Chapter 1123

Generally speaking, green represents vitality.

Women prefer green to men who especially hate green hats.

However, when this layer of green is deduced by a large group of flies, then it will not be liked by girls and will be disgusted.

As Wang Chen screamed, Gao Fei took her right hand and pulled her into her arms. She turned around and took two steps.

The place where a large number of flies fly away is a rotten hare. The white maggots crawl from its mouth, eyes and rotten stomach. It's disgusting.

"Don't be afraid. It's just a dead rabbit."

Gao Fei raised his hand to fold off a section of flower branch and swept the flying flies at random. After throwing it away, he led Wang Chen forward quickly: "I'll dig a pit and bury it later."

Wang Chen's face was white. He raised his hand to cover his mouth. After a while, he forced a smile and said, "I'm sorry, I'm so fussy... I thought there would be a snake in such a deep grass, but I didn't expect it to be a dead rabbit."

In fact, a rotten rabbit is not as comfortable as a living snake.

Gao Fei raised his hand with a smile and caressed her head casually.

After 11 years old, Wang Chen would not allow anyone, including her parents, to take care of her. This would make her feel immature, but she enjoyed the action made by Gao Fei. Her heart was pounding and soon calmed down.

The carved wooden door of the main hall of the old house was closed. Gao Fei raised his hand and was about to push it, but he stopped again. He looked down at the threshold.

"What's the matter?"

Wang Chen asked, also looked down, in addition to a few flying flies, but saw nothing.

Gao Fei crouched down, took out the scissors on the key, scraped a few times on the inside of the threshold. Before Wang Chen could see clearly, he threw off the broken sawdust and stood up to say, "nothing."

Then he pushed open the wooden door.

The wooden door slowly opened, and the sun immediately drove away the gloom inside, leaving only countless dust floating up and down in the sun.

Goofy found some blood on the inside of the threshold.

There is a half meter long eaves in front of the main hall, which can block the rain, so the rain did not wash away the blood on the inside of the threshold.

The bloodstain has long been dark brown. Wang Chen didn't notice it, but Gao Fei saw it.

Then, Wang Chen also saw the obvious black blood on the green brick floor behind the threshold. Even if the water was sucked up by the green brick, he could still see that it was blood.

"Is this blood?"

Wang Chen asked in a low voice.

"Well, it should be."

Gao Fei said, looking down to the left side of the threshold, an illusion suddenly appeared: an old woman in rags, sitting on the threshold, coughing violently. When she finished coughing and put down her hand, she found that the palm of her hand was full of coughing blood.

After a moment's stupefaction, the old woman shook her hand and looked up at the sky, her eyes blank.

At the beginning, Shangguan Fengling was sitting on the threshold coughing and bleeding, and he didn't tell anyone until he died, so Angui king didn't know, and moxie Zhengdong didn't know, so Gaofei naturally didn't know.

But Gao Fei saw this illusion at this time. It was unreasonable. When he looked at the old woman's face, he could see nothing.

Bright sunshine, especially at noon, can always effectively drive away the darkness, whether it is existing or psychological.

Wang Chen, bathed in the sun, did not notice that Gao Fei was staring at the threshold, but her attention was on the portrait of a woman on the front wall: "is this portrait the one you told me about? Your uncle in honor left it to grandma? "

Goofy looked up and said, "well, it should be."

"Who is the woman in the picture?"

"I don't know."

"Not like the Bodhisattvas we are familiar with."

"Maybe she is not a Bodhisattva, just a portrait of a woman."

"But she was standing in the clouds - the person who painted this painting was very good at painting, and she was very good in both clothes and women's manner. It's a pity that there is no charm in her eyes, that is, there is a lack of soul, which is somewhat flawed. "

Wang Chen, who is more or less accomplished in painting, commented and walked over slowly. He raised his hand and was about to reach for the portrait, but it fell from the top, just like it was blown down by the wind, and fell lightly on the green brick.

But inside the house, there was no wind, and the picture suddenly fell down.

"Well, well, how did it fall down?"

Wang Chen was shocked, instinctively bent down to pick up the portrait, but Gao Fei whispered: "don't move!"

Wang Chen's body was stiff. He turned his head and asked, "what's the matter?"

"Nothing. I'll take it."

Goofy shook his head and came over to stop her behind. Then he bent down to pick up the portrait.

Wang Chen's heart warms up: the picture floats down without any reason. Maybe there is something strange that she can't see. Gao Fei worries that there will be something bad for her on the picture, which stops her.

Gao Fei's finger touched the side of the portrait. When he was about to lift it up, Wang Chen was surprised to find that the place where Gao Fei's finger touched the portrait turned into a pinch of powder.

Just now, it was still hanging on the wall. When it fell to the ground without wind, it was still a good portrait. How could it turn into powder with a touch of fingers?

Is this painting really weird? Or... Wang Chen thought of something happened in the Ming Tombs.

