"You can put everything else first." Old Li waved his hand and smiled, "Do you know what the key point is?"

I watched him not speak.

He pointed to the notebook that was still in my hand, and pointed to Wang Ben: "I roughly heard some tricks, that is, you are not an ordinary person, and you seem to be able to predict the future, right? OK, I just think you have the ability to predict. But you seem to have overlooked a detail. The pen he used to write this thing was given to him. Why did you give him a pen? What's the special thing about the pen you gave him?"

I shook my head. Just to fool the excited Wang Ben, I followed him and said that I was the person I had contacted with him. I was not really that person, so how could I know what happened between the two of them?

Old Li waved his hand again: "The name Li Xiaoju was my drunkard father who drank too much and went to register for a household registration. I was a chef and really worked in a five-star hotel. All this may be just a coincidence, but I think the problem lies with that pen."

"Okay." I interrupted him and turned to Wang Ben, and saw the fear in Wang Ben's eyes before I could speak.

"If his tongue was cut off 'today' night, then he should be really scared." The person who spoke was Lao Li, "Okay, it's not too late to talk about some things later. Let's go and see No. 23 first. No, what's wrong with No. 23 A."

The three of them walked along the roadside to the parking position just now. When they looked up, there was a mottled door sign No. 24. Look at the middle of the door, there was a round mark. There should have been something blocked there, and it took a long time, so the marks were left.

The mirror, which was taken away by the driver, should be the mirror.

A mirror is hung on the door. The owner of No. 24 seems not very kind.

After passing through the street, the store opposite was the one who entered the man and woman just now. The door sign was indeed No. 23, Tanjiaqiao Lane, but there was an extra ‘A’.

I subconsciously shook my head. There must be a difference between No. 23 and No. 23. Wang Xi's remnant soul made it clear. It was No. 23, not No. 23.

"Young man in the north, don't you know how messy the door signs were here? Did you say that Lao Li is still the one who spoke... and that's only Lao Li? "If you don't say it's far, just say that the door numbers of some small alleys and streets are so messy that they can't be impossible. Is this a good thing? Some places? The names of the streets have been changed, and some houses still have old door signs? For example, the entire alley is a certain number in Wangjiaqiao Lane? There is a family that is across the road and refuses to change the new door sign? There is also an old brand of Wangjiajing Lane. "

The phenomenon he mentioned actually exists in some places in my hometown county town? But it seems that it does not serve as a reference at this time. Because Cao Xinyun disappeared in the alley next door, and the courtyard where he disappeared was Li Heizi's house. In the direction? It is back to back with No. 24 opposite.

I thought about it and asked Lao Li: "You said you have opened a food stall here for more than a dozen years..."

Before I could finish speaking, Lao Li shook his head and said, "Don't ask me about this? I'm really not familiar with this area."

He showed a smirk at the corner of his mouth? He spread his hands: "Don't forget? Even if I'm not a fictional one, I'm still an 'outsider'. I'm doing business, why are you doing in the alley?"

The king ran towards me to speak sign language.

I understood what he meant, and I was furious. He wanted us to go in No. 23 to check, but the front door was locked? I had to go around the back and climb over the wall.

Thinking of the woman and man who were acting weirdly just now, I decided to go in No. 23 first to take a look. But Wang Ben seemed to suddenly think of something, grabbed me and looked at me with a strange look.

"Speak up if you have anything!" I felt that I couldn't hold it back and was about to explode. There were too many things that were stupid. Not to mention that it could make people crazy, it would also make the clay Buddha angry.

Wang Ben took out the book just now and hurriedly turned to a page to show me.

I patiently read a passage of text that was scratched by his fingers, and it felt ridiculous.

I shook my windbreaker and asked Wang Ben: "This clothes are like Lao Li, and they are also the 'supplement' you use to make your own fiction?"

Wang Ben nodded and gestured: I have written too many things over the years, so I forgot about this. Among the things Li Xiaoju collected, this windbreaker tube is of great use.

"You're such a crazy person," I cursed, "Do you really think that all the things you wrote can become real? 'The windbreaker you get from the ghost's hands, along with the different dimension, can take out magic weapons from your pocket at any time'. If you can take out the master key from your clothes, it will really become the dormant's pocket..."

