3 The sound of water bubbles in Xunfu Garden. The sunset has begun to set in the west, and dusk will fall in half an hour. If our car does not speed up, we may have to drive for a while.
I was about to remind Xiao Kereng of this when she suddenly changed her tone of confusion and raised her hand to point to the cluster of mountains directly in front of her: "Mr. Feng, I have information that shows that since last Christmas,
, Guan Baoling has entered Fengqiao Temple six times and met with two eminent monks. What she seeks advice on is how to use authentic Japanese Buddhism to get rid of 'black witchcraft'. Moreover, every time she comes, she will spend the night in Fengqiao Temple.
Wait until one o'clock in the morning and pray by the 'Well of Spirituality'..."
Fans of celebrities will know everything about their idols, including what movies they have recently filmed and what commercials they have accepted, as well as where to eat, where to shop, and where to date. Xiao Kereng said,
He knew everything about Guan Baoling's behavior in Fengge Temple, and he knew everything in detail, which was a standard "Guan-style fan" style.
I have to admire Xiao Kereng's ability to associate. Looking at it step by step, what she said makes sense. The tycoon fell into the trap, and the confidante came to help. The 'Psychic Well' is the most sacred and effective divination place for the Japanese...
The filming location for Guan Baoling's latest film is in the suburbs of Tokyo, Japan. The drive here is very smooth.
"Even if she does this, what does it prove? We are businessmen, not private investigators or third-rate tabloid reporters, right?" I didn't take Xiao Kereng's paparazzi behavior seriously.
She was silent again, but she obviously increased the accelerator, and the car speed increased.
In my eyes, the news in the entertainment industry has no credibility, just like the fireworks that bloom in the sky on festival days. At first glance, they look bright and colorful, but after burning, they are just a pile of cold residue, nothing worth remembering.
Meaning. Whether the tycoon is related to Guan Baoling or not, it is a trivial matter to outsiders like us.
The ones that are closely related to me are probably the search for my elder brother Yang Tian and the visit to the "vegetative" Tengjia.
At this time, Toka had been taken back to Japan by Toshio Watanabe, the Japanese Minister of Security, and was in Fengkakuji Temple. Her coma has become my biggest worry.
"What is recorded in the "Biluo Huangquan Sutra"? Through this set of sutras, can we get some effective clues to search for the elder brother? As long as Tengjia wakes up, all the confusion related to the sutras will be solved - if Chengru dies
Yano Kamiji said that the Sutra brings together all the mysterious places on the earth and reveals all the unknown huge secrets. Isn’t it another inestimable ‘treasure book’ that transcends the centuries?”
Thinking of the past story of the tiger stealing the scriptures in the desert, I would often be irritated to the point of going crazy. If the scriptures were still there, I could at least ask some text experts to interpret them, and I wouldn’t have to rely on Tengjia’s awakening like I do now.
What's the point of taking away the scriptures? Is he just trying to please Tang Xin? If Tang Xin really obtained the secret to unify the world and bring chaos to the world through this set of scriptures, then Tiger would be the sinner of the whole society and would never be forgiven.
Next, I will visit Fengqiao Temple again and try my best to bring Toka's accident to a happy ending. Since I can rescue her from the ancient well of the pyramid, I believe that I will be able to wake her up again.
Before the sun set, the car arrived at the core villa of the resort, a two-story white granite villa built on the mountain.
It is a building complex composed of a protruding two-story main building and evenly spread out bungalows on both wings, like a white albatross just about to spread its wings and fly. The background of the building complex is a mountain of desolate shrubs, fallen leaves and bare trees.
Exposed blue rocks.
Looking further into the distance, on the top of the mountain due to the north of the building complex, a seven-story ruby-white spire stands tall and straight, piercing the twilight sky.
"Mr. Feng, that is the most famous 'Tower of the Dead' in Hokkaido. Everyone in Japan knows that it was a magic weapon used by eminent monks during the shogunate era to 'suppress the sea eye'. It is even openly printed like this in travel magazines.
The 'Undersea God's Tomb' under the tower is here to attract tourists."
Xiao Keleng drove the car skillfully, passed through the thick black electric iron gate, entered the wall also made of white granite, and drove until it stopped at the entrance of the main building.
This vast manor is extremely quiet. The two-lane concrete road I just drove through is lined with tall birch trees. The lawn under the trees is full of half-dried leaves. When I got out of the car and went back
When I looked around, I felt that the manor felt too desolate, and all the buildings were immersed in darkness and lifeless.
There is a plaque with silver characters on a black background hanging above the main entrance, which reads "Xunfu Garden" in three large Chinese characters.
"Mr. Scalpel has specifically ordered that no outsiders are allowed to stay here in Xunfu Garden except for routine cleaning. Sister Su Lun informed me that when Mr. Feng arrived, it was as if Mr. Scalpel came in person.
, everything will be handled by Mr. Feng."