In the early days of the founding of the people's Republic of China, under the leadership of the government, he excavated several imperial tombs in the Ming Tombs and took out dozens of boxes of cultural relics that shocked the world.

But many people know that what they lose is far greater than what they get by digging the imperial mausoleum without permission. Because of the immature technology at that time, many precious calligraphy and paintings buried in the ground for hundreds of years turn into dust at the speed that can be seen by the naked eye when they encounter the air.

Oxidation.

In the underground imperial mausoleum, it's already a vacuum. Those things can be kept for a long time. Once they meet the flowing air, they will deteriorate and oxidize.

It is said that when the Dongling robber sun dianying blew up the tomb of Empress Dowager Cixi, he once saw the shuilingling longevity peach on the incense table in the underground palace. The peach with fresh leaves soon oxidized into a pile of black powder, just like the current picture of crushing with a touch.

But those things are in a vacuum, and they will be oxidized only when they meet oxygen. But this painting is always in the world. How can it be oxidized in a short time?

Mr. Gao, a semi illiterate, could not understand what Wang Chen, a senior intellectual, could not understand. He kept bending down for half a day, then suddenly opened his mouth and breathed: "Hoo!"

With the tone of high flying, the portrait suddenly turned into a piece of powder, fluttering, and soon disappeared.

"It's really evil."

Gao Fei gets up and looks at Wang Chen, hoping that she can give an explanation.

But the daze of Xiaochen's sister's face made him give up the idea of asking for advice.

Gao Fei came to Fang's old house this time just to see if Shangguan Fengling has left anything here.

Of course, he also wanted to take the picture.

Now it's a pile of powder, with blood on the threshold and floor, and only some old-fashioned furniture left in the main hall and side rooms - nothing else.

After walking through several rooms, Gao Fei sighed: "let's go. It's just an old house that hasn't been lived for decades."

Wang Chen stares at the wall where the picture is hanging, slightly tilts his chin and asks, "Gao Fei, did you notice that the woman in the picture, her left index finger holding Yu Ruyi, actually points to one direction?"

"I didn't notice."

Goofy shook his head.

He didn't notice that when he came in.

Wang Chen didn't speak. He went to the wall, turned around and leaned against the wall. He took the woman's posture in the picture: his right hand was hanging out of his leg, and he made a decision. His left thumb and middle finger made the posture of holding things, but his index finger pointed to the west wall.

Gao Fei stared at her for a long time, but he didn't see the reason: "well, it seems that it's this posture, but what's the point?"

But Wang Chen said, "give me your lighter."

Taking the lighter that Gao Gaofei handed over, Wang Chen imitated the action of the portrait woman and explained: "generally speaking, when people hold a large thing like Yu Ruyi, even if they don't use the most powerful index finger to fix it, they curl it to help the middle finger straighten the object. They shouldn't stretch out the index finger and point in a certain direction alone. Although there is no charm in the eyes of the portrait, the clothes and even the clouds on the portrait are so delicate, which shows that the painter is a person who pays great attention to details. How can he draw this gesture that goes against the normal action? "

Gao Fei looked at the west wall, frowned slightly and said, "do you mean that the painter intended to imply what was on the wall there through the action of the portrait which was against the custom?"

Wang Chen replied, "even if it's a search, it's not hard, is it?"

"Yes."

Gao Fei nodded, walked quickly to the west wall, raised his hand, bent his fingers and knocked them on the wall with his knuckles.

"It's better to use bricks and tiles and so on."

Wang Chen said, quickly out of the house, and then come in, already took the fast brick.

Looking at the sound of the brick on the wall, it's very dull. It's solid.

"No way."

Wang Chen shook his head: "the height is not right, the portrait is hanging on the wall, and I am standing on the ground."

"Come here."

Gao Fei goes to the front wall, pulls the eight immortals table to one side, bends down to pick up Wang Chen and puts it on the table.

Wang Chen leaned back against the wall, once again imitating the woman in the portrait, holding the lighter, stretched out his left index finger and pointed to the west wall.

Wang Chen is tall and slender, almost as high as the woman in the portrait. He raises his left hand as high as the woman in the portrait: "just follow this height and knock it again. Maybe you will find something."

"Ha ha, you are very careful, but I don't think you can find anything."

Gao Fei laughs with disapproval and drags a chair to the west wall. Standing on it, he raises the green brick and knocks it from the corner to the south.

Bang, bang - goofy banged nearly two meters south along this height. The sound of the blue brick banging on the wall was as dull as ever.

"It seems to be just a coincidence."

Gao Fei leans forward to the south, and then falls off his chair. When he is ready to give up beating, the brick hits the wall, but makes a "Dong" sound.

"Empty!"

Gao Fei and Wang Chen called in unison.

When Wang Chen bent down to climb down the table, Gao Fei had moved his chair and stood up again, beating the wall with green bricks.

Dong, Dong!

The sound from the wall clearly told them that it was empty inside.