"Do you still remember the painting left by Xu Chuyue?" she reminded me.

I looked at her with dissatisfaction - of course I remember that my head was like a video recorder, and I would never forget it if I just took a look.

"Do you think there is similarity to the place where Xu Chuyue painted?"

I closed my eyes and recalled Xu Chuyue's last works—

It was a slightly overlooked perspective. The bright moon hangs in the night sky, and below was a city road. The scapegoat was in an empty alley. He was walking with a big pot on his back.

Chen Yu asked, "Do you think about the scene, there is a little bit of life?"

"No, it seems that there are no people. However, I remember there are a few small signs with lights on."

"And the angle is not right - if Xu Chuyue walked from Honglian to the back street, she should face the back of the house, not the side. Besides, in a flat place like yours, is there any place with a downward angle?"

"So that place is not here."

"Yes, do you remember the letter Xu Chuyue left to you? It said that he met a scapegoat in the back alley of the bar street, but the back alley of the bar street may not be the back alley of the Honglian Bar. This street is built along the river and is quite long."

I breathed a sigh of relief. In this way, the place where the scapegoats are present has nothing to do with Honglian Bar. If it has nothing to do with Honglian, then naturally there is nothing to do with Wen Tingxu.

Chen Yu obviously saw my thoughts, and she sneered and asked, "Is it a relief for your good friend?"

"What, what kind of gay friend..."

She glanced at me, walked back directly, and came to the mahjong table again.

"Oh, I've found the blame? Who will take care of you two?" The talkative uncle started teasing again. Seeing his slutty look, I wish I could go up and slap them.

"Inquiry with you." Chen Yu smiled and began to ask if there was a place behind bar street where there was a large old house without anyone living there, only a few small shops.

The talkative uncle grabbed his head and seemed to have gained nothing from him.

However, the big brother in the flower-trouser next to him snorted: "I also said that I know all the big things and small things. Are there several bars across the bridge? It has not been developed yet. I still remember that an old house was bought by some organization, saying that it was to protect ancient buildings."

"Oh! Why did you forget the other side?" The talkative man was extremely regretful. He slapped his thighs, and I felt pain for him.

The chatter suddenly opened up. He said that it turned out that the Huaichuan River was a "8" bend in this small section. So along the bar street, turning westward, there was a stone arch bridge. After passing the stone arch bridge, the other side became "environmental affection", so a house was built there early years ago. However, because of its small scale and a little far from the city, it has not been developed.

"That house is a former residence of celebrities. I heard that it was bought from the provincial cultural relics. Now it has become a cultural heritage protection unit, so there are basically no people except for a few small bars, two skewers and a small supermarket."

“Business on the other side is not good,” added Hua Pants, “even things are sold cheaply.”

I finally understood why Xu Chuyue would go to the other side to have a meal - because it is cheap and money is very important to Xu Chuyue.

Not only for her, but for ordinary people, money is one of the most important things. But Xu Chuyue eventually went astray for money and finally died on the road with a bag of money.

Shen Yubu and I walked up to the stone arch bridge. When we reached the opposite bridge, she suddenly stopped.

"Look!" she said, pointing to the scenery below.

I was stunned because the bridge head was much taller than the house next to me, so from here it was Xu Chuyue's down-looking view at that time.

Moreover, the direction of the street below is exactly the same as the layout on her picture.

What she drew was the scene of looking at the scapegoat from the bridge, right? Or was she meeting the scapegoat in the alley, and for the sake of the beauty of the picture, she chose a downward angle?

With my memory, I found the location where the scapegoat appeared in Xu Chuyue's painting.

It was a small street that was neither wide nor narrow. Both sides of the street were old houses with locked doors, and even a figure could not be seen.

A large mansion is inlaid with stones, and the stones are engraved with two lines of words "Cultural Protection Community - Former Residences of Celebrities in Linhuaichuan River". Chen Yu looked at it and turned around and asked me: "Is this a cultural relics protection unit?"

"It shouldn't be counted. I don't know what this cultural protection community is."

There are indeed three or four bars here. Perhaps because of the bad business, they all closed without exception. Only a small supermarket is still open. We walked in and bought two bottles of mineral water.

Chen Yu probably didn't believe the talkative uncle, and she confirmed with the boss again, was this old house really bought from the cultural relics?

"Yes." The boss said with a complaining tone, "Every year, special people come to repair it, and they don't know why to seal it up and protect it. If we want to develop commercially like the other side, we will have made a fortune long ago."

We bid farewell to the boss. This intricate large-scale mansion is like an abandoned village, giving people a sense of loneliness and mystery.

Not to mention the slaughter, no one is seen.

At this moment, I saw something strange.

It was a big mansion, with the doors of the house also closed, but there was a small graffiti painted on the wall. The graffiti was not big, but it was eye-catching enough.

Because the graffiti painted a monster, a monster with a fish face, human head and body.

In an instant, I thought of Xiao Xin lost to the Wei family, and the boy had a fish face.

According to the visitor from Hell, Xiao Xin has been looked for by a faceless man. Is he just hiding in this house?

"Yan Zhuang, come here!" Chen Yu was searching on the other end of the house, and she was also calling me at this time.

I quickly walked around and saw her pointing to the two stone piers at the door and saying, "Look, what is this?"

I looked closely and found that it was not a stone pier at all, but two stone lions with broken heads. If I looked down at the stutter, it would be a relatively new trace.

The lions in China are actually the concrete magical beast silhouette. The silhouette is also a kind of talisman, which is a divine object that protects the house. Who would cut off their heads for no reason?

To behead, one must be disliked. Those who do not like divine objects must be evil objects.

I looked up at the house. The walls of the house were very high and the paint was very new. It was obviously only recently repaired - this deep mansion was the nest of the faceless man and the scapegoat?

Chen Yu looked at me, and at this time everything was gone.

The wall was more than two meters high. I thought about it and squatted down and signaled Chen Yu to stand on my shoulder.

"You climb up the wall first and see what's going on inside."

Chen Yu nodded, and she gently stepped on one foot first.

"Don't it hurt?"

"Why did you start to get up with your mother-in-law?" I said.

I carried her up. Chen Yu has been working out, so he is thin, except that his chest is a bit heavy...

She stomped the wall with both hands and then pushed it up. I felt like I loosened my shoulders, and then looked up, she had already climbed up the high wall and sat on the top of the wall.

She stood there motionless.

"Hey, what's inside?" I asked a little worriedly.
Chapter completed!