Ma Xiaolin wanted to say something, but was taken away by the police officer who had just spoken to him, saying that he was going to the police station to record a statement. Before he left, he called his housekeeper.
His butler was in his fifties and spoke standard Mandarin. When the incident happened, he was not in Hong Kong and was handling Ma Xiaolin's property there in Macau. He hurried back when he heard something happened to the mansion.
However, compared with Ma Xiaolin, his butler obviously distrusts the three of us. Although there is no disrespect in his words, it can be seen from the subtleties that he is wary of the three of us.
When Ma Xiaolin left, he called a lawyer. At this time, the lawyer was negotiating with the police who stayed behind, citing scriptures and evidence to prove that not letting us in was wrong, illegal, and intolerable...
Although I didn't understand what this guy was talking about, the person he was negotiating with, the policeman who stayed behind, was already breaking out in a cold sweat. Finally, he was forced to have no choice but to ask the superior officer for instructions. The lawyer was never idle.
, he was also calling to find connections with the police station.
Ten minutes later, news came from the police station that we were allowed to enter the crime scene with restrictions, accompanied by the remaining police officers, without destroying the evidence.
"What does it mean to have restricted access to a crime scene without destroying evidence? It's not like watching a Category III movie, how can there be so many restrictions?" Fatty Sun was not very satisfied with this statement.
I patted Fatty Sun on the shoulder and teased him: "It means we can go in, but how do you know the process of watching a third-level film? Are you so familiar with it? Monkey King, won't you explain it?"
Monk Xiao also came over: "Are there any good actors..."
Accompanied by the police, the housekeeper took us to the scene of the incident, Ma Xiaolin's secretly locked treasure room - the place where the two thieves died.
I don’t know how the two thieves got in. There was no sign that the exposed or hidden locks of the darkroom had been pried. Professionals are professionals. When I entered the darkroom, I saw at a glance that two people had been drawn with chalk on the floor.
Falling shape.
This darkroom is not small, and the design is good. There are rows of shelves inside. Ma Xiaolin puts the antiques and treasures he collected on the shelves in categories. Fatty Sun and Monk Xiao’s eyes turned red when they looked at them.
The police and the housekeeper were watching, but they stuffed it into their pockets if they couldn't keep it all.
"Gentlemen, Mr. Ma gave instructions when he left. I will try my best to prepare whatever the three of you need." The butler said very politely.
I nodded to the housekeeper: "Let's take a look first and ask you for anything we need."
"Lazi..." Monk Xiao winked at me. I understood what he meant, shook my head and said, "I don't see anything wrong. Let's take a look..."
Under the watchful eye of the housekeeper, we repeatedly checked inside and outside the darkroom. Unfortunately, we still couldn't find anything wrong. There was nothing wrong with the darkroom. The housekeeper took us to Ma Xiaolin's master bedroom.
After leaving the darkroom, he turned a corner and found the master bedroom, which was also the place where he saw a ghost for the first time. He walked around here a few times and couldn't see anything wrong.
Monk Xiao lowered his head and stared blankly at the ground without saying a word. Although the attitude of the butler who was standing by did not change, as time passed, one corner of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a subtle sneer.
Come on, he thinks the three of us are magic sticks.
I walked back and forth from the darkroom to the bedroom several times, looking at every corner with my celestial eye. Not to mention the white shadow that Ma Xiaolin saw, I couldn't even find any place with a slightly heavier Yin energy.
.
I took a deep breath and said to Monk Xiao: "Old Xiao, this house is so frighteningly yang-y that you can't even find a ghost. If someone hadn't just died here, I wouldn't believe it would be a haunted house."
Monk Xiao seemed to suddenly think of something. He raised his head and said to the housekeeper: "We have something to discuss. Can we be alone for a while?" The housekeeper wisely closed the bedroom door (it was not within the scope of the crime scene.
The policeman who stayed behind didn’t ask any questions)
"Little Lazi" Monk Xiao said to me: "Have you noticed that there is something strange in this house?"
