First Chapter 45: Night Talk
Along the way, I felt inexplicably flustered. Given Qin Yiheng's personality, he wanted me to rush over so late, so things might be worse than I thought. I knocked on the door, and sure enough, I saw that he looked very bad. Before I could ask, he let me in, pointed behind him, and then walked to the door, apparently asking me to look for myself.
I then realized that in the middle of his living room, there was a large object standing upright, covered by a black plastic sheet. It looked very large, but I couldn't tell what it was. I looked back at him, and he didn't explain, but just walked to the object and removed the plastic sheet.
All the lights in Qin Yiheng's house were on, and the room was brightly lit. However, when I recognized what this object was, I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart - it was that wardrobe! How did it appear here? Could it be that Qin Yiheng made a special trip back to the ancestral temple to bring it back last time?
I looked at him, wanting to ask him what was going on.
Qin Yiheng lit a cigarette, threw one to me, sat on the sofa and looked at the wardrobe for a while, then said: "I found this thing here when I got home. I checked it and there were no signs of prying on the doors and windows. I don't know who put it here."
After saying that, he took a deep puff of his cigarette, stood up, walked to the wardrobe, and said, I have checked, this wardrobe should be the one in the ancestral hall.
After hearing what Qin Yiheng said, I was so shocked that I couldn't describe it in words. His house was on the eighth floor. Let's not talk about how the person who brought this object into his house easily. It was also very laborious to move it. The wardrobe was very high. I roughly measured it and I was afraid it couldn't fit into the elevator. If I had to carry it up the stairs by manpower, it would be very troublesome. Although I didn't know how heavy the wardrobe was, it must be heavy in terms of volume. It was incredible!
Qin Yiheng also expected that I would be so surprised, but he forced a smile and asked me to sit on the sofa, saying that he had more to tell me tonight. As he spoke, he took out a portable notebook from under the coffee table, flipped through two pages and handed it to me. I took a look and knew that these numbers were written down by him on the wall of the ancestral hall. I also paid attention to it at the time, so I had a deep impression of it.
So I asked, "Have you guessed the meaning of those numbers except the time?"
Qin Yiheng nodded, but did not explain. Instead, he got up and went back to the bedroom, took out a thick rope and put it on the coffee table, saying, Jiang Shuo, I know you must have a lot of questions in your mind now, why did I try so hard to take you to find that address book, why did I suddenly notify you to go to Wan Jinrong's house. Now, I can tell you that it is this rope. This rope, like this wardrobe, suddenly appeared in my house one day.
After hearing what he said, I looked at the rope carefully. Strictly speaking, this should be called a hemp rope. It is rare to see it in life nowadays. You can occasionally see it at small docks, and it is used to tie up small fishing boats. This rope is not as thick as the one used to tie up boats, but it is also made of many strands twisted together, about the thickness of two or three fingers. It looks very ordinary . The only special thing is that there are a few black dots on it with some kind of paint. At a glance, there are seven or eight.
At this point, my brain was a little slow to keep up, and I was too lazy to guess anymore, so I just asked him what was so special about this rope.
Qin Yiheng hummed, and then continued: "This rope looks ordinary, but it has a very unusual name. It is called Yinkou in the art of magic. Yinkou is a magical tool that many people who have studied metaphysics for a lifetime have never seen in person, because it is too difficult to find. Every point on it with camel blood represents a human life!"
After hearing what he said, I immediately counted carefully. There were exactly 11 points on the rope. There were 11 souls on this thing? Thinking of this, I instinctively leaned back and thought, "It's such an evil thing. Fortunately, I didn't touch it directly out of curiosity." I turned around and asked Qin Yiheng, "What is this thing for?"
Qin Yiheng told me not to be scared, and said: "This Yinkou is indeed very powerful, but it can only be effective if used by someone who knows the business. To put it simply, Yinkou is a rope that someone used to hang himself, but in the art of magic, only a rope that has claimed three lives can be called a Yinkou. This simple hanging rope is easy to find if you look carefully, but a rope that has claimed three lives is really hard to find. According to legend, if a Yinkou is tied to the feet of a seriously ill person, the person can be kept under the hands of the King of Hell for three days; and if it is connected to a person's hair, the soul can be pulled out without any effort. However, these are just rumors, because he himself has never seen this thing before."
As Qin Yiheng was talking, I was thinking, it is indeed not easy to find this hanging rope. With the development of society and the advancement of science and technology, the methods of suicide are no longer limited to hanging, poisoning, and cutting one's own throat in ancient times. This rope had been used to hang 11 people, which shows that it is quite old. It might be something left over from before the founding of New China.
"But, come to think of it, what does this thing have to do with Old Man Wan? Could it be that it was produced by their family?"
When I asked Qin Yiheng, he took out a matchbox-sized wooden box from under the coffee table and told me, "This was previously tied under this Yin buckle. Someone had written a note with Wan Jinrong's home address inside, but he lost the note, so now there's only an empty box left."
I picked up the empty box and looked at it carefully. It had an antique feel and no patterns or decorations on it. I didn't know if it was an antique.
However, even if it is just a handicraft, it still has a certain quaint beauty.
But now is not the time to study the appreciation value, so I put the box down and asked him, "Since you have found the address of Wan Jinrong's house, why didn't you go there with me earlier?"
