After hearing Ye Ziyu's words, Fang Ming showed a thoughtful look on his face. Chongyang gave him a strange feeling, but now it seems that it is indeed not that simple.
The reminder from the scarred old man, the seemingly honest and loyal Wang Guodong, and the sudden appearance of Taoist priest Xianyun who has an extraordinary relationship with Wang Guodong.
Disaster victims, children, castles...
What kind of connection is there?
"Brother Fang Ming, I have a guess." Ye Ziyu saw Fang Ming thinking and expressed his guess at the side.
"From Uncle Wang's words, the victims were the trigger of everything, but the victims are all dead. We have no way to verify it. However, we can investigate from another direction, that is, the widow who adopted the children of the victims.
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"That widow is a villager on this island. Although the widow is missing, she must have relatives. We can start the investigation from the descendants of the widow."
Fang Ming's eyes lit up and he had to say that Ye Ziyu's idea was very good. The current breakthrough point could be investigated starting from the widow.
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In the village, in front of the Wang family's new house, Fang Ming and his party were here. In addition to them, there were Wang Guodong and his son, and the Taoist priest Xianyun.
"Pindao came over immediately after receiving your letter from Village Chief Wang. According to the information you gave me, I had already thought about it on the way. The person who secretly killed me should be the child who left the island."
Taoist Master Xianyun's expression became serious, and then he sighed slightly, "Tit for retaliation. Speaking of which, this is also a sin committed by your village. I should not have interfered with this kind of thing."
"Taoist Priest, the elders of our village made mistakes, but this is already in the past. The elders have been living with guilt all these years. Now that they have passed away, we can't still implicate future generations.
"
Wang Guodong spoke quickly, Taoist Master Xianyun showed a look of hesitation on his face, "It is precisely because of this that I came here. Anyway, this time I will find the child first, but the right and wrong will need to be solved
You client should go and end it on your own."
"Thank you, thank you, Taoist Master Xianyun."
Taoist priest Xianyun waved his hand, "It is not easy to find the little boy who left that year. He must have disguised himself, but I think he must still be on the island, and he should be hanging around.
Among the villagers on the island."
"I have a kind of elixir here. It's called the Confusion Pill. Once you take it, a person's soul will fall into a coma. At that time, if you ask him anything, he will answer the truth."
After hearing what Master Xianyun said, the first thing Chen Ze and others thought of was the truth potion circulating on the Internet, which would make people tell the truth after taking it.
"Then I will gather everyone on the island and put this elixir into the water for everyone to take."
Wang Guodong also acted vigorously and resolutely, and he had already thought of the reasons. Everyone in the village knew that the old man of the Zhang family had transformed into a corpse. All he had to do was tell the villagers that it was a virus, and if they took the potion, they would be immune to it.
Planting the virus, with his prestige in the village, no villager would doubt him.
"Okay, you can take care of the matter of gathering the villagers. I'll dilute the pill to a sufficient amount first to ensure that every villager can take it."
Taoist Master Xianyun and Wang Guodong went to make arrangements separately. Fang Ming gave Zi Yu a look, and the two quietly walked out of Wang's house. After a while, Hua Mingming also followed.
"Fang Ming, wait for me."
Hua Mingming softly called to Fang Ming and Ye Ziyu who were walking in front.
"Why are you following me?"
"I don't have anything to do. Besides, Chen Ze and the others are watching over there. As long as the Taoist priest has any abnormality, he will call us immediately. I don't have to guard there."
Obviously, Hua Mingming also learned about the affairs between Taoist Xianyun and Wang Guodong from Tang Yan and others.
Fang Ming thought for a while and said, "Now that you are out, I will give you a task. I need you to help me ask the villagers something."
"What happened?"
Fang Ming whispered a few words in Hua Mingming's ear. After a while, Hua Mingming nodded, "Don't worry, I'll take care of this matter. I promise to investigate everything thoroughly."
Hua Mingming walked away, while Fang Ming and Ziyu also walked towards a place in the village, and finally came to a small wooden house in the corner of the village.
In the darkness, there was no light in the cabin. Fang Ming stepped forward and pushed open the wooden door of the yard. The creaking sound was particularly disturbing in this dark night.
"Fang Ming, it's so late, where will the old man go if he's not home yet?"
Ye Ziyu was a little curious. Yes, she and Fang Ming came to see the scarred old man this time. In Fang Ming's opinion, the only way to uncover the secret truth on the island was to come to the scarred old man.
Fang Ming did not answer Ye Ziyu's words, but instead focused his attention on a part of the yard. There was a chicken coop, and the sound of chickens chirping could be heard at this moment.
