Live Jianbao: Baoyou, you are very wrong

Chapter 799 Warring States jade fragments, dolls are wrong
Fujie House is not a place name, but a house with a clear owner.

There are not many people who know this place, and everyone's face changes when they hear about it.

Tomie House once lived in Kawakami Tomie, who was ranked in the top three in the horror works of Toyoko.With the ability to proliferate infinitely, even if only one cell survives, it can regenerate a new person.

According to the legend, the Fujiang house in reality is actually just a brutal murder case. The cruel murderer divided the victim into countless shares and put them in the house, and left a message on the wall, "Do you believe in retribution? I will use countless only eyes on you.

This incident spread later, and it turned out that the victim was divided into countless pieces and then turned into what it was before, and waited in the house for the murderer to return. The original house has also become a famous horror tourist attraction.

The author of Tomie Kawakami also found inspiration here, and created Tomie, who is among the best in the history of suspense and horror stories in the East.

Now Fujiang House has long since lost the traces of blood and crimes at that time, but the newly renovated environment is not a good place. I opened a very famous haunted house, but because of frequent accidents, it closed down. After that, no one dared to take over. This place has been vacant for more than ten years.

The vehicle stopped slowly, and the white walls and green spaces of Fujie House on the roadside were full of vitality, and there was no barren scene in the sunlight.

"Are you tourists here?"

Someone shouted and asked.

Ning Fan saw a white-haired old man standing at the window of a house not far away. He waved his hand and pointed to a light-colored box next to him.

"The ticket is [-] yen, just put in coins."

"This place also has coins?" Wang Duoyu jumped up.

"Otherwise, why have I cleaned it for so many years? The weeds in this yard are taller than people."

"Give me the money, let's go in."

Ning Fan didn't talk nonsense, and paid to enter.

The yard was indeed clean, and the weeds on the ground did not exceed three inches. Just looking at the appearance, it could not be seen that it was a famous haunted house.

"It's a bit too clean." Ban Liangjin looked in the direction of the shout and shook his head: "It doesn't smell that way anymore?"

"This smell?"

Ning Fan pointed to the corner, there was a round object hanging obliquely from the black pottery jar, he looked carefully and recognized it was a human head.

"Fake." Ban Liangjin glanced at the thing, his face calm, "I knew it was the props of the haunted house. The doll production of Dongyangguo itself is world-leading. Tomieya wanted to set a benchmark at that time, so it was normal to do so."

"The props are quite realistic."

Wang Duoyu leaned forward and looked at it carefully.

"Tom!"

The bloody head suddenly turned and hit the ground.

Wang Duoyu yelled and rushed back behind Ning Fan: "Ghost! There is a ghost!"

"fine."

Ning Fan shook his head and asked him to look at the past again.

A black cat emerged from the jar, stretched its waist, looked at Wang Duoyu with displeasure, jumped up the outer wall and disappeared.

"Crazy! There are still black cats in this kind of place, is it really not afraid of death?" Wang Duoyu complained, looking at Tang Qisheng, feeling puzzled.

"Old Tang, it's fine if they're not afraid. Master Ning is bold, and half a gold metaphysics, why don't you panic?"

"I'm a materialistic person, still afraid of this? This place is good, it's a pity to be a haunted house."

Tang Qisheng sighed casually after looking around the room.

"Master Ning, you didn't come here just to see the haunted house, did you?"

"Yes! Is there anything interesting here?"

When it comes to business, Wang Duoyu is also unambiguous.

"Not looking at the haunted house, there may be something else here."

Ning Fan looked at the head that had just landed in the corner.

"Master Ning, don't scare me! We are a materialist team!" Wang Duoyu's voice trembled, trying to gain a firm foothold.

"What are you thinking?" Ning Fan rolled his eyes at him, "I said there might be traces left by the dragon binding here."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

All three were stunned.

Fu Jiang and Bielong are not the same thing. One is a terrifying figure from the Eastern Kingdom, and the other is an ancient alchemy handed down from the Xia Kingdom.

In terms of similarity, does it mean that both can live forever?But this is not something that ordinary people can know, how is it written into a novel?
"Some things don't have to be reported for real, but a sign is enough."

Seeing that they didn't understand, Ning Fan asked someone to send a copy of the Eastern Country newspaper from the early years.

"See for yourself."

Several people gathered around and couldn't take their eyes off.

Thirty years ago, at Tomie House in Tokyo, a manga artist saw some weird things happening, and felt something after returning home, and created the image of Kawakami Tomie. Unexpectedly, a few days later, a murder case occurred here.

