[Bottle Evil] The Old Mansion's Strange Story

The fourth child became alert and asked, "What do you mean? This tomb has something to do with Brother Zhang?"

I glanced at him and said in the tone I usually used to frighten disobedient guys: "Knowing too much is not good for you."

The fourth child choked on me and stopped interrupting.I asked Poker Bottle: "You already knew that, didn't you?"

Since Pokerfing came down to this tomb, he has been looking around all the time, not as focused as he used to be, because he also has no target this time, but he knows something is wrong here.

He said before that he seemed to have been here before. I don’t know which experience he had before he lost his memory. He must have forgotten it later, but after we came down, he should have gradually remembered it.Not only the bronze bell we found in the old house at the beginning, but there must be other signs to make him sure that this place is related to the Zhang family.

I didn't mean anything else, and I didn't want Poker Ping to think that I was questioning him, so when I said this, I avoided his eyes.

I have no interest in what the Zhang family did in this tomb or what tricks they played.I understand it's other emotions, it's fucking frustrating.Now I just want to get out quickly, get an excavator over here, and fill this place.

But Poker-Face did not make a sound for a long time, so I could only raise my eyes to stare at him, and asked more specifically: "Is the figure from the Zhang family?"

Poker Ping met my gaze quietly, and after a while, he said calmly, "It's basically certain."

"Basic?" I was a little surprised, "Is there any other possibility?"

Poker Bottle looked at the wall and the hole above, and said, "Catch him, I can verify it."

My judgment basically comes from speculation about the time, place, and skill of the figure.

This is the tomb that the Zhang family moved, and he guarded it for decades. This is the most credible evidence.But the Zhang family is gone, only Zhang Haike and his overseas branch are left. What is the purpose of the figure alone guarding this wilderness.

If it wasn't the Zhang family, could it be the Wang family?I was suddenly not sure if Boyoupin didn't give me an accurate answer.

"Brother, how do you want to verify?" The fat man said, "Look at his appearance? I don't think so, that guy looks crooked, and he doesn't have the same blood as you at first glance, so he can't be a relative."

"It's definitely not good to look at the face." I continued, "My little brother and his family are not of a unique race. You can tell that they are different from others at a glance." I thought of another feature, and asked: "Fingers? See if it is long?"

Poker bottle replied: "I have seen his fingers."

"When?" I was taken aback.

"When I was in the old house." Poker Fing seemed to be thinking about something, "You can't tell with just your fingers."

It turned out that Poker-Face saw the figure's fingers when they were fighting in the old house. He said so, that figure must also have unusually long second fingers.But he found out at that time that he didn't tell us until now.

After thinking about it, he can't be blamed. The Wang family also has long fingers. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell the difference from the Zhang family's fingers.Uncertain news, Poker Bottle will not say easily.

I was about to continue to ask how to verify, when the fourth child suddenly slapped his forehead.It was so loud that I was afraid he would knock himself out and concussion.

He sighed heavily, and said: "I didn't miss it! I misunderstood it because I didn't miss it! Oh, this——" He looked at Poker Ping with a look of remorse, and said, "I really didn't mean it, It wasn't intentional, I misunderstood you, Brother Zhang, please bear with me." He didn't stop after taking a breath, and then asked, "Old Wu didn't do anything to you just now, did he?"

I thought in my heart that I had to have that ability too.Thinking of the warning that the fourth child left in my phone, it became clearer now.He must have seen the figure's fingers, there are two long ones, the same as the Poker Bottle, so he misunderstood it as Poker Bottle, and that's why he told me to be careful of Poker Bottle.

The fat man seemed to have discovered the fun, hooked the shoulder of the fourth child, and said with a smile: "Did you miss it, thinking it was our little brother, why are you sowing discord, tell the fat man quickly."

The fourth brother confessed: "I just wrote a 'Zhang' to Lao Wu, and I haven't finished spelling it yet."

The fat man snorted, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Imagination is too rich. The two of them 'love stronger than gold', so don't feel guilty, they don't believe you at all."

The fat man was talking nonsense, and I didn't bother to talk about it. There was a mess in my mind that needed to be sorted out.

