"No one? No one!" I was stunned. There was no one on the stairs.
The lights in the living room downstairs were always on, and the lights struck twice. There was no dark blind spot on the stairs. If someone came up, there would be absolutely nothing to hide. But - there was no one, only those who had just been hit by the lights.
The waxed floor is dazzling and cold.
I took a hissing breath, then my heart beat faster, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead, because I heard footsteps for sure just now, could it be a ghost?
I couldn't hear any sound in my ears, not even the sound of sea waves. There was only the "bang bang" sound of my frantic heartbeat. "Who is there? Who is it?" I shouted loudly. I didn't expect that I could be so excited in the empty living room.
There was a short and dry echo, and it echoed seven or eight times in a row. Since there was no one in sight, no one responded. I held the knife tightly and tiptoed downstairs step by step. When I used my Qinggong to its limit, even if
Even if the cold leather shoes step on the stairs, they will not make any sound.
There was no one in the living room downstairs, nor in the bathroom. It was just a false alarm.
My mood gradually calmed down, I washed my face and walked slowly back to the stairs. But when I turned the corner of the stairs, I suddenly heard the sound of a child babbling...
This kind of babbling sound rang at the door of the study, and the wooden floor in the study creaked and creaked. Someone must be walking around in leather shoes.
For a moment, all the blood in my body froze: "How could someone break in? When I went downstairs just now, there was nothing upstairs..."
The answer is only three words, that is - "tusks, fangs, demon". In Japanese mythology, a female ghost jumps out at midnight to confuse single men. I once laughed at Xiao Keleng's superstition and suspicion, and felt that the "tusks demon" was
Things will never exist, and I would rather believe in things like "black holes, wormholes, aliens, monsters" that can be explained by scientific theories.
The courage that the tactical knife can give me is gradually disappearing. My teeth are sore from gritting my teeth, and I even have the intention of quitting and calling someone, but in the end I grit my teeth and restrain my impulse, and climb up to the second floor step by step.
The short fifteen steps seemed to me as difficult as the eighteen steps of Mount Tai, the first of the Five Mountains.
In Japanese mythology, the "fanged demon" can not only turn into a boundless beauty to seduce men, but it can also appear in its true form with a thunderbolt and take the lives of others without concealment. Such different results depend on its
No matter how vicious the character is. To me, the result of temptation or physical struggle is the same. It must be "the brave one wins when we meet on a narrow road".
My eyes have fallen on the door of the study. I don't know when a huge gray round breast appeared there. A boy with a shaved head, about one year old, sat upright on the breast, his mouth
Li bit his fingers and turned his head to look into the study.
He was wearing a Chinese-style red floral cotton-padded jacket and cotton trousers. This kind of homespun clothes could not be seen in Japan today. It is most popular only in remote rural areas in western China. The light shining on him
Above the head, there is a dazzling reflection.
There was a constant hissing sound coming from between my teeth: "How did this child appear...where did he come from? I was the only one on the second floor just now..."
The boy seemed to have heard my voice and slowly turned his head towards the stairs. My body was in an extremely stiff state of fear, and there was no way to escape. I could only take a step up and stand on the floor of the second floor.
superior.
Under normal circumstances, when he sees me, he will definitely have expressions, such as crying in fear, or laughing, or babbling, in short, he will have different reactions. However, he only glanced at me and turned back,
I continued to look into the study, as if I was a transparent person.
The creaking sound of footsteps was heard in the study again. A man was tapping lightly on the bookshelf, whispering to himself: "Isn't it right here? Why not? Where is it..." The voice was rich, full of energy, and
It was pure Chinese. When I slapped my palm on the bookshelf, it made a "pop-pop" sound, and each sound was as shocking as a slap on my chest.
"What is he looking for? Who is he?" I tiptoed forward two steps, facing the door of the study, and saw a figure with extremely broad shoulders stopping in front of the bookshelf. This man's hair was very short, and he seemed to be shaved.
Not long after, his bald head had just begun to sprout new hair, and his temples were bulging high. At first glance, it was obvious that he was a master of martial arts with extremely high internal skills.
He was wearing a gray homespun cotton jacket and cotton trousers, which was exactly the same as the boy sitting on the bed. I looked at his feet carefully. He was wearing a pair of black short-style Japanese military boots. No wonder he made such a sound.
Harsh noise. This kind of dress is not the same as the gentleman Liang Shang who burglarized the house. The noise was too loud...
I discovered a huge change in the study room - "What? The directions of all the bookshelves have changed? Impossible...impossible..."
Those towering bookshelves suddenly changed from being placed east-west to being arranged north-south. The shelves filled with books were extremely heavy. Even if this person was extremely strong and could easily move them, he would never do it silently. After all,
I only had less than five minutes to search downstairs.