Before I finished speaking, I was stunned. The fingertips of my hand that was originally inserted into my windbreaker's pocket felt like I was touching something cold.

I took it out and saw that it was a really weird key.

Old Li was also stunned, but then said, "Since this is not the real world, what strange thing can't happen?"

I looked at the key in my hand, then at Wang Ben, and turned around and inserted the key into the keyhole in the store door.

It is said to be a key, but it is actually a very narrow metal piece with many jagged metal pieces on the front and both sides.

I don't know what metal it is, it is very thin, but it has good elasticity and restoration.

The metal plate was easily inserted into the keyhole, and just tried to twist it back and forth a few times, and then the lock spring jumped out.

Pull out the metal plate and check it carefully, I understand the principle of unlocking this thing. When inserted, the saw teeth are pressed and bent, and they will bounce open when they encounter gaps. They will be forced and then bent and pushed forward until all the springs are inserted and fixed by the bounced serration.

As long as it is not a particularly modern anti-theft lock, it can be almost opened using this method, let alone an old plug-in lock.

This is really a master key.

I put the "key" into my trouser pocket, and then went to my windbreaker pocket to touch it, while looking at Wang Ben with a questioning mouth.

Wang Ben talks sign language: Don't worry, there is no one inside.

This time, I thought about any door in my mind, shrank the flashlight, and finally thought of taking out a pencil sharpener from my windbreaker's pocket. I all agreed that this is a magical magic world.

However, the fact is that except for the previous master key, nothing appeared in the pocket.

Old Li also has a frigid side, he also knows sign language, and as soon as Wang Ben finished his movements, he pushed the door open.

The old shop, the old-fashioned wooden door opened with a slight "creak", and the inside was dark and the general outline could not be seen clearly for a while.

Lao Li turned on the flashlight directly. Before I could blame him for being reckless, I was shocked by the scene in the store.

This is a small shop that sells tobacco, alcohol and groceries, an old-fashioned grocery store.

There are still such small shops now, but they are not rare. What is rare is that I went to this shop with Yan Fengwei and Cao Xinyun last night.

The counters, shelves and all the furnishings in this store are exactly the same as the one we went to Sanhe County last night to shelter from the rain!

There was indeed no one in the store. In order to confirm some things, I walked in and walked to the old counter and looked at the cigarettes inside through the glass. I was eating instant noodles on this counter at that time. As a smoker, I couldn't help but take a few more glances. The cigarettes on the counter are arranged in the order of the arrangement of last night. And there are several brands of cigarettes inside, which seem to have been discontinued, including Pegasus.

Wang Ben pulled me and pointed to a door leading to the back.

At this time, Lao Li had turned off the electric door. The three of them called a flashlight and walked through the back door unscrupulously to the yard.

The decoration of the yard is different from what I saw last night, but the layout of the houses behind it is exactly the same.

"Did we not go to Sanhe last night, but were fascinated and came here later?"

I asked Wang Ben: "Did this No. 23 A change the door license now?"

Wang Ben shook his hand: This row of houses was demolished in early years.

"Then hell is really evil." I cursed quietly, and saw Wang running towards one of the rooms in the backyard, and immediately followed without hesitation.

I remember it was true that this room was the triple room we lived in last night.

The door is also locked.

This time I was too lazy to use the master key, so I directly inserted a bank card through the crack of the door, pulled it up and down, and the old-fashioned plug lock opened.

The reason I was blatant is that I had some understanding of Wang Ben's character and believed some of his statements.

I am now in. I will not talk about the "world" he wrote and described. But from Wang Ben's various manifestations, he knew everything else that happened except Lao Li and the two variables of scorpion under the stone slab in his yard.

I believe that this was the night when he was cut off his tongue and turned into a mute 21 years ago. No matter whether it was a "story" or not, he would instinctively fear it. In fact, he had never stopped trembling since the beginning. He dared to come in and said that there was no one inside. It was probably the night many years ago. After he climbed over the wall, he did not see anyone.