Although I am not interested in the Zhang family's activities, but now I am caught in it after all, so I have to consider the Zhang family's factors.

There is one most obvious question, what is so special about this tomb itself, why does the Zhang family insist on disguising it as a Han tomb?It took a lot of effort to go to war.

"Brother, how much do you still remember? You were there back then?" I asked Poker Bottle. It must be the best breakthrough from him, it depends on whether he is willing to say it.

Poker-Face didn't seem to want to hide anything, and said, "I just remembered some fragments." After speaking, he shook his head.

"There is no reference value?" I thought that Poker Ping's way of remembering things is not the same as mine, and maybe the way of remembering is also different. He shook his head and didn't say anything that can be used as a reference in reality, but it doesn't necessarily mean that there is no other information.

Fatty and I exchanged glances, Poker Face turned around, and suddenly walked towards a wall.

This side is facing us, and there are many holes. I can see that the oppressive feeling just now is stronger.

When we got to the bottom of the wall, Pokerfoil drew out his dagger and gently scratched the wall, then he lowered his head and smelled it, and then frowned slightly.

I looked at the surrounding walls again, and suddenly understood the source of that oppressive feeling - it was the color.

We have been in the dark, and the lack of light has lasted for a long time, so the eyes have gradually adapted to the dark and are not so sensitive to darker colors.But this tomb was still too dark.

The walls around it are all black, not the dull black that is unique to old tomb bricks, but a very rich black like ink.

The walls of the tomb are usually painted with murals. What does it mean to paint a layer of black paint here?

I looked back at the fat man and asked, "What's the matter with the wall? You've come here like this?"

"Nonsense, do you think Fatty is just painting it for fun? Besides, I can't paint it out." The fat man said, pointing to the wall, "Look carefully, the wall is so famous."

I took a photo with a flashlight and was taken aback.

The wall is not a single black, but a very detailed and dense black pattern, and it is very familiar. I immediately thought of the pattern on the bronze door, and felt that the whole person was splashed with ice water, which was really chilling.

This damn must have left a deep psychological shadow on Lao Tzu.I thought it was absolutely not, so I took a closer look, and I still felt familiar, but it was not on the bronze door, so I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

At first glance, I thought of the bronze door from the bronze chain, and felt that the patterns on the wall were very similar to those on the bronze door.But when I identified it again, a few pictures in the mobile phone email suddenly flashed in my mind.

I immediately took out my mobile phone, turned to the mail, checked it carefully, and was very surprised. The pattern on this wall is exactly what we first discovered, the symbols and words on the tomb door of the Liao Dynasty.Not exactly the same, but it can be seen that there is a pedigree.

Each script has its own characteristics, and I have made rubbings for so many years, and it is easy to recognize them.It’s just that those symbols and words covered the wall at this time, and I photographed the top of my head, even the dome, densely arranged together, giving people a sense of suffocation.

Poker-Face scraped off some "pigment" and was frowning.I also felt strange, so I took his hand to see it too. There was a thin layer of black powder on his fingertips.

My nose does not work from time to time, so I don't intend to smell it. I raised my head and asked him, "What kind of paint is this? What's so special about it?"

Poker bottle twisted his fingers, his brows were still frowning, he suddenly reached out and took out the water bottle on my body, unscrewed the lid, then turned over my palm, poured some water into my hand, and then He rubbed my palm with his black powder-stained fingers.

I was a little itchy by him, but I didn't dare to move around. Gradually, I saw the powder on his fingers dissolve slowly, and the water in my palm gradually became colored.

Poker bottle stirred the water with his fingers, and held a flashlight in his other hand to look carefully.

The fat man came over with a laugh, and said, "What are you two playing? You don't need to look at it, little brother. I've shown him the naive palmistry a long time ago. If you commit Tai Chi, there will often be bloody disasters."

"Could you fucking stop talking like a crow." I said angrily, thinking that I should say something taboo in my mouth anyway, and be careful to say that there is no blood.

Poker bottle raised his eyes and looked at me, I was about to ask how the palmistry looked, but I heard him say: "It's blood."

I glared at the crow-mouthed fat man, but at the same time, I felt an ominous premonition.