At that time, people thought that the cartoonist was the murderer, but no criminal clues and motives were found. In the end, the cartoonist was acquitted, and the role of Fu Jiang became a national-level terrorist character.

The three of them watched patiently and frowned.

"This is the introduction of Tomie House? It seems that there is nothing special."

"Yes, this news revealed the most important point." Ning Fan was very serious.

"what?"

"There is an anomaly here."

"It doesn't mean much, does it? Tabloids like to use these reports to attract traffic. Rowling also said that she saw Harry Potter on the train!"

"Not quite the same."

Ning Fan pointed to the ground
"These weeds grow so luxuriantly, not only because of the geographical environment."

"Blood sandalwood?"

With a bright mind, Ban Liangjin found a weeding tool and dug up some exceptionally lush places along the edge of the yard.

After a few clicks, a mass of black powder was dug out.

"vomit!"

Everyone's reaction has shown that this thing is the ashes formed after the blood sandalwood was burned.

"There's something wrong here!"

Several people completely changed their faces.

Ning Fan approached, squatted on the side to study for a while, looked outside the house, then looked at the direction of the pot, and stood up.

"It's something that other people intentionally let us see."

Everyone was silent, Ning Fan said while walking.

"The experiment 30 years ago, and the murder case, it is impossible to leave any traces here, but there are people who are not afraid to guard here, and there are such obvious signs, something is wrong."

"What if they were negligent?" Wang Duoyu guessed.

Ning Fan raised his eyebrows: "Would you be so careless about your family and life?"

"of course not."

Wang Duoyu stood aside: "If I arrange it, don't even think about keeping this yard. He digs three feet and moves it away. It will be said to the outside world that it was a gas explosion. Anyway, no one knows it."

"It seems that Young Master Wang does such things a lot?" Ning Fan teased.

Wang Duoyu was hairy all over: "No, Master Ning, don't talk nonsense, I just watch TV to go to school, my old man, it's not like you don't know that I can still live if I do it?"

"Then I don't know."

Ning Fan entered the house, ignoring the vegetation outside.

Tang Qisheng and the others followed and shuddered when they saw the scene inside the house.

Although the human head props outside are real, they are also placed under the sun, so they don't look scary.

But these are different in the house, those hanging from the ceiling, protruding from the wall, and buried in the ground, one counts as the other, all of them are real people, with a faint smell of rotting corpses, the inside of the house is similar to the Shura Field .

"This old man is really interesting. Clean up the outside but not the inside? No one cares if it stinks."

Wang Duoyu walked in, relying on the large number of people, stepped forward and fiddled with the puppets on the ground.

"Snapped."

The doll's arm is broken.

"It's not very strong." Wang Duoyu lowered his head, picked up his arm, and fiddled with it, "It's well done, I still have to install it for you..."

"Tom!"

Wang Duoyu fell to the ground and said hoarsely, "There is something! There is something here!"

Several people looked over and were also taken aback.

There was actually something wriggling in the arm of the puppet that Wang Duoyu kicked off, and it looked like a real corpse, and the corpses in the room also came from here.

"Real?"

Ning Fan was also a little surprised, Tang Qisheng and Ban Liangjin both looked solemn.

It's not right for a corpse to appear in such a place for no reason.

"Find someone to ask."

Ning Fan's expression was calm, and he didn't change at all after seeing the corpse.

"Who are you looking for?"

Tang Qisheng asked, suddenly thought of something, and looked at the small building where the toll collector lived just now: "Can he know?"

"He sure knows."

Ning Fan fiddled with the corpse, touching the black powder left by the bleeding sandalwood from underneath: "He just cleaned this place yesterday, so it's impossible not to smell it, I just checked the cash box, there is no money in it, and there is still a layer of dust. "

The traces of yesterday's cleaning, the dust in the cash box, and the seemingly irrelevant things that Ning Fan said became a reason that cannot be refuted.

"Understood." Tang Qisheng nodded and went out.

Others continued to check inside the house.

"You don't need to touch people, not puppets, they all exist like this."

"What do you mean?" Wang Duoyu looked at Ning Fan in surprise.

Ning Fan didn't say a word, went forward to find several other puppets, and started to do it directly.

Arms, legs, another arm, another leg, in just a few seconds, a not-so-new human figure was put together in front of my eyes.

"This is the dead man. The puppet is a cover and a curse."

"The car cracked?" Ban Liangjin covered his nose, not panicking, but disliked the strong smell, "Is there anyone who dares to kill people like this now?"

"Ordinary people don't dare, but the Five Photographers don't have such worries. Tokyo Metropolitan Bay doesn't know how many cement buckets they threw down."

