Mountains and seas have a home

Chapter 151 Darkness Chen Cang

"While I was asleep, did something happen outside?" Ji Yao asked, "Have you been attacked? Has the alarm been sounded? Has the combat readiness system been adjusted? Has anyone been injured... ..”

Fu Zhong kissed him on the lips, and the second half of Ji Yao's words were stuffed back into his stomach and melted.Fu Zhong touched Ji Yao's lower lip with the tip of his tongue. He was always careful, like protecting a cloisonné vase from the Ming Dynasty.After parting, Fu Zhong took Ji Yao's hand, sat on the bedside with him on his knees, and said softly: "There is no accident outside, it is as peaceful as moonlight. The real-time data sent by the weather station shows that tomorrow will be a good weather. I have given the order to prepare for battle and everything is in order."

Ji Yao closed her eyes slightly, with a slight smile on her lips, like a green hill in the distance, surrounded by a cloud of smoke.Ji Yao stretched out his finger and tapped the back of Fu Zhong's hand, flying his little finger, his beautiful hand was like a butterfly: "You did it carefully, and you look good."

"I have to go and see the chief. I'm afraid there is too much or too little. It's not necessary." Fu Zhong put on Ji Yao's windbreaker from the back, and then carefully tied his belt, "I went to the laboratory, Professor Yang Qihua I'm working. I also met Dr. Xiao Zhuoming, she needs your help with something."

Ji Yao raised his hand to touch the collar of his shirt, the collar stay was still pinned inside, so he was a little relieved.I don't know when he got this habit. When wearing a shirt, he always touches the collar to make sure the collar is stuck inside and not lost.Ji Yao lowered her head and smoothed the wrinkles on her clothes, and asked casually, "What does she need my help for? Dr. Xiao's request is naturally granted unconditionally."

Fu Zhong stood in front of him and straightened his collar and cufflinks. He could not hide the tenderness and smile in his eyes with lowered eyes: "Dr. Xiao needs to use the remote control system. She wants to mobilize the database in her study at home. Find some important information. I hope the chief will approve it."

"What important information do you have to use your own study database? Xinghe's database is all-encompassing, as long as it does not involve confidentiality, you can directly consult it." Ji Yao frowned, "If you really want remote control, you have to call She fills out an application."

"Of course, Dr. Xiao is in the lab right now, and the application form is on her lab table. The chief has to go there. Remember to bring a pen." Fu Zhong pinned the pen into Ji Yao's sleeve, the golden cap and Like cufflinks, there was a faint light shining.

They walked out the door together, passed the staff outside, and all stopped to salute.Ji Yao's expression was calm, and he would occasionally smile, he was used to this way in front of outsiders.He talked softly with Fu Zhong, and his eyes often turned to look at him, like a bright moon.

Xiao Zhuoming was smoking a cigarette by the table outside, in a posture that would be uncomfortable for anyone to lean on, with his waist twisted obliquely, and one leg stretched out to step on the floor.The ventilation fan on the top was turned on, and the air purification system was also turned on, and the smoke was sucked away before it dissipated.She had just taken off her protective clothing from the laboratory, her body smelled of laboratory-specific potions, and her sleeves were stained with blood.

"Doctor Xiao, you just happened to be outside." Fu Zhong greeted lightly, "Your remote control application can be signed by Chief Ji, and we will get the information for you immediately."

Ji Yao stood next to Fu Zhong with his pockets on, and looked around the laboratory with his chin tightened, without speaking or expressing too much expression.Both he and Fu Zhong were tall, Xiao Zhuoming had to raise his head to see their faces clearly.Xiao Zhuoming waved his hand to clear the lingering smoke in front of him, coughed twice, put out the cigarette butt with his right hand, his body was still leaning, and his left hand casually reached out to shake hands with Fu Zhong.

"Hi, Chief." Xiao Zhuoming stood up straight and bowed to Ji Yao. She is not tall and small, and she had to lift her chin to look at Ji Yao when she stood up straight. "It's nice to see you again, Chief Ji."

The glasses on Xiao Zhuoming's face had covered most of her face, and the light was shining, so she couldn't see clearly.Ji Yao smiled and greeted her with a few words, took out a pen to sign the application form, and then handed it over to the electronic secretary for processing, and the operation interface of Xinghe hung up from above immediately.