However, just after Fang Ming stared at the chicken coop for a few seconds, the chickens in the chicken coop stopped crowing and the whole yard fell silent.
When Fang Ming and Zi Ziyu came to the door of the wooden house, they could vaguely see an old iron lock on the wooden door in the faint moonlight.
"This door is locked. It seems that the old man is really not at home."
Ye Ziyu was a little regretful, but Fang Ming did not show any disappointment. On the contrary, with a smile on his face, he punched the wooden pin on one side of the wooden door.
The wooden pin broke. Ye Ziyu opened his mouth slightly when he saw it, and said with some hesitation: "Brother Fang Ming, isn't this good for us?"
"Excessive measures are used in extraordinary times. Besides, we are not going in to steal things."
Fang Ming chuckled and pushed the wooden door open, but it was pitch black inside and nothing could be seen.
Snap!
The flashlight of the mobile phone was turned on and shined into the wooden house. Inside the wooden house was a bed and a table, and there was an earthen stove in the corner.
The extremely simple house illustrates the poverty of the people who live there.
"It's not easy for the old man to live alone in such an environment."
Ye Ziyu felt a little emotional, but the next moment her eyes were attracted by the spot illuminated by the flashlight.
"Brother Fang Ming, what is that?"
Ye Ziyu's voice was a little trembling, because the light of her mobile phone happened to shine on the corner of the wall, where there was a painting, an extremely bloody painting.
Countless blood filled the painting, and above the blood were wailing people who fell to the ground. These people fell to the ground, with desperate expressions on their faces. Flames surrounded them, and each of the ferocious-looking people held up their hands.
The torch stood not far away.
"Is this the scene that Uncle Wang said about the villagers preventing fire and burning the victims to death?"
Ye Ziyu's body was trembling slightly. The painting was very vivid, but it was precisely because of this vividness that she was even more frightened, because this was not just a painting, but something that really happened.
"He really has something to do with the victims."
Different from Zi Yu, Fang Ming's eyes were focused, with a thoughtful look on his face. This painting confirmed a guess in his mind that the scarred old man was related to the victims of the disaster, and he was also
It's not an ordinary relationship.
"No, this is more than just a painting."
The light from his mobile phone shone on the painting, and Fang Ming suddenly discovered that the corner of the painting had peeled off again, and paper of another color was exposed inside.
He stepped forward and tore off the paper of the painting. Sure enough, a second painting appeared on the wall. Compared to the first painting, this painting was more yellowish in color, and it was obviously older.
"This is?"
Ye Ziyu saw the content of the painting clearly for the first time, but he covered his mouth with a look of surprise on his face. Fang Ming also contracted his pupils after seeing the content of the painting clearly.
In this painting, it is still the same group of victims. This can be judged by the same clothes as the victims in the first painting. The difference is that this time these victims have smiles on their faces and look at the station with reverence.
A Taoist priest in front of them.
The Taoist priest was standing in front of a large vat. The victims were lining up in front of the vat. The victims at the front were holding bowls and smilingly leading the Taoist priest to scoop out the water from the vat.
Drink it into your mouth.
"Brother Fang Ming, just now Uncle Wang and that Taoist priest Xianyun discussed letting the villagers take water with elixirs, which is similar to what is depicted in this picture. Could it be that the old man could see the future and knew that such a thing would happen, so
Did you draw it in advance?"
There was a look of disbelief on Ye Ziyu's face. Judging from the yellowish color of the painting, it must have been at least a few years ago. Could it be that the old man knew what would happen tonight a few years ago?
It’s incredible.
Fang Ming was silent, staring at the painting. After a while, he said word for word: "He has no ability to predict the future."
"If it's not a prophet, how should we explain this painting?" Ye Ziyu asked in confusion.
"The contents of this painting are the same as the first painting. They are things that have happened before, and the time was before the villagers burned the villagers. If I am not wrong, this painting is the root of all the mysteries."
Fang Ming's eyes sparkled. At this moment, many doubts in his heart were all solved. This painting gave him many answers.
"There should be a third painting."
Fang Ming stepped forward again, fumbled with the corner of the painting, and finally tore off the second painting with a clatter. As he expected, another painting appeared on the wall.
However, the moment the painting was torn off, the room suddenly became dark, which was caused by the faint moonlight shining in from outside the room being blocked.
Ye Ziyu turned around and pointed his phone at the door. He shuddered and almost lost the phone.
At the door, the old man with the scar stood there at some point, and the light from Ye Ziyu's mobile phone happened to shine on the old man's face. The ferocious scar was so eye-catching and penetrating under the light.