"Old Xiao, if you have something to say, just say it. Do you think you're still trying to keep me quiet?" Before I could say anything, Fatty Sun said first. Among the three of us, Fatty Sun was the weakest in terms of the ability of the Sky Eye. In this case, he was basically a
Decoration. Listening to what Monk Xiao meant now, it seemed that he had figured out something. He still refused to finish speaking at once, so Fatty Sun became a little anxious.
Monk Xiao ignored Fatty Sun and still said to me: "Do you think this house is too clean? You can say it is too clean."
I suddenly realized: "Old Xiao, I understand what you mean. No matter what kind of house it is, or what kind of Feng Shui layout it is, there should be more or less Yin Qi and broken positions. But in this house there is
I can’t even feel a trace of Yin Qi, is that what you mean?”
Monk Xiao nodded: "Absolutely, and someone died here just now. Normally, there would be a gathering of Yin energy and evil energy, but now...it feels like a hall dedicated to the Great Sun Tathagata in Tantric Buddhism."
There is sunlight everywhere, without a shadow of darkness."
I thought about it and realized that it was really the same as what Monk Xiao said: "Old Xiao, what should we do now?"
After Monk Xiao was silent for a while, he said awkwardly: "I don't know..."
"Old Xiao, I'm not telling you, next time if there's something you don't know about, just think it over before you say it. Don't leave the buttons on, or you won't be able to fasten them yourself," Fatty Sun said with a smile.
Monk Xiao snorted and ignored him. I sighed and went over to smooth things over: "Old Xiao, what should we do now? Ma Xiaolin has to do something before he comes back, right? He gave me a deposit,"
Monk Xiao shook his head for a while: "Let's see and talk about it. Maybe it's nothing. It may be that the extremes of things must reverse and the anode must decline. That kid took advantage of the loophole. Well, that's probably the case." Looking at Monk Xiao's expression, I shook my head for a while.
It seems that he has understood the highest level of liar. If you want to deceive others, you must first deceive yourself...
Forget it, let's take it one step at a time, maybe it's what Monk Xiao thought. I opened the door to the bedroom, and just when I was about to call the housekeeper, I suddenly felt a thrill in my heart, and I felt a trace of evil spirit in the corridor. If this was the case,
Usually when I encounter evil spirits on the street, I don't care. But in the current situation, I can't even think about not paying attention.
Maybe it's because, as Monk Xiao said, the Yang energy in this big house is too strong. I stayed in the bedroom for a while, and there was soaring Yang energy everywhere. Now suddenly there was a trace of evil energy out of thin air, and I felt
Very obvious.
"Great Sage, Lao Xiao!" I shouted, and they rushed over from behind. This time, not only Monk Xiao, but also Fatty Sun really felt it: "Lazi, there is evil spirit!..." I
She glanced at him angrily: "Thank you, I understand."
The housekeeper was standing outside the door. When he saw that I opened the door, but everyone gathered around the door and did not come out, he was stunned for a moment: "Gentlemen, do you... need anything?"
"Don't talk yet. We have something to do. We'll be fine in a minute." I made a silent gesture to the housekeeper. When I tried to find the source of the evil aura, I found that the evil aura suddenly disappeared without a trace. It was a breakup.
Suddenly, this trace of evil spirit disappeared?
"Great Sage, forget it, Old Xiao, where is the evil spirit? Why can't I feel it anymore?" I looked at Fatty Sun first, but then immediately moved to Monk Xiao.
Monk Xiao's eyes widened: "It suddenly disappeared just now. It disappeared in an instant. Lazi, try again."
I shook my head: "No, it's gone, I can't find it."
Fatty Sun looked at me, he was a little unconvinced, "Lazi, what do you mean by a great sage? Forget it? If you don't ask, how do you know if I know where that evil spirit has gone?"
I glanced at him sideways: "Then do you know?"
"I don't know..." Fatty Sun argued forcefully: "I don't know, I don't know, but you have to be kind to me, right? I...oh, where are you running?" Fatty Sun was in vain at the stall, he
The money rat in the pocket suddenly jumped out and ran towards an oil painting on the bedroom wall.
"Rat!!" the housekeeper screamed. After hesitating for a moment, he picked up the decorative candlestick in the corner and ran towards the Rat. Seeing what he meant, he wanted to beat the Rat to death with the candlestick.