Ji Yao glanced at Yang Qihua in the laboratory. Yang Qihua sat in front of the computer and put on his glasses. He pointed at a certain place on the paper and compared it with the data on the computer. His eyes squinted and the corners of his mouth pulled down.Ji Yao knew that he must have encountered some problem.

"The remote control is established, please enter the search terms." Xinghe's voice sounded suddenly, and Ji Yao turned his eyes away from Yang Qihua. Fu Zhong rolled up his sleeves and flipped through the experiment report. Ji Yao saw a few scratches on his arm. A red mark with broken skin.

Xiao Zhuoming pulled a chair and sat down, Xinghe lowered the height following her movements, and the electronic secretary gave Xiao Zhuoming operation tips on the side.Ji Yao walked over and stood beside Fu Zhong, leaning against the metal partition of the utility table, put his finger on Fu Zhong's arm, and asked softly, "Did I make these?"

Only then did Fu Zhong belatedly realize that he had accidentally rolled up his sleeves. His face was a little flustered, but he quickly regained his composure. He glanced lightly and replied, "It's just a small injury, It's okay, it will scab over in a while."

Ji Yao tilted his mouth up, and Fu Zhong saw his little movement, when he tilted his mouth up, his cheeks sunken a little, as if asking for a kiss, and as seductive as a fox.Ji Yao's fingers gently brushed the broken skin, and then moved to the old wound: "I did this last time. I caught you like this every time I got sick, I'm sorry. I don't want the same thing to happen again Otherwise, I can't control myself, I'm afraid I will do something."

"It'll be fine." Fu Zhong pinched Ji Yao's fingers, glanced at Xiao Zhuoming on the other side, lowered his eyelashes calmly, and pulled down his sleeves, "It's good to cooperate with the doctor for treatment, and top-notch Get a neurologist to help you, and you'll be fine."

"Of course it will be fine, two chiefs, how long are you going to stand there?" Xiao Zhuoming felt that the light shone on him, as if his whole body was covered with a halo, even a little dazzling.Ji Yao turned to look at her, but didn't speak; Fu Zhong held the report paper in his hand, and didn't move.

Xiao Zhuoming looked at them for a few seconds, and the atmosphere was a little delicate.She moved her fingers, her neck tensed, her bones protruded, her unusual golden-brown eyes opened, and after a long while, she briefly added: "The information has been found."

"Dr. Xiao said that her father had a work diary, which described the black tower in Tibet. Dr. Xiao just wanted to find this diary today, so he needed the help of remote control." Fu Zhong explained to Ji Yao, putting down his hands report paper.

Ji Yao nodded to show that he knew, Xiao Zhuoming took out the diary, turned to the relevant position, carefully peeled off a thin piece of sulfuric acid paper from the middle of the two pages, and laid it flat on the table.Ji Yao shined a beam of light on it, revealing the ink marks on the paper.

Fu Zhong knew what was drawn on the paper at a glance. Xiao's father was a good painter and could use a single ink brush to draw the majestic momentum of Tibetan rivers and mountains.The top is covered with thick clouds, the lower part is a basin, and the farther place is occupied by mountains.The center of the basin is flat and vast, and a black building suddenly rises from the hazy mist, with the top piercing into the clouds, and its height is unknown.

"The work diary when I was working in Tibet in 2008. This painting was also drawn at that time. The time and signature are written in the corner." Xiao Zhuoming adjusted his glasses and looked closely at a line of small characters in the corner, "Xiao Erhuai, yes My father's signature, that's right."

"2008." Ji Yao repeated softly, propping his elbows and twisting the skirt of his windbreaker with his fingers, "My father went to Tibet. Two years later, he went on a mission, and a year later, he was declared dead. ...what is the connection here?"

Fu Zhong put on his gloves and bent down, pointing his fingers on the sulfuric acid paper, the paper was already very fragile, and it made a rustling sound when touched.Fu Zhong looked at the lower right corner and carefully identified the black writing.After a long time, the ink is scattered, fainted, and I can't recognize it clearly.

