Jill Manor.

Zhang Yu and Zhang Yinling came up from the basement, and the clues were gone. When they left the villa, they saw their disciples busy in the big yard, some of them were boxing and some practiced formations.

They were all in high spirits, and even Zhu Jiuzhen became accompanied with everyone.

Zhang Yu inspected symbolically and walked towards the villa in the main building. As soon as he entered, Zhang Yu's eyes unconsciously fell to the stairs in the basement.

Last night, Miss Allen went to the basement first and said that the paintings were left by Sister Roni. Zhang Yu was not interested in foreign oil paintings, but he still felt that something seemed to be wrong here, and he couldn't explain it clearly, so he simply walked towards the stairs.

The little girl followed him and the two of them came to the basement together. Zhang Yinling knew the switch of the light and turned on it directly.

The basement here is larger. As soon as you go down, you will find a relatively spacious living room. There is a circle of sofas, a drink bar, refrigerator and refrigerator, etc., all of which are available. Opposite the living room, there is a large room with double doors. When you take a look inside, you can see something that looks like a movie screen.

However, Zhang Yu did not see the oil paintings and asked, "Where are you putting the things you moved down?"

"The rich man's home in the screening room inside is really pompous. The private theater is so big." He walked into the big room and turned on the lights casually.

Zhang Yu followed him in and his eyes suddenly became clear. What a guy, this place is really big, just like the cinema screening room.

There is a large screen in the front, four rows of seats at the back, and each row of seats is equipped with a coffee table.

There is a spacious distance between the seat and the large screen. There are many things placed here. There are three piles of oil paintings alone, and there are several boxes. Because there is no lid, you can see a lot of clothes inside. Men's and women's, all of them are.

Zhang Yu walked to a bunch of oil paintings and looked at them. At best, Zhang Yu could see a rough idea of ​​the quality of the paintings, and they had to be Eastern paintings. Some oil paintings like Western paintings are even very abstract, and with Zhang Yu's aesthetic ability, they could not appreciate them at all.

However, Zhang Yu still picked up the pile of oil paintings in front of him one by one, roughly observed them, then put them on one piece, and then picked them up and watched them.

Zhang Yinling didn't understand what Zhang Yu meant, looked at Zhang Yu curiously and said, "Do you still understand oil painting?"

"I don't understand." Zhang Yu said truthfully.

"Then you can see the bun, I thought you knew how to appreciate it." Zhang Yinling curled her lips.

"Just take a look." Zhang Yu said, and walked to another pile of oil paintings.

This pile of oil paintings is quite large in length. Zhang Yu looked at two of them in succession. When he saw the third one, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

In this oil painting, the Virgin Mary is painted. The Virgin Mary is like feeding children, but her arms are empty and seem so inconsistent.

More importantly, Zhang Yu could feel that there seemed to be a formation that had been blessed in the painting, but now it has failed, with only a little residue left. It is probably the one who designed the mechanism and did not remove the formation afterwards.

This discovery made Zhang Yu very puzzled. Could it be that Sister Roni knows formations?

Zhang Yu glanced around and said, "There are a lot of paintings here. I heard from Zhang Qingfeng that they were all moved out of your room."

"It's not just my room, but also a room on the fifth floor, which looks like a study. I didn't like those paintings, so I asked people to take them off." Zhang Yinling said.

"Then where did this painting be taken?" Zhang Yu asked.

Zhang Yinling took a look and said bluntly: "It was picked from the study on the fifth floor."

"It looks like it is a good painting, so what's not my favorite?" Zhang Yu asked deliberately.

"I don't know, I just don't like you, so it's better to hang out with the old man of Taishang." Zhang Yinling said with a lip silence.

Zhang Yu couldn't help but smile, and then he remembered that the two large-scale oil paintings he had just seen, one of which is God's and the other of which is Jesus'. Taoists cannot appreciate their portraits, on the one hand, and on the other hand, they are different and do not seek each other.

Zhang Yu put the painting in his hand aside, and then picked up the painting below to appreciate it. It would be better to say that it was a problem. He wanted to see if there were any of the remaining paintings.

After reading this pile, no other discoveries were found. Zhang Yu went to see the last pile of paintings, nothing special.

He picked up the painting of Virgin Mary and looked at it again. The Western formation was somewhat different from the Eastern ones after all. In addition, there was only a little remnant left in the formation, so it was not so easy to determine the function of the formation.

Zhang Yu closed his eyes, touched the picture with one hand, and felt the aura of the formation above.

The aura of the formation was too little, and Zhang Yu penetrated these auras bit by bit through his true energy.

Finally, the darkness in front of me changed, and such a scene appeared.

A woman in white was holding a little boy in her arms. The appearance of this woman in white seemed to be somewhat similar to the Virgin Mary in the picture, but it was a little different. The Virgin Mary in the picture looked very kind, but this woman gave people a strange feeling.

The child she was holding in her arms was sleeping soundly. After a few seconds, her eyelids began to loosen and she slowly opened her eyes.

Finally, the little boy's eyes were completely opened. But at this moment, his eyes were no longer the cute and ignorant color before, but turned blood red in an instant, looking so scary. The little boy's mouth smiled, which was a grim smile.

With his grim smile, the little boy's body gradually turned into a phantom, becoming more and more faint, and disappeared after a moment.