"It's okay..." Fatty Sun stopped the housekeeper: "Listen to me, it's not an ordinary mouse, it's... it's a five-element rat, it's a sacred beast, it's used to... track down your boss and make him lose his job.
The word 'thing', police dog, do you understand?"
The butler was doubtful. When Ma Xiaolin left, he gave the order to listen to Master Heshang no matter what. He glanced at Monk Xiao. Unexpectedly, Monk Xiao spoke first. He pointed to the oil painting on the wall and said: "Behind that painting is
What?"
After Monk Xiao asked him, the housekeeper was a little evasive: "The painting is just a painting, what can be behind it? It's just a wall."
Monk Xiao narrowed his eyes and looked at the housekeeper: "Wall? Are you sure there is nothing else?" Fatty Sun went over and caught the money rat. After listening to Monk Xiao's words, he originally wanted to open the oil painting and see what was behind it. Unexpectedly
, the housekeeper walked over and pressed the oil painting intentionally or unintentionally
The housekeeper insisted: "If the oil painting is hung on the wall, what else could it be behind if it wasn't the wall?"
Monk Xiao sneered: "Let's just go against the wall, Little Lazi, Sun Dasheng, let's go. This matter is not something we can handle. There's no point in staying here." He turned around and said to the housekeeper: "When Ma Xiaolin comes back, tell him,
Just say that we, the three of us, have no fate with him, and we cannot afford to deal with him!" With that said, he grabbed Fatty Sun and me by the shoulders and dragged them outside.
"Master Heshang, if you have anything to discuss, please wait for a while. If you have anything to say, we can wait until Mr. Ma comes back. Master Heshang, don't make things difficult for me. I am just a servant, so I will treat it as Mr. Ma's.
Just to save face..." The housekeeper begged and hurriedly stopped in front of Monk Xiao.
Not long after leaving the bedroom, Monk Xiao was stopped by the housekeeper. Fatty Sun saw what Monk Xiao was trying to do. The two of them looked at each other, and Fatty Sun made a fool of himself: "Old Xiao, don't be impatient first. Even if you leave, you have to leave."
Let’s go and understand,”
Looking at their expressions, I was secretly amused. I had to do my best to put on a show, so I said, "Yes, Lao Xiao, listen to the great sage and what the butler wants to say, and treat it as a favor for both of us."
Monk Xiao sighed: "Forget it, tell me, if you want to lie to me again, you can try it. Even if Ma Xiaolin kneels in front of me and begs me, I won't care about him."
The butler's expression was a little depressed. Under pressure, he revealed the secret behind the oil painting. Behind the oil painting was a smart safe, which contained all of Ma Xiaolin's net worth - bearer bonds from various European countries, and the signed texts of all contracts worth over 100 million.
.The land deeds of Hong Kong and Southeast Asian countries also contain some precious gems (the three luminous pearls that Fatty Sun and I sold to him are also included),
I looked at the dejected butler, and I was very puzzled. How could a butler know so clearly? Even Ma Xiaolin's own son might not know the contents of the safe, so how could he know so clearly?
After the butler finished speaking, Monk Xiao and Fatty Sun said in unison: "Open it and check inside..."
But this time the butler refused again. He spread his hands and said, "I can't do it. Mr. Ma is the only one who can open the safe."
Ma Xiaolin's safe was specially made from Germany. Theoretically, no one except Ma Xiaolin could open it. Afraid that the three of us would not believe it, the housekeeper took us back to Ma Xiaolin's bedroom, opened the oil painting, and revealed
The safe inside.
The safe built into the wall does not have any electronic devices on its surface. In the center is a rotary combination lock and an oddly shaped keyhole. It looks more fashionable than ordinary lock boxes.
Monk Xiao and I are laymen, but Fatty Sun is very knowledgeable. He went up to look at it for a long time, and then came back and said: "German product, twelve layers of front and back pressure locks, good stuff, don't mention it, Lao Ma has good eyesight, tsk tsk..."
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Watching Fatty Sun praising it, I really can’t see what’s so good about this safe: “Is it that good? Compared with high-end safes, it’s far behind. It doesn’t even have a fingerprint or pupil recognition system. It’s still an old-fashioned transfer box.
Code locks and keyholes. Find a master and a wire can open them."