"On October 08, 10, the pagoda was closed by the four families. Xiao Erhuai." Fu Zhong read out the line of words in the order of the notes, "What does it mean that the pagoda is closed by the four families?"

Ji Yao leaned over and looked down at the screen, her long eyebrows were frowned, and the end of her eyebrows was curved in a beautiful arc: "Fu's family, Ji's family, Yang's family, and Xiao's family, I guess these four. Seal the tower? I don't want to seal the tower." I know, probably sealed something in the tower."

All three were silent, Ji Yao looked down at the picture, although there was no great emotional ups and downs on his face, but Fu Zhong knew that he was thinking at this moment.After a long while, he looked at Xiao Zhuoming and Fu Zhong, and said, "I have another question, why did he use sulfuric acid paper for painting? This kind of paper is not easy to ink, and the ink will smudge after a long time, even rubbing it with your finger Wipe off the ink. Fu Zhong, you are studying architecture, and you know more about drawing than I do."

"It is true that sulfuric acid paper is not good for painting. This kind of paper is generally used for printing. If we must use it, it is mostly used for drawing, and it is rare to paint directly with ink lines."

Ji Yao smiled, supported Xiao Zhuoming's chair, and asked, "What guesses do you have?"

Xiao Zhuoming was silent for a while, then replied: "This painting is drawn."

Ji Yao didn't answer, he looked at the picture on the paper for a while, raised his eyes and looked at Fu Zhong: "So who should appear here most now?"

"Specially hired profiling expert, Lin Cheng."

Sandie and Bai Yi got out of the car together, and the car stopped under the ancient pine tree. At that time, a sparse snowfall had just finished, and the pine tree was covered with snowflakes again.As soon as Sandie stepped on the ground, he could smell the faint scent of pine in the air, as if floating down from the sky.

Outside the garden, there were often policemen sweeping the snow, or straightening the flower branches and vines protruding from the wall, but today there was no sign of anyone.Sancha carried the suitcase and walked to the door together with Bai Yi, the housekeeper was coming down the steps, she tripped too fast.

"Hurried, what do you look like?" Bai Zhu scolded severely. She has always been well-mannered, strict to the point of being rigid, and even her long eyebrows have been trimmed perfectly. "What's wrong with Madam? The doctor is here." Is it gone? Where are the servants at home? The snow has piled up so thick outside that no one is going to sweep it away."

The housekeeper stood firm, and after apologizing, he folded his hands and followed Bai Zhu up the steps. Seeing three folds on one side, he thought he was unfamiliar, so he asked a few more words: "This gentleman has never met before, who is he? "

"United Nations Peace Ambassador." Bai Zhu answered her, and they walked into the empty hall, where traditional spices were burned, and the faint aroma of pine branches filled the air, like walking into a summer red pine forest, "He is my guest. "

The housekeeper didn't say any more, she lowered her head, took off her coat and hung it aside, and helped Bai Zhu take the purse, and put it on the small table beside her: "The wife is in the room, and the doctor is also in the emergency treatment. The others I They were all dismissed, too many people are not good.”

Sandie didn't hear what the butler was saying to Bai Zhu, he stood in the hall and looked around calmly.There are three stacks of wine-red scarves hanging around the neck, a high-necked vest and black tie, fastened with pins, a black coat wraps the body, and a white silk handkerchief is folded in the pocket.He looked like he was at a funeral, but not quite.

The Hunting Field Villa looks a bit bigger than Gu Qichuan's house. If the house is too big, it tends to look empty. This is the case with Gu Qichuan's house, and so is the Hunting Field Villa.There are more than ten rooms up and down, all of which are closed, and no one comes and goes, making people breathless.

Sandie was not comfortable staying in such a space, but he couldn't tell where it was uncomfortable, he felt a force pressing on the top of his head, his heart seemed to be blocked, and his blood was not flowing smoothly.Bai Zhu was chatting with the housekeeper, his voice was buzzing, and there was a diffuse echo.

"I'm going up to deal with some things, it may take a while." Bai Zhu took off his gloves and threw them on the plate next to him, and turned to go upstairs with the handrail of the stairs. "Mr. Ambassador, you can wait in the lobby, if you want to go around OK."

