Troubled Times

"Because, this Xianyang Tower is actually yours. My son is the shopkeeper. Back then, my ancestral restaurant was almost sold because of poor management. It was the owner who took it down and let us father and son take care of it. The first time I saw my boss was probably a few months ago, the boss came very secretly and in a hurry, and just explained some things to me and then left again," Zhang Lao recalled

"What did I tell you at the time?" Jiang Ying asked curiously

"You said that you might not recognize me when you come next time. Let me be the fish you painted for me and sell it on the street. You will come naturally when the time comes. The upstairs is your study room, which has been locked all the time. Why don't you go up Take a look?" Mr. Zhang saw that Jiang Ying really didn't remember, so he wanted him to go to the study to see if he could recall anything.

..............................

"Tweety, use the clip for me." Standing at the door of the study, Jiang Ying blurted out to the girl standing at the door, and it came again, which only appeared when subconscious.

'Okay, Mr. Gong? The girl didn't seem to be surprised at all, she skillfully took off the thin clip on her head and handed it to Jiang Ying.

"The owner said before that it would be troublesome to lose the key, so he made a lock without a key. Every time the owner used Tweety's clip as the key to open it." Mr. Zhang saw Jiang Ying's doubts and answered Jiang Ying. He said, "Also, you are the only one who knows the lockpicking technique. You have had people try it before, and other people can't open it even with a clip."

Jiang Ying picked up the clip and twirled it with her fingers. That's right, the clip has a hidden buckle, and you can't find it if you don't touch it carefully. This Cui'er should be a trustworthy person.The hidden button should have been made before handing it to him, and Tweety probably hid the hidden button when other people opened it.

"Okay, Tweety, go downstairs, Mr. Zhang, please wait outside the door." Jiang Ying ordered the two of them, and then took Fang Han into the study.

The study room is very tidy, and the documents on the table are just a thin stack. Jiang Ying walked quickly to the window and pushed open the window, "Let's jump, if you don't jump now, you probably won't have time."

Although Fang Han was puzzled, he grabbed Jiang Ying and jumped out of the window neatly. As soon as the two of them landed, flames burst out of the window, and the whole restaurant was instantly drowned out by various noisy sounds.The guests downstairs all ran out one after another, and some well-trained guys ran upstairs carrying water, and the fire was put out after a while, the restaurant suffered little loss, and only Jiang Ying who was there just now was burned. that room.

In the chaos, Tweety took Jiang Ying and Fang Han away from the range of the restaurant, "Go this way, Mr. Gong, pay attention to your steps, this is not a good place to walk." Tweety led them to turn left and right in the alley and finally came to a In front of the dilapidated small courtyard, "Tweety doesn't pay my husband a lot of trust, and all his things are here." The little girl took an unremarkable silver hairpin from her hair and handed it to Jiang Ying.

Jiang Ying took the silver hairpin, and some fragments suddenly flashed in his mind. It was a man in a moon-white gown who gave him the lock and the silver hairpin. The man looked at him very gently, and Fang Han looked at Jiang Ying. Suddenly covering his head, he hurried over and kept calling his name.Jiang Ying slowly opened her eyes, muttering silently

"Aying, are you okay?"

"It's okay, maybe it's a headache caused by thinking of something." Jiang Ying rubbed her forehead

"Let's go, let's go into the house." Jiang Ying skillfully unscrewed the silver hairpin and took out the key to open an ordinary-looking lock.The dilapidated big iron gate was pushed open

The yard was very dilapidated. Jiang Ying led Fang Han to open the door and walked in. Tweety stood outside the house and guarded for them. The house had not been cleaned for a long time, and there was a lot of dust. Jiang Ying walked straight to the bed Go, squatted down, touched a little bump on the ground and pressed it down hard. The floor in front of the bed slowly opened, revealing the stairs that spread down. He even took out a night pearl from the small grid beside the bed

"Let's go" Jiang Ying turned her head and told Fang Han calmly

"Aying...you remember it?" Fang Han hesitated to ask the question in his heart

"No, I just remembered something about this place." Jiang Ying pursed her lips, looking a lot cooler, making Fang Han feel that the current Jiang Ying seems to overlap with the Jiang Ying before amnesia

Two people held the night pearl and walked down the steps

"Why did you think that Mr. Zhang would harm us just now?" Fang Han asked the question he had always had.

"I didn't doubt it at first, but Tweety's words about Mr. Gong caught my attention. Ordinarily, I should tell her my real surname for someone as reliable as Tweety. Since I only told her half of it, it means that she There are people around me that I can't trust, and after entering the study, the study is too tidy." Jiang Ying paused and continued to explain, "Mr. Zhang clearly said that it has been locked all the time, which means that the study must have changed hands, and He has a sulfur smell that cannot be concealed no matter how much incense is smoked."

"Then you give the information about the red carp to someone you don't trust. Does that mean that the person behind the red carp or the person represented by the red carp is not trustworthy?" Fang Han said affirmatively

"Then, the next question is who exactly does the red carp represent?" Fang Han was a little strange. The red carp was in the pond in Jiangfu, and it was even Jiang Yihong's favorite. Was there something wrong with the people around Jiang Yihong?

"I was thinking about this question just now, but my father is surrounded by old people who have been with me for many years, so I have to investigate carefully." Jiang Ying pressed the most terrifying possibility in her heart, and continued to walk down with Ye Mingzhu.

There are many steps, and it takes a while to finish. There is a corridor at the bottom. There are stone walls on both sides of the corridor. Jiang Ying walked forward silently. In fact, the numbers contained in the booklet imply the mechanism of this secret passage. , pressing on a bump on the wall, the wall in front of me opened up, there was nothing hidden inside as imagined, only a painting and a sentence carved on the stone wall.

"The living can die, the dead can't be resurrected, the living can't be with the dead, and those who can be resurrected after death, all the living will be enchanted." Fang Han read the words on the stone wall, but Jiang Ying picked up the stone on the ground and put it on the stone wall. words erased

"A Ying, you?" Fang Han wondered why Jiang Ying erased the words

"This is my word." Fang Han instantly understood that this was probably a clue Jiang Ying left for his amnesiac self.

Everything in Dongwu City showed that Jiang Ying's amnesia was man-made, and Jiang Ying even knew that there would be such consequences.

"Why did you leave yourself the phrase Peony Pavilion?"

"No, this is not the Peony Pavilion, it's just a sentence similar to the Peony Pavilion. I think the last thing I heard in that nightmare was not the Peony Pavilion. At first glance, this sentence seems to be someone wanting to resurrect the dead." Jiang Ying guessed that he had no clue now.

"Why are the eyes of the person in this painting blindfolded, and the blindfolded look feels familiar?" Fang Han wondered, and began to think about who the person in the painting was

"Don't think about it, like Uncle Hanyan," Jiang Ying said beside him, yes, Fang Han thought, it does look a bit like the one in his father's photo.

"Then...this is...?" Fang Han wanted to ask again, but Jiang Ying had already taken the painting off the wall

"This should be the last thing I leave for myself here. If I haven't recovered this memory after seeing Tweety's hairpin, I should have uncovered the paper on the person's eyes in that painting." Put it away, turn your head and look at Fang Han with some seriousness, "Since this is the first thing I remembered, let's settle this matter first."