There was darkness in Zhang Yu's head again.

He opened his eyes and recalled everything he had just seen. This so-called Virgin is not a Virgin at all, and this little boy is clearly like a devil.

"Let's go upstairs and take a look." Zhang Yu said.

"What are you looking at?" Zhang Yinling said in confusion.

"It's just going to the study you mentioned." Zhang Yu said.

"Have you discovered anything?" the little girl became curious.

"I can't be sure, so I'd better go and have a look first." Zhang Yu said.

He carried the painting with both hands, and Zhang Yinling helped him. The two of them went up from the basement together, followed the stairs, and went all the way to the fifth floor.

Zhang Yu lives on this floor, and the room is diagonally opposite Zhang Yu's room, just opposite the room where Miss Allen stayed that night.

When I walked in, I saw that the room was not small, it was a typical European study.

In the study, there are desks and chairs, as well as a row of bookcases, and two chairs where flower pots can be placed. On one wall, there are obvious signs of calligraphy and paintings hanging. However, now it is empty and the paintings are all taken off.

Zhang Yu looked around and said, "Where is this painting hanging?"

"I think about this." The little girl scratched her head and pointed to the position facing the desk horizontally, "It seems to be here."

"Can you be sure?" Zhang Yu came to the location where Zhang Yinling mentioned.

"It should be this in my impression." Zhang Yinling was not sure, after all, she didn't pay attention at that time.

There were nails hanging on the wall, and Zhang Yu hung up the painting of Virgin Mary.

Generally speaking, the back of the place where calligraphy and paintings are hung is much cleaner than the position next to it, and there will be no smoke and dust. The drawings and the surrounding traces are also tightly matched. It seems that it is right, it is here.

While looking, Zhang Yu stepped backwards so that he could have better results in his vision.

A light "click" sound was heard. Because he was too involved in watching, Zhang Yu's legs touched the chair behind the desk without paying attention.

He turned his head subconsciously and then his heart moved, "Is this what it is?"

Zhang Yinling couldn't see any problems in the painting, but just looked at Zhang Yu and saw Zhang Yu's expressions strange, she asked, "What have you discovered?"

"Don't you think there is something missing in this painting?" Zhang Yu asked back.

Zhang Yinling looked at the painting a few times and said, "The woman in the painting seems to be holding a child, but her arms are empty. If I say, the person who paints is too careless."

"That's right!" Zhang Yu said confidently.

"What's right?" Zhang Yinling asked.

"I can't be sure now, but the affairs at Jill's house are really full of weirdness. We are still too unfamiliar with this place. If we can find someone who knows their family and ask for details, we may be able to determine what is going on." Zhang Yu said.

"I think I can only find Miss Alan for this kind of thing," said Zhang Yinling.

"Look for her" Zhang Yu nodded and said, "I can only find her."

"I bought this house because she was so good. It was just a troublesome thing that made me implicate." The little girl pouted.

"You can't blame her, I'm determined to buy it. Didn't they pay the advance?" Zhang Yu said with help.

"This big house is pretty good, but there are too many things. Although I am not afraid of trouble, it's unlucky enough." Zhang Yinling pinched her chin and faced Zhang Yu's direction, and then said: "But that person named Jier is even more unlucky. Such a big family business can make him lose all."

Speaking of this, her eyes fell right behind Zhang Yu, that is, the bookcase on the other side of the desk. On the bookcase, there seemed to be something.

She immediately pointed there and said, "Zhang Yu, what do you think is that?"

Zhang Yu turned his head and looked in the direction of her finger. In the position where Zhang Yu was standing, he could not see it at all.

Zhang Yu walked to Zhang Yinling and looked up. He was taller than the little girl, and he could see clearly, as if he was a blue thing.

"Is there really something? I'll go over and take a look." Zhang Yu walked under the bookcase, raised his hand and hooked it up, but did not touch it.

Zhang Yu dragged the table over and stood on the table to take a look. This time he looked carefully. The thing on it seemed to be a book, with a blue outer skin, and it was a hard shell, very delicate and shiny. The shell was opened and was stuck between the ceiling and the bookcase, so that it was discovered by the little girl.

"Why is this book still here?" Zhang Yu took the book down and continued to look at it. There were English words on the shell, but he couldn't understand what he wrote.

When I opened the paper inside, I realized that it was not a book, but a notepad.

It is all handwritten in English. Although I don’t know it, after turning a few pages, I can probably see it, like a diary. Because the dates are marked on it.

"What is this?" Zhang Yinling asked, standing under the table.

"It seems to be a diary." Zhang Yu said.

"Who is so bored? Put the diary on it." Zhang Yinling muttered.

"Yes," Zhang Yu couldn't help but ponder, recalling the way the diary was placed. It didn't seem like it was put on the right side, but it seemed like it was thrown up by someone, otherwise the hard shell on the cover would not have been stuck.

Zhang Yu immediately said, "You call Zhao Hua immediately and ask him to come up."

"Okay." Zhang Yinling took out her cell phone and dialed Zhao Hua's phone number.

As soon as Zhang Yu asked him to come up, Zhao Hua immediately agreed.

The little girl put down the phone and Zhang Yu had already jumped off the table. Zhang Yinling said, "I must not understand it, let him come and translate it."

"You are smart." Zhang Yu smiled.
To be continued...