But if this is the case, what about the man and woman who came in before? Wouldn't it disappear out of thin air like Cao Xinyun?

The moment the door opened, I suddenly remembered something. I snatched Lao Li's flashlight, hurried back to the front, and lit it from the door to the ground. When I saw it, my eyelids leaped.

"It's really here!"

After entering the room last night, Yan Fengwei said that there is a "treasure" in the inconspicuous small shop and hotel.

Yan Fengwei, who is most sensitive to antiques, saw that there were nine gold bricks specially used for the ancient palace among the floor tiles when entering the store.

At present, there are really a few special floor tiles on the floor in front of this shop.

The side length is about half a meter, and it is square, because it is covered with dust, and it doesn't look very eye-catching. But if you look closely, you can see the simplicity and thickness of it. Except for a few pieces, the other floor tiles have similar shapes and sizes on the surface, but at first glance they are produced by modern craftsmanship.

I counted and found that it was really nine gold bricks, which were placed from the door of the store to the back door.

I originally wanted to pry up a piece to see if, as Yan Fengwei said, there were seals for the supervision of the dynasty on the side of the brick, and whether there were names of kiln factories and craftsmen. However, the nine gold bricks were closely spaced with other ordinary floor tiles, and there was no suitable tool, so I couldn't start.

"I almost missed it." A voice suddenly rang behind me.

My heart trembled and I turned around suddenly, but Lao Li followed me quietly.

He looked down at the ground with an ugly expression.

I asked him, "What do you miss? Do you understand antiques too?"

Lao Li shook his head: "I don't know any antiques, but in addition to seeing and distinguishing ghosts, I can also smell some special smells. Of course, I am not a dog, I can smell it, but I have to smell it carefully."

"What did you smell?" I asked.

"The smell of dead bones." Old Li whispered, "I don't understand antiques, but looking at you so seriously, I can see that these tiles are different from other things. One thing is that the dead energy under these bricks is very heavy, and they are dead bones."

He squatted down, reached out and wiped a hand between the gap between the gold bricks and the floor tiles next to him, put his fingers to his nose and smelled them, his face became even more gloomy and even terrified:

"Be good, I think it's not just a bone of one person. The bottom of this head should be made of human bones. The ash in the caulking is also human bone meal, more than one or two, three or four, at least hundreds of people's bone meal!"

I nodded silently.

At this point, I have been 90% sure that even if I am once again confused and entered the illusion, at least Wang Ben and Li Xiaoju are not part of the group.

The logic is too simple. If it is a game, the purpose should be very simple. If you want my life, you can do it to this extent. It would be easy to kill me; if it is to delay time and confuse me, it would be reasonable, but Lu Xin insisted that what you are experiencing now is different from last night and must not be an ordinary illusion.

His basis is simpler, with two points: one, intuition; two, after being prepared, he has a special method, which can 100% accurately determine whether he is awake. He did not say what that method was, but he was very confident.

I communicated with Lu Xin in a conscious manner, and one of the final results - Wang Ben and Li Xiaoju cannot be part of the "country". Both of them are just special circumstances.

Special, special.

Wang Ben and Li Xiaoju are so special.

I suddenly thought of someone for no reason - Blind Liu.

He is a master of Feng Shui and geomantics.

Feng Shui...

Why do I suddenly think of Feng Shui?

Old Li suddenly said: "One general succeeds and thousands of bones are undone."

I instinctively looked at him with a "ah".

He shook his head slightly and said, "I suddenly remembered a person, no, a saying that a ghost often said. 'A general succeeded in thousands of bones blew', he said. I am sure that the floor tiles, at least under the tiles, laid the bone powder of hundreds, or even more people. Isn't this true? "

"The person you mentioned...what is that ghost?" I also found it strange and asked casually.

Lao Li said: "It's a monk, a ghost monk. Two years ago, about two years ago, he went to my food stall to beg for alms. I made him a bowl of vegetarian noodles for free, but added lard to the bottom of the bowl. He even drank all the soup. Finally, he praised me: 'Yousheng Imperial Chef'."

My heart thumped for no reason.
Chapter completed!