"Thank you, madam." Sandie nodded in agreement. He watched Bai Zhu go up the stairs and disappeared around the corner. She should have gone to a certain room on the second floor.Sandie heard the housekeeper talking, and the word "death" he heard most clearly.

The box is placed on the marble table, and behind the glass door on one side is a huge fish tank, with a touch of sapphire blue, illuminating the dark gray wall behind. The color can be compared with the most beautiful cloisonne in the museum .Porcelain vats are placed under the brown wooden flower stands, painted with palmetto leaves and orchids, filled with clear water, and lotus flowers grow on the vats.

What surprised Sandie even more was that there were lotus flowers blooming.He looked back at the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. The mountains were covered with unmelted snow. In such a season, there were actually lotus flowers blooming.

Sandie felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, walked over to wipe the porcelain vat, fiddled with the lotus on the water, he faintly heard the sound of flowing water.When I walked to the window, I found that there was a pond built behind the house, the water was not frozen, and there was traffic going up and down.

He pondered for a while in his pocket, and finally realized what was wrong—there was too much water in the villa.The living room is full of water, including lotus porcelain vats, fish tanks as big as half a wall, water gurgling under the hollowed-out floor, and five-color stones are laid out in the water channels.

Normal people's homes would not be like this, at least the normal people that Sandie knew would not bring so much water into their homes, it was still open, exposed to the air, and it looked abnormally humid.No wonder the spices are burned instead of perfumed, probably to cover up the abundant moisture.

What do you want to do to make the water vapor so rich?Can you prevent chapped skin and nosebleeds in autumn dry season?Not quite, Bai Zhu doesn't look like someone who would do that.Three stacks knocked on the heels of his leather shoes, and he stood beside a fur-covered chaise longue and looked out to the garden behind the house.

Bai Zhu walked into his wife's bedroom, the dark velvet curtains were tightly drawn as usual, and the light in the room was dim.The outer room is where the head of the Ji family used to work. Everything is still placed as it was, as if the head of the family is still alive. He just goes out to rest and will come back in a while.

"How is your wife?" Bai Zhu pushed open the door of the inner room and walked in. There was a pungent smell of medicine inside, stuffy in the room, and it became stronger and stronger. "What happened, why did you suddenly change?" Like this?"

The doctor was standing beside the bed to give the old lady emergency treatment, already sweating profusely.The wife seemed to be having a nightmare attack again, she kept pulling her thin body, gnarled veins popped out on the back of her withered hands, her eyes were wide open, and there was a muddy whining sound from her throat.

"I'm stunned. I have a heart problem. I suddenly went into shock just now. Now my heartbeat has just recovered and has not stabilized. I don't know what will happen next." The doctor wiped off the medicine on his hand and put on a pair of gloves. The monitor is monitoring her condition, and it doesn't look too good. Ma'am, I think you understand what I mean."

The doctor stepped aside and swiped a few times on the screen. The human body scan model was quickly presented, and the danger warning appeared in the upper left corner.Bai Zhu stood under the light and looked at the diagnostic items that kept popping up on the screen. Her brows and eyes were pale, but her lips were bright red. Those lips with lipstick looked unfriendly to the whole world.

"Bai Zhu...Bai Zhu...where did you hide your...things?" Suddenly hearing someone calling himself, Bai Zhu hurriedly walked to the bedside and leaned over, Holding his wife's hand, "It's time to return it... Please... return it..."

The old lady opened her mouth, but no teeth could be seen in the black hole.She was very, very old, too old.The eyelids drooped, the eyebrows were so pale that they were almost invisible, and the backs of the hands were covered with brown spots, like a piece of dry burnt wood that would crumble to powder if touched.

Bai Zhu turned her head to see the clock on the wall and the calendar on the table. She saw that today's day was printed with bright red ink, appearing abruptly among a pile of black numbers.Bai Zhu suddenly realized that the time had come, and it was today.

Withdrawing his hand from his wife's, Bai Zhu backed away silently, leaving some distance from the bed.She watched an octogenarian writhing and writhing in pain in bed with a heart attack and nightmares, unmoved.The same old cry echoed in the room.

