Chapter 905 The tear mole in the corner of the eye
While drawing, my father said quickly: "Now he completely ignores what the Celestial Masters think of him. The situation is probably changing. Whether he is looking for something to do with your fourth uncle or grandma, or exposing the chief Celestial Master, you must be quick!
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While talking, my father put the last stroke on the paper, and a vividly drawn old man appeared on the paper.
There is a tear mole in the corner of the old man's right eye.
The first thing I knew was that my father's paintings were so good.
"Judging from the clothes of this guardian spirit, he should be a Celestial Master from around the 1930s and 1940s. Just look for the Celestial Master's files from around 50 years ago. It shouldn't be difficult to find." Dad said and handed over the painting.
It's in my hands.
I took the painting handed over by my father and asked him with some confusion: "Dad, how did you know Zhou Ying would make a move? Did you find out any news?"
"The fact that he had murderous intentions towards Venerable She in public today shows that he is no longer afraid that anyone will doubt him!"
Lu Xiaohong said with a solemn face: "There are only two possibilities for this situation. First, he is confident. Except for a few Tianshi Mansion, all the others in the Tianshi Mansion have been bribed by him. His purpose of doing this is to scare the monkeys.
Second, he will make big moves in the near future and has already made plans to expose his identity, so it is a good idea to remove an obstacle before his identity is exposed.
So no matter what the possibility is, we must expose him before he attacks us and gain more support."
So that’s it!
I nodded to express my understanding. No wonder he would attack She Mang in front of all the heavenly masters. At that time, I was still thinking that his actions were tantamount to seeking death, for fear that others would not know that he had a problem.
Thinking of this, I suddenly thought of Coffin Xiaoen. This kid can read minds. If he saw what Zhou Ying was thinking when he attacked She Mang, wouldn't he know whether Zhou Ying was emboldened or wanted to do something?
"Xiao En, did you see what the chief heavenly master was thinking when he took action?" I turned to look at Coffin Xiao En and asked.
"No!"
Coffin Xiaoen shook his head and said, "There is someone crying in that person's heart. He is crying so loudly that I can't hear anything else clearly."
Someone is crying?
Could it be that Chen Chaoran's soul swallowed by Zhou Ying is still hidden in Zhou Ying's body and has not completely died?
But this question can only be known after Zhou Ying dies and his soul leaves the body.
Zhou Ying's method of devouring souls can be said to be almost perfect. There is absolutely no instability or disharmony in the soul from the chief heavenly master.
"Don't worry about the others for now."
Dad quickly said to me and Lu Xiaohong: "Before the farewell party starts and no one goes upstairs yet, you go to the archives first!"
As he spoke, he took out a silver metal plate from his body and handed it to Lu Xiaohong, "This is the key card for the archives room."
He glanced at Xiao En and Shi Shi and said, "Xiao En is my apprentice, so he will go to the farewell party with me, and Shi Shi will be with you."
After saying that, he reopened the door, took a look outside, and turned to us: "Go quickly!"
Lu Xiaohong nodded, pulled Shi Shi and I out, and quickly headed towards the stairs.
There were still faint sounds of conversation in the lobby on the first floor. The corridor was quiet and there was no one.
The journey was smooth and smooth.
The archives room is on the fifth floor. The layout of this floor is roughly the same as that of the second floor, except that the gaps between each door are farther apart and there are no windows.
Lu Xiaohong led us straight towards the double metal door on the far left.
The silver metal stuck lightly on the pillar next to the door. With a soft "ding" sound, the door slowly slid open to both sides.
A faint scent of paper and ink overflowed from inside.
Before the door was fully opened, Lu Xiaohong quickly pulled Shi Shi and I in, pressed the button on the door with his backhand, and closed the door again.
The space is very large, with stacks of yellow kraft paper file boxes placed vertically on rows of metal shelves. On the side of the box are the name of Tianshi and the time of entry into Tianshi's Mansion.
Walking back along the metal shelf, there is an ebony shelf, with yellowed thread-bound booklets neatly arranged, divided into small grids. The color of the labels attached to each grid has not faded, but the white paper has become seriously yellowed.
, it looks like it should be older.
This work is a bit complicated. We only have a portrait drawn by our father, so we have to take the file box off the shelf and find the portrait of the Celestial Master inside to compare with the photo to know whether it is the file of that guardian spirit.
Fortunately, our memories are not very bad. After looking at the portraits for a few times, we can basically remember them. When we find the photos in the file box, we don’t need to take out the portraits to compare.
Unless there are very similar ones.
I did find a few Celestial Masters who looked similar to those in my father's portrait, but I couldn't see the obvious tear mole in the corner of my eye.
He was a Celestial Master who entered the Celestial Master's Mansion in the 1930s and died of illness in the 1980s.
There are a total of three photos in the file box, all of which are black and white. Because they have been taken for so long, the photos are a little yellowish and blurry. If the tear mole on the portrait is removed, the eyebrows and eyes will be almost exactly the same as those drawn by my father.
I took out the folded portrait and put it in my pocket and compared it with the photo. Not only the facial features, but also the clothes were the same.
The old man painted by my father was wearing a black stand-up collared gown, and the old man in the photo also wore the same clothes.
I compared it, and even had some suspicion that the tear stain on the corner of the old man's eye in the portrait was a drop of ink accidentally dropped by my father.
But my father is always cautious in his work, so there should be no such big omissions.
After thinking about it, I felt uneasy after all, so I took out my mobile phone and took pictures of all the photos and life stories in the file, as well as the location of the shrine where the old man died.
On the other side, Lu Xiaohong and Shi Shi also found nothing.
Lu Xiaohong heard the sound of me taking pictures, came over and asked: "Nanny, have you found it?"
"It shouldn't be considered a found one!"
I showed the photos and portraits to Lu Xiaohong, "The person dad drew seems to have a tear mole at the corner of his eye, but there is no tear mole in this photo."
Lu Xiaohong looked at the photos, then at the portraits. The photos and archive documents were put into the archive box and stuffed back on the shelf.
"They probably just look alike. Dad is careful and won't make such mistakes. Let's look carefully." Lu Xiaohong said softly.
I nodded, changed the shelf, and started searching again.
Suddenly there was the sound of soft footsteps outside the archives door.
Lu Xiaohong and I looked at each other, quickly stuffed the file box in our hands back on the shelf, and turned around to go behind the innermost shelf.
Fourteen was squatting down and pulling out a file box from the shelf to open. Lu Xiaohong was about to take the box from Fourteen and stuff it back when a soft "ding" sound came from the door.
Lu Xiaohong quickly gave Fourteen a hand, and the three of us pressed our backs against the shelf tightly, holding our breaths and not daring to move.