, Xiao Que don’t think about it. Let’s try to find this Yuan Zhen and talk to him face to face, it’s easy to do anything! Let’s take a look at what is good here.

Bai Kai began to move the urns outside, and quickly covered the floor.

There are more ashes in this desk than I thought, and most of them are empty.

I don’t know how long this Yuan Zhen has eaten, I can’t help but sympathize with him.

Hey, there really is! Bai Kai excitedly moved a larger wooden box out.

The box was heavy, and Bai Kai was very difficult to move. Finally, Ma Shanchu came to help and finally put the box on the floor securely.

This box is an old-fashioned storage box with a layer of skin on it and two large copper rings on top. There is no lock, only a copper latch. Bai Kai flicked it with his finger, the latch was pulled away, and the box opened a gap. A strong musty smell began to spread through the cracks. Several people covered their mouths and noses and opened the box with a flashlight.

The box was very full, most of it was individually wrapped in sealed bags, and a glance looked like police evidence.

Bai Kai took out a few pieces and found that they were all daily necessities. Probably the product of the 50s and 60s of the last world.

There are tea mugs, glasses, and handkerchiefs.

Take out these things, and then down is a very thick stack of paper. The paper bag is more careful, not only has the sealed bag outside, but also has a layer of moisture-proof kraft paper inside.

Then there was nothing else in the box, only a thick layer of mud left. It seems that the reason why the box is sinking is mainly due to these soil pressure components. And those musty smells come from the dirt.

Bai Kai reached out and poked, and found nothing in the mud, but choked him disgustingly.

Simply closed the box and went to see the stack of paper.

Under the flashlight, it is obvious that the paper has turned yellow. Before the paper may have been soaked in water, many of them are uneven.

These are lined manuscript papers with red stripes on white. The head of the manuscript paper also contains the name of an organization, China Academy of Building Research

The handwriting above is very sloppy, part-time dragon dance. I glanced a few times and found that the records were all trivial, mostly because this person was bored or temporarily unable to find a diary.

Bai Kai turned several pages in a row, and he never found a signature. It is also impossible to confirm who the author is.

And not only the author, but even the name of a passerby did not appear between the lines. It seems that this person deliberately avoided when writing these things.

There are too many manuscripts, and Bai Kai alone can’t finish it.

The four people were divided into small piles, each fighting separately.

The stack I got was the last of the whole stack, and it was relatively new. Handwriting has also become stable. Identifying is much simpler.

I first turned it around, and didn’t wait to see much content. Instead, a black and white photo fell out of the paper.

The picture shows a young man wearing gold-colored glasses, with a hairstyle that is permed. Dress like 80s style. Wool waistcoat, wearing a shirt inside.

The young man grinned while standing on a very high platform and looking down, which appeared very small in the photo. A piece of white flowers can be seen in the corner of the screen, far away from the shooting location, and it looks like a bunch of plants.

I gave the photo to Qin Yiheng, and he followed it carefully for a long time with a flashlight.

Suddenly raised his head and told me that this is a wreath, look at this silhouette. And more than one.

When I reminded him, I also felt somewhat similar.

I asked, is this mother **** sick? There is a dead man in the picture circle, why is he so happy? Is there any hatred?

Qin Yiheng shook his head. I don’t think he was really happy. You see, the feeling and location of the whole photo are not like taking pictures. Most of this person was put on the body, standing up high and trying to jump down. Everyone had no choice but to take this picture.

My forehead began to sweat coldly, and what I couldn’t control was restored to the scene at that time.

Mom’s co-worker finally died?

I recalled the picture of Yuan Zhen, the boss of Hongda Group, which Qin Yiheng had shown me before. It really resembled the people in the picture. It was just that the picture was not taken at close range and could not be confirmed.

I had to put the photo in my pocket first and continue to read the manuscript paper.

Suddenly I heard Qin Yiheng say, no, something seems to be coming in the building. Everyone take the manuscript paper back to see, Jiang Shuo! give!

Without waiting for my reaction, another goat dung ball stuffed into my mouth.

I can’t say anything at this time. I can only put the manuscript paper into Qin Yiheng’s bag in a panic.

Bai Kai and Ma Shanchu also received sheep dung **** from Qin Yiheng in turn, and their expressions were not very pleasant.

Qin Yiheng gestured for Bai Kai and Ma Shanchu to put the urns back in place. A man wiped the marks we left with a cloth.

He led us to the wall and turned off the flashlight.

My heart was pounding straight, seeing his expression as an enemy, and I didn’t know what the **** came from the building.

Can’t help but swallowed a few saliva.

I was taken aback by this spit, but I didn’t really find anything. But I suddenly felt that the sheep dung ball in my mouth didn’t taste the same as before.