"My luggage?" The fool felt as if he had lost his memory. "What luggage?"
"It's the luggage you took with you when you left the bridge," Xiaolan said. "I think there might be something wrong with that luggage."
"Luggage..." The fool tried hard to remember, and finally seemed to recall a little bit. He frowned and said, "What's wrong with the luggage?"
"It's a painting," Xiaolan said. "Aunt Ping also has a blank painting at home, which is exactly the same as the one in Qiao Mo's hand!"
"What?!"
This time the fool was completely stupid.
"Aunt Ping...ah, I remember, isn't she that aunt of yours?" Qin Yin reacted immediately and reached out to poke the fool, "What's going on? Don't you remember that painting?"
"I...I don't remember..." The fool tilted his head, apparently trying to remember, "I don't remember at all."
"Just hang it in their bedroom." Xiaolan reminded.
The fool shrugged, "But I have never entered their bedroom."
This... seems understandable.
"What happened to that painting?" asked the Taoist priest.
"Aunt Ping said that the painting can protect the people in the orphanage from evil spirits," Xiaolan said, "The murderer did not leave after he died. When Brother Fool was about to leave the bridge, he almost strangled him to death.
It was also him who belonged to Brother Fool, but he suddenly disappeared later... So I think it was possible that Aunt Ping and that uncle secretly hid the painting in Brother Fool's suitcase, and it was the painting that made the murderer evil
The spirit disappeared."
After everyone heard this, their eyes all turned to the fool.
"Where's the suitcase?"
The fool shuddered, shrank his neck in guilt, and after a long time he stammered, "I...I threw it away..."
"Throw it away?!" Qin Yin screamed, "What kind of family do you have! All the luggage is thrown away!"
"No," the fool explained, "I was about to leave the bridge when I discovered that someone wanted to kill me. After that, I thought about Xiaojia and what happened at school... I was worried that that power would have a negative impact on me.
They started and rushed back to the orphanage..."
Qin Yin suddenly realized and nodded, "So you returned to the orphanage later."
"Yes," said the fool, "but they all moved away."
"Moved?"
"Well," the fool said, "I'm surprised too, but it's true. In the few hours I left the city, all the people in the orphanage moved away."
"That's why I think Aunt Ping must have given that painting to you," Xiaolan said. "I think Aunt Ping used a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain."
While others were still confused, the Taoist Master said slowly, "Use the fool's departure to lure away the evil spirits, and they will take this opportunity to move. In this way, even if the evil spirits come back, they will not be able to find them."
This is a risky move, but it must be said that it is very clever.
First of all, judging from the fool's experience on the day he dropped out of school, even if the fool took the painting with him, the evil spirit would still follow the fool's actions unswervingly and could not directly harm the fool, so Aunt Ping came up with the idea
One way is to let the fool lure away the evil spirits, and let the others move away. First ensure the safety of others, and then let the painting accompany the fool to ensure the safety of the fool.
This logic is established, and the key to testing it lies in the fool's luggage.
"After Brother Fool found that there was no one in the orphanage, he ran to Lu Yueyi's house," Xiaolan said, "You didn't bring any luggage at that time..."
The fool met Xiaolan's eyes helplessly, "That's right, I didn't bring it with me afterwards."
"So you just left your luggage in the orphanage?" Qin Yin asked.
"After I left Lu Jieyi's house, I left in despair," the fool said, "Have I left the bridge yet?"
This is bad.
"Is Brother Fool's luggage still in the orphanage?" Baomu said with hope.
"Did you go back to that orphanage later?" Qin Yin asked.
"I... I think I came back," the fool scratched his head, "but I only walked in front of the door and didn't go in again. It has turned into a... how should I say, a dilapidated empty house.
"
"That's great," Qin Yin cheered inexplicably, "It's fine if no one lives here. Let's go now."
"Eh? Now?" Xiaolan looked out the window. The night was already dark, "If I do it now...will I be regarded as a strange person..."
But they seem to be strange people to begin with.
"Let's do it now," Qin Yin said, "without further delay, if you delay for one more minute, there will be more chances of the fool's luggage being stolen."
It's been so many years...it's not even a minute away.
Xiaolan stood up, patted his pants, and asked, "Did you find anything in Lu Shoucai's bedroom?"
"Not yet," the Taoist priest said matter-of-factly, "We can come back and continue looking."
"Oh well."
"Are you all ready?" Qin Yin raised his hand and began to draw circles confidently, "crew members, please sit tight, the captain is about to sail the ship."
"Ah, Sister Xiaoyin, do you still remember what the orphanage looked like..."
"Tsk, it's a small matter."
The channel of space is opened again.
When Xiaolan walked through the door, she was greeted by the dilapidated smell of ruined walls.
She jumped up and landed quickly.
He raised his head and looked around.
For a moment, Xiaolan didn't recognize where this place was.
"Ah...here it is," the fool was already standing in the room, looking around in surprise, "this is my bedroom."
This table, this bed, and the broken glass window on the side...
Not long ago, Xiaolan had just seen what this room looked like before. Looking at it now, it was really a sea of change, with huge changes.
Qin Yin was the last one to jump in. She closed the door, clapped her hands and said, "Yo Xi, precise landing."
"But..." Xiaolan said, "Sister Xiaoyin, why do you remember Brother Fool's room so deeply?"
"Because I've been here for a long time." Qin Yin said calmly.
The fool blushed, turned away quickly, cleared his throat and said, "I remember I seemed to have thrown my luggage outside."
"In the yard." Xiaolan said.
A group of people ran out of the fool's bedroom cautiously. Everywhere in the house looked damp and desolate. The walls were peeled off, moss grew on the walls, and stubborn weeds squeezed out of the cracks in the floor.
Even though the plants were growing vigorously, the whole house still gave off a sense of loneliness and stagnation.
Everyone quickly pushed open the already shaking door and came to the yard.
The yard was full of high and low weeds, and everyone automatically divided into several groups and started searching among the weeds.
Half an hour later, they finally accepted the result.
As expected, the idiot's suitcase is no longer here.