"The one on the left belongs to my mother." Sikong Lu's back trembled a little: "My mother left after she gave birth to me. My father built this ice cellar and wanted to sleep here with my mother."

Qin Mu walked to the ice coffin on the left. In the refraction of the ice, he could vaguely see the appearance of a woman in her twenties. The person inside was lifelike. I wonder if some antiseptic method was used.

Waking up is like falling asleep.

"After my father died, I put him in the ice coffin on the right." Qin Mu followed Sikong Lu's finger and looked over. It was another ice coffin. It looked similar to the one here, except that the lid of the coffin had been opened.

On one side.

"This..." Qin Mu walked to the coffin on the right and took a closer look at the coffin lid. Because it was made of ice, nothing could be seen. If it were made of wood, he might still be able to find something, but it was just made of ice.

As soon as the air-conditioning blows, nothing can be seen anymore.

"We have inspected it before and concluded that the coffin was opened from the inside." Sikong Lu said with a sad face as she stroked the ice coffin.

"From the inside? Are you sure?" Qin Mu was stunned. Did Sikong Wenzheng wake up again after his death? It's not impossible. Qin Mu had also heard of many stories of people coming back from the dead, mostly after cardiac arrest.

After a long pause, he suddenly woke up.

After Sikong Wenzheng was sent to the ice coffin, the low temperature in the ice cellar could minimize his brain damage, but it really makes no sense that he could break out of the coffin on his own after being frozen for a long time.

Sikong Lu saw Qin Mu's doubts: "It's incredible, isn't it? I don't want to believe it unless my father is resurrected." When she said that she was resurrected, the corners of the girl's mouth rose, and a very happy look impressed Qin Mu's eyes.

, the tenderness in her eyes gathered little by little, how did this girl, who lost her mother when she was born, depend on her father all these years and support herself until today.

"Then why he didn't notify you when he was resurrected, but left quietly?" Qin Mu asked doubtfully.

"Maybe he has his own reasons, or maybe he has lost his memory." Sikong Lu thought for a while: "I have also investigated some books before. This kind of thing like resurrecting from the dead but losing memory is very likely to happen. After all, my father

When I woke up, I was in an ice coffin, so..."

"Can't hypothermia reduce brain damage?" Qin Mu asked back, but seeing Sikong Lu's sad face, he couldn't bear to say anything. He just said, "This matter is all on me."

Sikong Lu looked at Qin Mu gratefully. The little girl's gleaming eyes made Qin Mu a little unbearable. He coughed lightly and said: "Uh...does my father have some personal things that are more personal to him?"

It's more important...it's like a token."

Sikong Lu tilted her head and thought for a moment, then whispered: "Follow me."

Sikong Lu took Qin Mu to the study. The layout of this house is really good. The study is neither big nor small, and the interior is decorated in an antique style. The study looks so extraordinary and quiet. The air is even and warm, and the fire is bright.

There was also a red light floating slowly.

The walls are white, with some silver patterns printed on the white paper, and a few Turkish guns hanging on them. The two bookshelves are also white, and there are many books with gold letters shining beautifully on them.

There is a pot of asparagus grass lined up on top of the bookshelf. The grass has grown more than three feet long and hangs down like a vine. The small green leaves faintly cover some books.

On the exquisite mahogany desk, there are several English books, a marble ink tank, a computer with an LCD screen, and a few CDs scattered randomly beside the keyboard. Qin Mu feels that what Chonghua said is really right.

, I really, really like the environment of this house.

Sikong Lu saw the envy in Qin Mu's eyes, covered her mouth with a smile, took out a small flat gold box from the bookshelf, opened it, and found an old-fashioned pocket watch that had faded. Qin Mu was surprised, and Sikong Wen

During Zheng Ronghua's lifetime, the most treasured item turned out to be an old-fashioned pocket watch.

Sikong Lu opened her pocket watch and found a picture of a woman's peaceful smile embedded inside. She smiled slightly and said, "This is the most cherished thing by my father. It is said that it was given to him by my mother as a token of love."

Qin Mu took the pocket watch from Sikong Lu's hand. It was cool to the touch and not heavy, but it felt heavy. Qin Mu understood why Sikong Wenzheng thought this was the most cherished thing in his life. He could do it in his own house.

A man who builds an ice cellar for his wife is so infatuated with that woman.

Unknowingly, it was already noon time, and Si Kong Lu insisted on letting Qin Mu and Xiao Bai have lunch. Qin Mu couldn't refuse. Xiao Bai, who was a bit hostile to Si Kong Lu, also took that into consideration after seeing Si Kong Lu's lunch.

The hostility was eliminated.