"Hey, friend, what are you looking for?" I clasped the knife tightly between my thumb and index finger, and aimed my eyes at the large acupoint on the back of the man's neck. In short-distance fighting, the power and reliability of a knife are more impressive than firearms.
I'm relieved.
No one answered. The big one and the small one were all busy with their own affairs and turned a deaf ear to my words.
This man's right hand was pressed against the shelf of a row of bookshelves. It was slender and powerful, and the muscles on the back of the hand were protruding and knotted, showing that he was "both internally and externally well-educated" and had excellent finger skills. I understood that the person in front of me was me.
The best player I have ever encountered in my life, if I start a fight, I only have a 20% chance of winning.
"Friend, can we talk later?" I softened my tone. Since the scalpel has carefully searched the study room and the collection of books, the other party must not be able to find anything, and it will be in vain.
"Feng, where do you think that book will go? No one on earth can decipher the hiding method of 'Heavenly Stems, Earthly Branches, Twelve Years, Five Elements Escape Technique'. The timeline is also correct, look, Bell Guardian
The position and speed are accurate, but why can’t I find it..."
I was stunned for a moment, thinking it was calling me.
The boy on the ground started to babble, and stretched out his chubby little hands to pat his breasts.
Just when I was about to speak again, for a moment, it seemed as if a gloomy and strange wind was swirling in the room. After a shiver all over my body, my thoughts also changed greatly: "I...I...this boy was...when I was a child.
I..."
The feeling at this moment is 100% the strange memory that Master Xianyun had when he held my hand - the boy on the ground is me, and the one standing in the study is my eldest brother Yang Tian.
I took four or five steps back, almost hitting the back of the sofa: "I actually broke into the memory of the past? This is a 'wormhole'! It must be a 'wormhole' of time..." It took at least five minutes.
After I came to clear my mind, I rushed into the study room and wanted to hug my eldest brother. He is my only relative on the earth. The brotherly love is deep and cannot be changed by any change in time and space.
I jumped in the air and passed through his body, as if what I was hugging was just a shadow.
When I turned around, I saw him looking up at the roof in deep thought. In the middle of the four corners of the roof was a yellow compass with a diameter of half a meter.
The eldest brother's face is slightly dark yellow, but his eyes are bright and bright, with a light that seems to penetrate everything. His eyebrows are dark and heavy, and the tips of his eyebrows are flying, constantly trembling with the twisting of the skin on the eyebrow bones.
"The position and time are accurate. Could it be that...could it be...that someone had broken into it? Hehehe...I don't understand. Is there another person on earth who understands these distant calculation methods? Wind, do you know?" He stretched out his hand to touch it.
He straightened his nose, made a "bewildered" expression, lightly shrugged his shoulders, and turned back towards the door.
I wanted to call: "Brother——" but my throat suddenly became choked.
I haven't called him by this name for a long time since I learned about his disappearance, because I know that no one is worthy of being my eldest brother, Yang Feng, except Yang Tian, the "King of Tomb Robbers". This title only belongs to him.
He walked out of the study slowly, sat on the floor, leaned against the door frame, and stared blankly at the "I" on his chest.
I discovered another strange thing in the study. The bookshelf was half full, instead of the full state I had seen countless times before.
"I" climbed down from the bed and climbed onto his legs.
He put his hand on "my" back, stretched out his index finger, and wrote and scratched unconsciously. I could understand that, turning over and over, they were all the four Arabic numerals "two thousand and seven".
"Two thousand and seven -" he sighed, reaching out and hugging "me".
"2007! Feng, tell me, before 2007, can I save this critical defeat?"
I could only see his profile. The chewing muscles on his cheeks were twisting and twisting horribly. He was obviously carefully controlling his violent emotions. He was looking for something very important, and it was hidden in his body.
It was a secret place that no one could decipher, but now, the thing is gone.
"I" nodded, fluttered his hands and feet, and laughed cheerfully.
The eldest brother also laughed: "Feng, do you know I can do it? You little thing also know it?"
This is really the strangest experience. I saw the babbling "me" and the "me" who lived in the past era.
I didn't know how to get close to them, until the sky outside the window gradually became clearer, and they looked like dried water on paper, with all the writing and images disappearing.
I sat down against the door frame, where my elder brother had just been, rubbed my cold hands, and then rubbed my face twice.
There is no doubt that many years ago, when the eldest brother constructed the building of Xunfu Garden, he did go through precise destiny calculation and design. From the few terms he just said, it can be seen that he has the most profound understanding of the five elements and destiny.
proficient.
"Nine-headed bird saves life" and "one arrow pierces the heart" should have been done deliberately by him - "So, what is its purpose?" No one will place themselves in a dangerous place unless they have ulterior motives or other arrangements.