That sound seemed to come from a hundred years ago, through time to the present, to this room, bumping around in the room, kicking up dust.It doesn't know that it's old, it thinks it's young.

"Inject her with potassium cyanide." Bai Zhu clasped his hands and said, with a calm and calm expression, "That's it, it's hopeless. That's it."

The doctor didn't speak, he kept looking at Bai Zhu, obviously hesitating.Bai Zhu turned his eyes and glanced at him, as if holding a knife's edge, not angry, but cold.The doctor knew that this was the wife of the Bai family under Kunpeng's sect, the real Lord Zanying.

He silently took out the potion bottle of potassium cyanide from the box.The old lady curled up her skinny body and panted violently, convulsing her whole body; the doctor installed the potassium cyanide needle on one side;

The needle went into the vein, and the doctor paused, then pressed his thumb to push the needle all the way.Bai Zhu watched quietly, she watched a person's soul light up in the large pile of light and dark, and then slowly dissipate.The soul was originally as light as dewdrops, but when the sun comes out, it evaporates into water vapor.

Bai Zhu turned around and walked to the side cabinet, and opened a drawer casually.After the injection, the doctor put away the needle tube, looked at the silent Mrs. Xu, took off the mask, and the cold sweat made his eyes extremely moist.He shook his chin and stared at his wife's distorted and aged face for a while, then lowered his head and quickly packed the box, and then turned off all the medical equipment.

"Ma'am, Mrs. Xu's family has passed away, what will you do next?" the doctor asked.

"Choose an heir." Bai Zhu said, looking at the things in the drawer, "There is no need to think about such a simple question. Besides, I'm sorry for you, doctor. You can go back and rest, and I will pay you wages."

The doctor didn't want to stay here any longer, and after thanking him, he carried his suitcase and turned around towards the door of the inner room.Bai Zhu raised her hand abruptly, and she held a gun in her hand.After a gunshot, the doctor fell to the ground, blood flowed from his chest and flowed under the carved bed.

The room returned to silence, Bai Zhu wiped the handle of the gun, and then threw the gun back into the drawer.She closed the drawer unhurriedly, and wiped the dust off a carved wooden crabapple flower.She was wearing a black blouse and half skirt, with her tall body sideways looking nostalgic to the wall with picture frames.The hair, which is carefully groomed every day, is curled in a wave-like arc around the forehead, and a few strands hang around the neck, like a vine blooming.

Bai Zhu glanced at the dead Mrs. Xu, and then looked at the photos on the wall, the young Patriarch of the Ji family and the young Mrs. Xu, the wife was wearing a wedding dress, she was very beautiful, a rare beauty.The walls, cabinets, beds, tables, chairs, and even the air in this room exude a decaying dusty smell, a sense of despair buried under the mad sands of time that has not seen the light of day for a long time.

Bai Zhu heard the sound of footsteps passing by, which represented the end of an era.Those long glorious years are all stored in the past years.The future has not come yet, and it is a long distance from the body of the old master to the hand of the new master.

Bai Zhu smiled, avoided the pool of blood, stepped over the doctor's body and left the room.She gently closed the door behind her, as if she was protecting someone's dream.She went to the outer office and took out a suitcase from a locked cabinet.Opening the box, there were several thick leather manuals stacked inside, and bundled old newspapers beside it.

Mrs. Bai carried the box and left the room.

Sandie stood in the flower room in the backyard, he saw a neat piece of white silk hanging in the center of the flower room, blocking the other half of the space.Half of the flowers in the greenhouse have withered, but some are still alive.Similarly, lotus flowers and fish are raised in several porcelain jars.

"What are you doing here?"

A voice suddenly came from behind, and Sandie was startled, and turned around to see Bai Zhu standing behind him, wearing appropriate clothes, with a calm posture.The only difference is that she has an extra box in her hand.Seeing that Sandie was silent, Bai Zhu repeated with a smile: "What are you doing here?"

"Ah, ma'am, I just took a stroll. I like your garden very much, so I came here to take a look." Sandie pursed her lips and said, "I'm sorry if I offended you."

With a faint smile, Bai Zhu looked like sunshine without warmth: "I'm not offended, it's just that people don't come here often, it's lack of cleaning, and it's a bit messy."