After lunch, Sikong Lu watched the Lincoln car drive Qin Mu away.

Qin Mu returned to the clinic and wrote Sikong Wenzheng's name on the booklet with a judge's pen. He still used small seal script, but this time, as soon as the name was written, a ray of light flashed and the originally black name turned into red.

"What's going on?" After Xiaobai wandered around the house, he turned around and found Qin Mu holding a pamphlet with a solemn expression: "This kind of tracing thing should be very simple for you. Such a solemn expression is

Why."

"Sikong Wenzheng is dead." Qin Mu murmured.

"Did he die or be resurrected? He even ran out of the ice cellar." Xiaobai glanced at Qin Mu in surprise.

Qin Mu smiled bitterly: "Do you think that in such a low temperature, a frozen person can wake up and break open the ice coffin? Not even the monsters can do it, let alone a human being?"

"What do you mean?"

"Sikong Wenzheng has always been dead. There is no such thing as resurrection." Qin Mu took a look at the red letters on the booklet. Only the names of the dead will turn into red after using the judge's note to name them.

"What should we do?" Xiaobai was dumbfounded: "Didn't you guarantee that she would find her father?" Thinking of Sikong Lu's lunch, Xiaobai felt his stomach hurt. Such a beautiful woman.

"I promised to find it, and I will definitely find it." Qin Mu smiled and prepared incense, wine, and a bowl.

"Do you want to recruit Uncle Bai?" Xiaobai took a look and knew that these were the things used to summon Uncle Bai or Black Pearl.

"Uncle Bai? What are you recruiting him for?" Qin Mu glanced at Xiao Bai inexplicably, lit the incense with a lighter, and was reluctant to use his spiritual power. He put it in front of the bowl, then took the bowl and said to Xiao Bai: "Go and get some.

Here comes the water. I want to summon the soul."

"Calling spirits at noon? No ghost with common sense will come out, okay?" Xiaobai complained, but took the bowl from Qin Mu's hand and went to the kitchen to fill the water.

"What do you know, little girl?" Qin Mu shook his head, found a small cup, and poured some wine instead of filling it up like he did when he summoned Uncle Bai last time.

Xiaobai brought the water, Qin Mu took it, put it aside, gently circled the water in the bowl with her fingers, and murmured a spell in her mouth, Xiaobai turned into a human body and leaned aside to listen.

He vaguely heard Qin Mu calling Sikong Wenzheng's name in a strange tone.

The wine in the small wine glass slowly simmered for three times. A pair of simple black cloth shoes and gray socks appeared suddenly at the end of the table. On top, there were navy blue trousers with some gray patches.

, like work clothes that have not been washed for a long time, slowly, the upper body also appeared, still navy blue clothes, a bit like the clothes in a factory workshop, a very ordinary old man, sitting in front of Qin Mu.

His face is somewhat similar to that of Sikong Lu. At this moment, he is staring at Qin Mu expressionlessly. Qin Mu is also looking at Sikong Wenzheng. This is somewhat different from the Sikong Wenzheng he imagined. After all, he is still from the county library.

The book takes the lead and molds Sikong Wenzheng into a business legend. Such a business legend should not wear workers' clothes.

It was obvious that the person opposite was Sikong Wenzheng, as his face was very similar to Sikong Lu's, but Qin Mu still coughed and asked, "You are Sikong Wenzheng."

The ghost still looked at Qin Mu expressionlessly.

"Uh... Sikong Lu asked me to come to you." Qin Mu said with some embarrassment when the other party ignored him.

At this time, the old man's face became a little loose, and he moved his lips, as if he was trying something. Qin Mu waited patiently. After a long time, he heard the old man utter two words intermittently: "Lu... Lu...

Son……"

Qin Mu nodded and said, "She misses you very much."

As if he had found an outlet, Sikong Wenzheng burst into tears: "But I...but I'm sorry for her...I'm sorry for Wenxiu..."

"Where have you been? You're not resurrected, right?" Qin Mu asked excitedly. Wenxiu is probably the name of Sikong Lu's mother.

"I don't know... I don't know why I came to you again. I have been walking and walking. Wenxiu is not far from me, but I can't walk no matter how I walk... I can't...

Until..." At this point, Qin Mu was surprised to find that Sikong Wenzheng's soul was gradually fading, as if he would disappear in the next moment.

"How could this happen? The summoned soul would leave involuntarily. Is there someone in Qin Mu..." Xiaobai was startled when he saw Sikong Wenzheng disappearing from the place.

It goes without saying that Qin Mu was able to invite this person out during the day, and his skill was needless to say, but now this soul suddenly left again, what should I say?
Chapter completed!