No one answered, and Ning Fan didn't wait for them to answer. Looking at the corpse on the ground, his eyes moved slightly, and he picked up a small piece of turquoise stone the size of a fingernail from the waist of the corpse.

"Warring States sapphire? Where did it come from?"

Tang Qisheng came back from the inspection, stared at the things in Ning Fan's hands as soon as he entered the door, and leaned over to look carefully.

"On him."

Ning Fan pointed to the ground, Tang Qisheng was startled, saw what was going on on the ground, retreated half a step, and stepped forward bravely: "Dead?"

"I can't be more dead." Ning Fan raised his eyebrows: "Is there any news from you?"

"The old man ran away with his things. He is probably a spy. You can't stay here for long, or the life lawsuit will delay the time."

"Good plan."

Ning Fan praised, and the others looked at Ning Fan dumbfounded.

Praise others when something goes wrong?How can there be such a thing.

"It's not easy for someone to come up with this strategy, and Jin Weiwen is quite interesting."

Ning Fan nodded.

"Alright, if it's really over, it won't be much fun." Ning Fan put away his things and went out when he heard the sirens outside, "Just leave this place to Qiu Shuhezi, we can find our new friend."

When they went out, Fu Jiang's house was already full of inspectors from the Eastern Kingdom. When they saw Ning Fan and the others, they acted as if they hadn't seen them at all. They didn't stop them from interrogating them and let them go out.

"So perfunctory? Or is Master Ning taking too much face?" Wang Duoyu went out, returning to her hippie smile.

"Qiu Shuhezi arranged it." Ning Fan got into the car, still playing with the jade piece in his hand.

"Master Ning, is there anything special about this?"

"It's a bit special. It fell from a piece of jade."

Jade bi is an important ritual vessel in ancient Xia. It has developed from Shang and Zhou Dynasties to Tang and Song Dynasties. The earlier the value, the higher the value. Jade bi from the Warring States period can reach eight figures in auctions without other added value.

This thing appeared on the corpse, which is a bit weird.

"Hands and feet are dark, there are signs of labor, and the skin has no obvious signs of maintenance. This is not something he can afford."

Tang Qisheng also served as the coroner, and told the information he had just seen.

Ning Fan nodded: "It's from Jinwei's house. Huang Haoying said that their house happened to lose a jade biscuit a few days ago."

"How did this happen? Konoe Wen killed someone?"

"It's him and it's not him."

Ning Fan easily made a judgment based on the previous and subsequent news.

Jin Weiwen must have killed someone, but not in this way. There is something wrong with the jade bi, and the situation must be urgent, otherwise the murderer would not have noticed that there is still a piece of jade on him.

"But it doesn't make sense. If time is tight, how did he do it like this?"

Tang Qisheng nunuzui signaled the tragedy in the room.

The degree of sophistication and weirdness is unlikely to be arranged in a few minutes.

"Then go to the scene and ask."

Ning Fan told them to go to Jinwei's house to see the situation.

Qiu Shuhezi posted the invitation card, Huang Haoying ambushed secretly, and added them.

All three groups of people went to the Jinwei family. This scene is indeed rare.

……

"The Patriarch is not here...Huang Sang, you should go back."

At the door of the Jinwei family, Huang Haoying was still stopped outside the door, suddenly saw a Toyota Century stop, and Qiu Shuhezi got out of the car dressed up.

"what happened?"

The housekeeper of the Jinwei family did not dare to hide Qiu Shuhezi, and told the truth about what happened just now.

"I can go in, why can't he."

"You are a nobleman of the royal family, and he..." the butler of the Jinwei family stopped speaking, meaning written on his face.

"Huang Sang is a distinguished guest of this palace, and he came to Jin Weiwen to discuss important matters. I know about this matter, you just step aside. If there is any blame later, let your Patriarch come to me."

Qiu Shuhezi showed the majesty of the princess, and no one in the Jinweiwen family dared to stop him.

Ning Fan and the others watched from a distance, and nodded with satisfaction.

"This looks like a princess, she really has airs." Wang Duoyu clicked her tongue.

"Envy?"

"A bit."

In front of Ning Fan, Wang Duoyu didn't hide it: "In China, I'm still a long way from this posture."

"If you know it, do it well. When you look like your old man, it will be fine."

When mentioning the old man, Wang Duoyu pouted and said nothing.

There is no chance to surpass the feat of killing the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. We can only see if there are other possibilities.

"By the way, how do we get in?" Wang Duoyu pointed at the door: "Go directly?"

"No, let's go over the wall."

(End of this chapter)