Xiao Kereng pushed open the white front door, took the lead into the large living room, and turned on the huge crystal chandelier on the top of the living room. With the light, the haze in my heart dissipated a lot, and then I realized that my stomach had begun to growl.
It screamed.
The furnishings in the living room are very simple. On the right side is a huge black fireplace, which is clean and free of ashes. In the front is a white cowhide sofa arranged in a square array, which is extremely wide and generous, surrounded by a white square oak coffee table.
In the middle. As for the right side, except for the wooden stairs leading to the second floor, there are no extra decorations.
On the front wall, there is a rectangular splash-ink landscape painting hanging, which almost takes up the entire wall, but there is no inscription on it, so it is difficult to tell what year it was and who it was.
"Isn't it too crude?" Xiao Ke sneered. Ever since she saw Guan Baoling's Mercedes-Benz, her emotions were suppressed, and she has only begun to recover slowly now.
Indeed, the furnishings in this big house are extremely simple, without even the most basic television and audio equipment. It is a bit like a Buddhist retreat, where the temptations of sensuality and pleasure have been eliminated in advance.
Xiao Kereng dialed a number and arranged for someone to deliver dinner.
I was really hungry, and the growling sound in my stomach made her snicker.
In Scalpel's will, he specifically mentioned Xunfuyuan Villa and suspected that there was some kind of secret hidden in this villa.
I came here with high hopes, but when I saw such a clean environment, I was basically half discouraged. If this house has any special secrets, even if there are 10,000 secrets in the day-to-day cleaning,
It had been completely discovered and made public long ago.
Looking around the empty living room, I felt dejectedly that if I wanted to find something, I might have to dig three feet into the ground or dismantle the entire villa - but looking for my big brother Yang Tian is my Hokkaido Blessing Garden
The most important goal of the trip is to persevere in finding clues even if Su Lun is not around and fighting alone.
I walked up the stairs to the second floor. Different from the bluestone floor on the first floor, the entire floor from the stairs to the second floor was paved with extremely expensive authentic maple wood floors, which were dark brown and the light was discernible.
There are three rooms on the second floor. In the middle is a large living room with a floor-to-ceiling viewing window. On the side of the window is a huge bronze warrior statue. A long sword hangs from the statue's waist, with both hands across its chest, holding a half-meter-long sword.
What a tall clock, the pendulum glowing with cyan light is swinging slowly.
On the left is the bedroom, and on the right is a study room lined with bookshelves that reach to the ceiling.
All the rooms have one thing in common, that is, they are all extremely clean. It can be imagined that under Xiao Kereng's careful care, workers will come in and clean them carefully every day, leaving no trace of dust behind.
Looking out of the large window, one can see the street outside the manor. The dark twilight has enveloped everything in sight. Only in extremely distant places can one occasionally see flickering lights. This lonely environment,
Coupled with the fact that it is winter when there are few people around, it looks extremely dark and desolate.
The mixed aroma of Japanese sushi, salmon sashimi, and lobster and seaweed soup came from the living room. I hurried downstairs and saw two Japanese girls in white clothes and hats placing dishes on the coffee table. Next to them was a black lacquer food box.
Inside, there are seven or eight plates of Japanese dishes with delicious colors and flavors laid out in layers.
Before starting to eat, I asked Xiao Kereng this question: "Have you read the books in the study? Or, are there any important notes, notes or the like in those books?
?”
In my briefcase, I still carry the notebook left by my elder brother. In addition, in the electronic notebook, there are copies of the deconstruction, inference, verification, and research of "Century" by experts from various countries-it can be said to include everything.
What is known about the prophetic book.
Since my eldest brother once lived in Xunfu Garden, I hope there will be something left in that study room.
Xiao Kereng sat opposite me and had no intention of accompanying me to dine. He quickly answered me with a wry smile: "There are more than 9,400 books in total, with Japanese, Russian and Chinese versions each accounting for one-third.
Most of the books, even the outermost plastic seals have not been cut off. From the cover to the inner pages, they are brand new, which shows that they have never been read. Last spring, when Mr. Scalpel came here for vacation, he hired ten
A worker, flipping through pages of a book, hoping to find something, but unfortunately..."
The tracking of the scalpel itself must be above me. What I think of, he has already thought of and done. This is not surprising.
I just read one of them, which is an academic book by the National Geological Institute of the United States on the exploration of the Bering Strait. The whole book is densely packed with data and charts, and it is extremely boring...
The two girls lit a fire in the fireplace, carried an easy chair covered with black velvet cushions to the side of the fireplace, brewed a pot of authentic Chinese jasmine tea, and placed it on the top of the fireplace.
Xiao Kereng secretly yawned, and his voice sounded a little tired: "Every time Mr. Scalpel comes over, he is always served by Anzi and Nobuko. After dinner, he will sit here and read a book until late at night.
Rest upstairs, I wonder if Mr. Feng also has this habit?"