A means to crack the guidance.
I looked at the place where I had left my breasts, and thought about me as a child. I was chubby and so cute. However, I couldn't see my face clearly, just like people can never see their true self in the mirror.
The rays of sunlight passed through the window, and the ancient clock suddenly struck, no more, no less, but only a "dang" sound.
There were unknown birds chirping outside the window, and I heard someone opening the door on the first floor and walking in. I felt a sudden shiver all over my body, and immediately regained consciousness: "It's a dream! It's a dream, right?" Because now I
Still leaning on the sofa, the laptop in front of me has entered automatic sleep mode.
I bounced up and slid to the door of the study in one step. Everything in the study was still the same, the bookshelves were still arranged in the east-west direction, and the books were piled full, leaving almost no space.
"Is it really a dream? But why are the things I see so real..." I leaned on the door frame, tentatively opened my mouth and called: "Brother, brother, are you there?"
This is an illusion that is much more real than a "dream". I feel that it is more like watching a real documentary. As a viewer, the immersive feeling makes me forget who I am in a trance -
—Is that babbling boy "me"? What is the elder brother looking for? Has he found it...
"Mr. Feng, Mr. Feng? Have you gotten up?" It was Xiao Kereng's voice, and she was walking upstairs step by step.
I suddenly looked up at the roof of the library. Just like in a dream, there were two crisscrossing diagonal square roof beams on the roof, but there was no giant compass. The roof beams were painted bronze, and the outside should have been coated with thick varnish.
, so they are emitting a dark red light.
"Compass? The method of hiding secrets mentioned by elder brother seems to require the guidance of a compass, so where did the compass go?" I scratched the back of my head and fell into hard thinking.
"Mr. Feng——" When Xiao Kereng's running shoes stepped on the floor, they were as light as a kitten dancing.
I looked back at her, maybe I looked too embarrassed after lying on the sofa for half a night, which obviously surprised her: "What? Mr. Feng, didn't you sleep well last night?" She changed into black.
She wears sportswear, black running shoes, and her hair has just been washed, exuding a wet sheen.
I smiled bitterly: "Yes, I didn't sleep well."
I always feel that there is still an indescribable diaphragm between me and Xiao Kereng. It's not like facing Su Lun, where I can speak freely and discuss big plans together. A strong longing came to my heart. I really hope to see Su Lun soon.
Lun, I will tell her all my doubts and confusions. Maybe only Su Lun can really help me. No one else can have a heart-to-heart relationship with me. Of course, Xiao Kereng is also excluded.
I walked back to the sofa and tapped on the keyboard to light up the computer screen. Unexpectedly, Su Lun's email was not sent as promised, and the mailbox was still empty. My heart also became empty.
Yes, I just wanted to call Su Lun right away and pour out my strong thoughts. Without her, I felt like I was doing things aimlessly, going here and there without making any progress.
"Mr. Feng, if you have anything you can ask me to do, please feel free to ask." Xiao Kereng stood by meekly, like a well-behaved maid.
Outside the window, there was the roar of a car engine, mixed with Wang Jiangnan's steady and conceited voice: "You guys, go to Sapporo Airport immediately and prepare to meet Mr. Feng's friend. Be sure to come back before lunch and report to me at any time.
"
He must be very proud to have the opportunity to show his ability in front of Guan Baoling. They say, "A scholar will die for a confidant." In his case, it should be changed to "A scholar is busy for a confidant." I believe that under the influence of the Sharp Spear Association,
, you can see the embarrassed Yelan during lunch time.
I need help, but it's not Xiao Kereng, but Su Lun.
"Mr. Feng, two friends of Mr. Zhang Baisen will arrive at the villa today. They are both members of the Sino-Japanese exchange group. I have already talked to Mr. Zhang and we can basically reach a consensus and will stand on the same Chinese standpoint.
.Any strange thing that happens in the villa, they are willing to help, and they join on a voluntary basis without any payment."
There was hidden joy in Xiao Kereng's expression. Of course, the more helpers, the better. The young boys Wang Jiangnan brought alone were only enough to deal with the Yamaguchi group's thugs. Once they met the masters of the martial arts, they would probably die.
I don't know who killed him.
I leaned tiredly on the sofa, and a question suddenly came to my mind, and I blurted out: "Xiao Xiao, how much do you know about the 'Fang Demon'?" When I thought about it in my dream, I almost thought "I" was the Fang Demon, and I couldn't help it.
Zhu blushed because of his absurd thoughts. The rays turned into sunlight and shone on his body, bringing with it a faint warmth. After the sun came out, all the horror and ambiguity brought by the dark night were swept away.