What’s even more strange is that one of the bedrooms facing west and north is decorated with a very old-style old-fashioned flower bed. This kind of bed is almost impossible to see in cities nowadays, and it is extremely rare even in the countryside.
The carving of this old-fashioned flower bed is very exquisite, and the wood is also of high quality.
But it can't stand the age, and there is an old-fashioned air everywhere. It looks more like an antique, and its artistic value and collection value far exceed its practical value.
But why is this old-fashioned flower bed covered with quilts?
Could it be said that Zhao Shouyin is so nostalgic?
wrong.
This room is obviously not occupied by Zhao Shouyin.
Because, next to the old-fashioned flower bed, there is an equally old dressing table.
On the front of the dressing table is a large oval mirror, which has been wiped clean without any dust.
The dressing table was also spotless and very clean. There was a dressing box on the corner.
The dressing box, whose paint was almost peeling off, actually contained ancient things such as a comb, a mirror, an eyebrow razor, an eyebrow pencil, powder, rouge, and lipstick.
What’s even more incredible is that there is a foreign painting hanging on the wall. Judging from the content and texture of the painting, I am afraid it is hundreds of years old?
The whole room gives people a nostalgic feeling.
The ultimate antiquity.
This is not artificial oldness, but an extremely real antiquity that has accumulated over the years. It feels like a room has been moved from the time and space of a hundred years ago to modern times.
There is also a pair of embroidered shoes under the bed. They are very old, but they are clean, with not a trace of dust visible. It is as if there is a housewife who works hard to take care of the house every day, keeping the house spotless and in order.
When Lao Han saw Jiang Yue standing silently in this room for a long time, he couldn't help but ask: "Xiao Jiang, what do you think he is doing?"
"Who do you think lives in this room?" Jiang Yue asked.
"Guest room? Or Zhao Shouyin's golden house hiding her beauty?" Old Han thought for a while and couldn't find any reasonable explanation.
"It's not Zhao Shouyin's bedroom anyway, his room is over there."
Zhao Shouyin's bedroom faced inside and was very simply decorated. Except for a bed, a cabinet, and an old-fashioned writing desk, there was nothing else.
There is not even a TV in the room, which can be described as a minimalist lifestyle.
Jiang Yue checked around the bedside and cabinets, but didn't see anything interesting.
There is another room facing south, which has no furnishings except a large cabinet.
The cabinet was opened, and the content inside was extremely rich.
All kinds of old cheongsams, culottes, and pullovers are hung all over a wardrobe. The styles are all kinds of strange, but they all have one thing in common: old!
It is a kind of oldness that has been truly polished over time, and is definitely not artificially aged.
Opening this cabinet is like suddenly traveling back to more than a hundred years ago and opening the wardrobe of a wealthy lady.
A cabinet with a dazzling array of clothing showcases the hostess's clothing and love for beauty.
Below are layers of low cabinets.
When I opened it, I saw pairs of ancient flowered shoes inside, with different colors and shapes, but without exception, they were all the same ones from hundreds of years ago.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Yue and Lao Han couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity. Did they travel back in time more than a hundred years ago?
Although the clothes and shoes are old, after looking through them, I can't find any traces of anything strange.
Jiang Yue and Lao Han were a little disappointed and walked out of the room.
When he just reached the door, Jiang Yue walked back again. He walked around the room, thoughtfully.
wrong.
From a Feng Shui perspective, there is obviously something wrong with this matter.
In fact, even a novice who doesn’t understand Feng Shui should know this.
When building houses in villages and towns, people always pay attention to facing south. Not only does it have good lighting, but it also provides protection from shade and wind.
This is not just Feng Shui theory.
From a scientific point of view, it is common sense that a bedroom facing south, which gets better sunlight, is good for people's physical and mental health.
But on the second floor of Zhao Shouyin's house, of the two south-facing rooms, only one is used, and the other is used for stacking clothes?
If there is only one bed in the house, this is normal for an old bachelor.
But there are two beds on the second floor of his house!
The other bed was chosen to face the northwest, which is the darkest and least conducive to lighting. This obviously goes against common sense in life.
Especially for houses with this kind of wooden structure, on rainy days, rooms that don't get enough sunlight on weekdays will definitely have a rotten smell.
Unless, this room is not for people to live in!
This thought flashed through Jiang Yue's mind, and Jiang Yue himself was startled.