Reading is not necessary. If you can curl up next to a warm fire and drink a cup of tea, it would be the most pleasant enjoyment...
After Xiao Kereng left with Anzi and Xinzi, I was the only one left in the large living room. They were just following the rules set by the scalpel before, and they all went to find another building 200 meters away to the east of Fuyuan.
Rest in the holiday villa, waiting for call at any time.
The night was very quiet, and the sound of sea waves lapping against the rocks could be heard faintly in the distance.
From the map, Muwanzhoushan looks like a lonely horn of Hokkaido stretching out to the sea. After entering this area, no matter where you stand, you can feel the sea breeze, sea lang, and the fishy smell of sea water.
The firewood in the fireplace was burning cracklingly, exuding the fresh woody fragrance of white birch trees. The tea leaves in the cup were spreading, which was authentic Chinese West Lake jasmine... I curled up on the easy chair and wrapped it with a thick blanket.
The whole thing was covered from the waist down, a wave of tiredness came over me, and I started to feel drowsy.
The long journey from Cairo to Hokkaido was exhausting all the way, and I was really tired. But before going to bed, I wanted to sort out my thoughts before arriving at Xunfu Garden - "What secrets are buried in this manor?"
?My eldest brother built so many villas around Fengqie Temple. It couldn't be just for commercial profits, right? According to Scalpel, before he started to build villas, the amount of deposits in his bank account was already close to astronomical figures."
I raised my head and looked at the exquisite crystal chandelier. Countless transparent bead chains were hanging down from the lamp holder, like water drops dripping from the eaves in summer. It was so refreshing and pleasing to the eye.
Now that the scalpel has gone through the study, of course nothing can be hidden there anymore. "The wall? The underground secret room? What is buried deep under the lawn..." Before the truth is revealed, all guesses are possible.
Suddenly, I heard an extremely clear sound of sea lang, as if it was ringing in my ears - no, it was not a simple sound of sea lang, but the strange sound of "gudong, gudong, gudong" of bubbles under the water. To be more precise,
, what I heard at this time seemed to be the sound of someone in a quiet swimming pool deliberately making bubbles at the bottom of the water and rolling to the surface.
I held my breath for a moment, raised my ears and listened: "It is indeed the sound of bubbles! It's absolutely true..." After hearing the sound for more than thirty times, I couldn't sit still anymore and jumped up.
I looked around on the ground, fearing that there would be some mysterious underground water gushing out.
There are many underground hot springs in Hokkaido, and the water level is very high. You can get hot spring water almost ten meters away from any place. However, Xiao Keleng did not say that there are springs in Xunfu Garden. Listen to the water bubbles
The sound it made was in this hall.
The floor in the hall is very empty, and you can see all the conditions clearly at a glance. The bluestone floor is very dry, there is no way for water to flow, and water bubbles appear. I reluctantly moved the sofa and coffee table, and then removed the carpet under the coffee table.
Lift it up - nothing unusual is found.
The sofa was so heavy, and I was in a panic and anxious mood, so my back was covered in cold sweat.
After a false alarm, I returned to the easy chair, frowning and comforting myself: "Is it an hallucination? Maybe it's an hallucination caused by hearing too much sea noise!"
After all this tossing, I lost all my sleep. Staring at the flames dancing in the fireplace, I felt extremely funny: "Why have you become so suspicious? Even if the scalpel suspects something weird in this villa, it won't... …”
"Gulu, Gulu, Gulu, Gulu..." The sound of bubbling water was heard again. It was absolutely real. It came to my ears so clearly. It was not an illusion at all. My eyes were fixed on the fireplace, where the sound came from. As the flames beat, the sound of water bubbles became louder and louder, almost becoming one continuous piece, as if a large piece of sea water was about to roll out of the fireplace.
Tick - a cold bead of sweat fell on the back of my hand, followed by another.
Crunch, crunch, crunch - it was the sound of my teeth that I couldn't help but gnash, one sound after another, and the muscles of my two arms resting on the armrests of the easy chair were all the time tightening desperately, and the clenched fists and finger bones were tightening even more. It makes a "bah-bah" sound when held.
It's simply too weird. If there is really a huge lang flowing out of the fireplace, I-the shape of the fireplace is simple and plain, two meters wide and one and a half meters high. It is made of a kind of black volcanic rock. There is nothing excessive. The luxurious decoration consists of a half-meter-tall bronze statue hanging directly above the fireplace.
It was a statue of an ancient Chinese man in a wide robe and long sleeves. The appearance had been polished by workers and shone with a cold light under the light. The statue held a small box in the palm stretched forward, containing two packs of cigarettes. Such a large volume.
This is just an ordinary statue. I know that the antique markets in many countries are full of such bronze statues from China, some of which are truly from underground tombs, and of course there are also carefully copied fakes.
Now, I need to find the source of the bubbling sound to determine whether there is a hidden spring under the fireplace. Anyway, I can't go there.