After she finished speaking, she called the butler who was standing outside and asked her to take the ambassador to other places.Sandie noticed that Bai Zhu didn't follow her out of the greenhouse, she stayed in the greenhouse, not knowing what she was doing, maybe she was watering the flowers.

Sancha waited in the hallway for a while, doing some work on the computer.After a while, Bai Zhu came out from behind, holding a box in one hand and a wooden box in the other.She had already put on her coat and looked like she was going to leave.

"Where is Madam going?" Sandai turned up her collar to keep out the cold, and walked down the steps.

"Go to the mansion of Lord Zanying, and then we will head to Lake Baikal the morning after tomorrow."

Bai Zhu answered simply, and then she stopped talking.Sanchai saw that she opened the box and took out a bundle of yellowed and brittle newspapers, spreading them on her lap one by one to read.

"old newspaper?"

"Well, just some old papers about my work that need to be re-studied."

Sandie didn't speak, he glanced at the headline of the newspaper, which was printed in thick ink: Japanese planes bombed the embankment of the Yellow River, three dragons floated on the water.The time of the report was June 1938, 6, the day after the Huayuankou Dam burst.

"He didn't draw it on the mountain." Lin Cheng, a specially-appointed profiling expert, concluded, "At least I can't profile it. So I don't think this painting is a sketch, maybe it's a drawing, maybe it's a comparison with a photo."

Xiao Zhuoming nodded his fingers, frowned and asked Lin Cheng, "Expert Lin, can you tell me about the circumstances under which this painting was drawn?"

Lin Cheng sat at the table with a thin piece of sulfuric acid paper spread out in front of him. He lowered his head and stroked the lines on the paper carefully, turned his head to look at the handwriting from the side, and closed his eyes: "Candles...they lit candles, There are also incandescent lamps...the smell of wax oil remains on the paper. The brush strokes are rapid and forceful, and the painter was very nervous at the time, and he kept changing the direction of his wrist to paint..."

Lin Cheng got up and asked Xiao Zhuoming to sit on the seat, then slowly wandered around her, gesticulating, pointing to Fu Zhong and Ji Yao: "There are a few people standing beside him...staring at him... ...After finishing the painting, he wrote on the lower left corner...On October 2008, 10, the four families closed the pagoda."

"And then, sign your own name?"

"No, he didn't sign his name at that time." Lin Cheng said, he pressed his temples to relieve the tense nerves, bent down to pick up the sulfuric acid paper, and looked it up to the light, "The ink stain didn't penetrate as deep as other places, It shows that the name was added after a long time. Think about it, why is this? Why was it not signed at that time, but a name was added after a long time?"

Xiao Zhuoming said: "My father died in an accident in 2008."

"This painting was painted in October. If there is a difference in the depth of ink penetration, it must be at least a year apart." Fu Zhong said, "Did he add this name later?"

Ji Yao stood behind Xiao Zhuoming and looked at the drawing paper, his eyes fixed on the thin line of ink in the lower left corner: "Maybe he didn't sign it himself, but someone else signed it after imitating his handwriting."

"Who can imitate so much?" Xiao Zhuoming didn't believe it, "I don't think so."

"Maybe it's a master of imitation paintings? There are imitation painters in the gang of counterfeiting banknotes, who can reproduce the patterns of banknotes exactly and not be detected by machines." Ji Yao looked into Xiao Zhuoming's eyes, "A highly skilled tattooist I know this skill too. Also, the signature is so small, the ink will spread, even if there is an error, you can’t distinguish it, right?”

"So now the conclusion is, first, this painting is likely to have been painted. Second, the atmosphere was very tense when it was painted. Third, this painting was later in the hands of another person. Fourth, this person pretended to be Mr. Xiao's." The handwriting signed the painting, and the purpose is unknown." Lin Cheng said.

"If it was traced, where is the original picture? Who drew the original picture? Why did you trace it?"

Ji Yao was investigating some files in front of the electronic screen. After a while, he put down his hand and copied it back into his pocket.The photos sent by the scouts popped up on the screen, showing a black tower in the mountains, soaring into the sky.

"Maybe it's here?" Ji Yao said.