But it just so happens that once this idea arises, it spreads like a vine and is out of control.
"Old Han, if this was your house and there were only two beds, which two rooms would you choose?"
"Of course they are the two facing south, is there any need to ask?" Old Han answered smoothly, and then his expression changed with shock, "Yes, why does the other bedroom in his house face west by north? There is obviously one facing south.
Bedroom?"
"The beauty hidden in the golden house is not so shady, right?"
Old Han frowned.
Sangou, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "Second brother, when I was young, my father would often secretly learn some Feng Shui techniques behind my grandfather's back. I often heard him say something like, if the three yangs don't shine, the gloom will be so dark.
, there are many demons and ghosts hiding..."
Sangou has never been a learned person, but this sentence reveals a hint of knowledge.
Although he heard it from his father.
Jiang Yue nodded thoughtfully. What Sangou said was exactly what he was thinking just now.
Instead of choosing a room with plenty of light, choose a dimly lit, dark room as your bedroom.
Where is this place for people to live?
This is obviously for ghosts!
Female ghost?
Jiang Yue inexplicably remembered the photo on the altar table downstairs, and the frightened Yang Cong.
Could it be that this room is really prepared for ghosts?
Does this Zhao Shouyin have an unknown love affair?
this……
The taste is a bit too strong, a bit beyond imagination!
After walking around the second floor, I still had the same feeling, everything was weird, but I still couldn't find any solid evidence.
"Let's go to the third floor and have a look." Jiang Yue just finished speaking.
The corridor on the third floor suddenly creaked. The frequency of the sound was like someone sprinting up the stairs as fast as possible.
The wooden stairs creaked when stepped on.
Anyone?
The three of them walked up quickly. The wooden stairs were empty. There was not even a single person there.
A big lock lies at the end of the stairs on the third floor.
The entire third floor is actually a closed structure, with a key hanging on a door to prevent visitors from entering the stairs.
"Hammer!" Jiang Yue was not polite at all.
He raised his arm and was about to smash it down. Suddenly, there was a violent cough in the room on the third floor.
The coughing sound was rapid and violent, like a patient suffering from lung disease desperately trying to cough up the turbid air in his lungs.
"Who?" Jiang Yue asked in a low voice with his hammer hanging in the air.
"Giggle, giggle..." What answered him was a burst of weird laughter. This laughter was extremely abnormal. It didn't sound like a normal person at all. It was like a group of bats suddenly bursting out of a dark cave, making that unsettling sound.
A creepy squeaking scream.
Then, another shrill scream came from the room, and then there was the sound of knives chopping the chopping board, which seemed to be mixed with the sound of saws cutting bones.
The squeaking sound of saws tortured Jiang Yue and the others' nerves.
Just listening to these sounds outside the door, you can completely imagine that an extremely brutal massacre is taking place inside, with blood flying and minced meat flying everywhere, and the scenes are bloody and horrifying.
If you are timid, just the sound will scare you to the point of peeing.
Old Han grabbed the gun and pointed at the door, staring at the door lock with a serious look on his face.
Jiang Yue snorted coldly and struck down with a heavy hammer.
The door lock snapped, Jiang Yue kicked the door open and broke in roughly.
It was as if the sound in the room was suddenly blocked and disappeared completely.
The door was pushed open, and the layout of the third floor was unusually wide.
The third floor has no partitions. It is one to two hundred square meters and is completely open. There are only four pillars supporting the roof beams so that the house has enough bearing capacity.
The most eye-catching thing is not the pillars, but a huge sand table in the middle of the empty third floor, covering dozens or hundreds of square meters, occupying half of the space on the third floor.
Although Jiang Yue rarely visits the sales department of real estate projects, he has seen the sand table in the sales department.
But this was the first time Jiang Yue had seen such a big sandbox.
Moreover, in terms of exquisite workmanship, this sand table is even better than the developer's sand table!
"Three dogs, don't touch!"
When Jiang Yue saw the three dogs approaching, he immediately stopped.
What Lao Han and San Gou saw was just a sand table, but Jiang Yue saw more.
There is a huge sand table on the third floor. Anyone who comes up and sees this exquisitely crafted sand table at first sight will be attracted by it and will never notice other details.
Jiang Yue is one of the rare exceptions.
What he saw was something other than a sand table!