Qin Yiheng lowered his head and was silent for a while. He pursed his lips habitually and told me, "Originally, he planned to meet me there, but he checked the origin of this Yinkou first. This Yinkou with three lives is very rare, and this kind of eleven lives may only appear once in decades. He thought that even if such a thing with a big origin is not known to everyone, there must be people in the industry who have heard of it. So, he hurried to visit several colleagues in metaphysics, but they didn't know about it. He had to return empty-handed to meet me, but I don't know who attacked him on the way. There were hairpins on all four wheels, and the car couldn't move. He took a taxi instead, but he didn't expect that the driver was blinded by someone, which led to his late arrival in the end."
I nodded. Judging from what happened later, I was afraid that the reason why he was plotted against was that someone was afraid that we would find some clues in Wan Jinrong's house first. However, Qin Yiheng later analyzed that Yuan Zhen might be the address book. If so, what was the fake Liu Quezi looking for? Wasn't it the address book?
My head was a little heavy again, so I simply stopped thinking about it and continued to wait for Qin Yiheng to talk. He must have been tired of talking, so he opened a can of beer for each of us and continued, "I know you must be thinking that even if the reason we went to find the address book was this inexplicable vaginal buckle that appeared in my house, and I didn't tell you the root cause, today, I think there is no need to hide it anymore. Jiang Shuo, everything I do is for your own good. You can never make enough money, but you only have one life. Do you understand?"
I was completely confused by what he said. Seeing his serious expression, I had a bad feeling. After he finished speaking, he drank his beer in one breath, walked to the bedroom, and took out something. This thing was wrapped in oilcloth, and it seemed that he took good care of it. I looked at the shape and thought, "Is it an oil painting?" However, when I peeled off the oilcloth layer by layer, I found that it was actually the coffin board from the house of Zhenlong in Jiuzi Town. My name and birth date were all on it without missing a word. "
Seeing this thing, I felt a little uneasy. This thing, like the unknown wardrobe, was indescribably strange. Qin Yiheng did not explain much to me, but slowly turned the coffin over, then looked at me without saying a word. When the other side of the coffin appeared in front of me, I immediately gasped!
There are words on this side too! How come I've never heard him mention it before? That night, I only took a quick look at the coffin board when it was placed on the floor. Now it seems that Qin Yiheng must have discovered the words on the back and deliberately didn't let me see it, and I didn't expect him to bring this board back. This really shocked me. However, this shock didn't last long. When I really saw the words on it, I suddenly fell silent. My mind was even blank for a few seconds. I don't know what this feeling should be called. Maybe the puzzle in front of was too profound.
The back of the coffin lid is also related to me, and the relationship may be even more important than the birth date and eight characters above, because it says: Jiang Shuo died in the Jiawu year, Bingyin month, Yimao day.
Is this the date of my death? I took a deep puff of a cigarette before turning to ask Qin Yiheng this question. He shook his head and said, I don't know either, but I'm just afraid of the possibility. The real dragon in Jiuzi Town was set up by a master, but why did he have to lead us to break it? I can't figure it out, so I haven't told you about it, just because I'm afraid you will be suspicious, because now it seems that no one can be sure that this date of death is true. But even so, we still need to investigate, this is a life-threatening business, but if you don't gamble, Jiang Shuo, you may really lose your life.
His voice was a little hoarse, I don't know if it was because he smoked too much, anyway, during this period of time, neither of us stopped smoking. I calmed down for a while, and I didn't think this was such a terrible thing. I said to Qin Yiheng, according to the days listed, I still have two years to live, and this may not be true, what if it is just a prank by a psychopath? In addition, he told me about the coffin lid, is he hoping that I will follow him to investigate? He nodded and said that he had actually thought about it. If he didn't tell me, I was afraid that I would definitely not follow him to those houses that didn't make money in the future.
After saying that, Qin Yiheng smiled helplessly, picked up the notebook again, pointed at the numbers on it and said, "I've thought about this for a long time. I think the time numbers should be coordinates." He also tried to use Google Maps to check. The location is in a provincial capital city in the south, where a large real estate project is being started recently. If his judgment is correct, the coordinates point to that place.
His inference is possible. Although there is no geographical information marked on the number, judging from what he said, he must have checked it over and over again on Google Maps. This place must have been selected by him. But this is a little unclear. If this is really a geographical coordinate, who would have left it on the wall of the ancestral hall? What does the time below mean? What will happen at that time?
Qin Yiheng just shook his head and said, I hope you can go with me as soon as possible. At worst, I can find out if there are any reliable houses on the way and buy a few of them. I felt very embarrassed when he said this. It seemed that all these things were endangering my life, but it seemed that he was begging me to go, and he even tempted me with buying houses. I took a few sips of beer, feeling that there are fewer and fewer reliable friends like Qin Yiheng now. I immediately made an appointment with him to take a few days off and then set off to take a look at that place.
Qin Yiheng nodded quickly after hearing this, and then said: "Then let's continue talking about this wardrobe."
I was so busy studying it on the coffee table that I forgot there was such a big thing next to me. I didn't look at it carefully before, but now I took a closer look and found that this wardrobe is different from the ones I had seen before. The difference is not in the wardrobe itself, but the thick transparent tape wrapped around the wardrobe is gone. I don't know if Qin Yiheng peeled it off before I came, or it was not there when it was delivered.
Qin Yiheng stood in front of the closet door, turned his head and nodded at me, and stretched out his hand to open the closet door. I was a little panicked when I saw his actions. The things in the closet last time made him dizzy. This time, it appeared in his house from unknown sources. What if someone was planning to harm us? Who knows what evil things might be inside. I wanted to tell him to stop, but he looked calm. Could it be that he had already opened it? I had no choice but to shut up.
With an unpleasant creaking sound, the two doors were slowly pulled open. I walked forward to see what was in the cabinet.
As soon as I took a look, I was stunned. This is Yuan Zhen?
