The drawing paper on the other side has many simple lines vaguely outlined. The lines may seem chaotic at first glance, but they seem to form a special shape together.
The Taoist priest raised the painting above his head, and everyone came together to look at the lines through the chandelier on the roof.
The lines on the left and right ends draw a heart-like shape from bottom to top, with only a few strokes, but vivid and expressive...
That's a human face.
Xiaolan pointed at that face excitedly, "That's that person!"
The others instantly understood what she meant and looked at the fool one after another.
"Don't look at me," said the fool, "I don't even remember what that person looks like."
That's right, after all, the fool only met that person once, and it was so dark at the time that the fool didn't even remember what the person who died by his hands looked like.
"Xiaoyin and Wenling should remember," Luo Jiutian asked.
Qin Yin turned his head, looked at Luo Jiutian behind him, and twitched his eyebrows, "You scared me, when did you come here?"
"Just now."
"Then don't say a word."
"Didn't I squeak?"
"It's him." Wen Ling replied decisively.
"Could it be like this..." Xiaolan said, "Actually, this person did not disappear, but was captured in this painting."
Capture...detain...
"It sounds a bit like Jie," Baomu said, "Do you remember Gao Mingya's Jie?"
Everyone has the same idea.
"To be precise, it is not the world of elegance," said the fool, "but the world composed of the souls of all the girls killed by Meng Fuling."
"So...could this painting also be a realm?" Qin Yin said.
The Taoist priest asked Xiaolan, "What do you feel?"
"No," Xiaolan shook her head, "but my senses are no longer sensitive now, and I'm still a bitch... I'd better let Wen Ling take a look."
Pineapple's name almost blurted out, but seeing the others' eyes suddenly darkened, Xiaolan quickly changed her words and pushed this task to Wen Ling.
When Pineapple was around, she was the one who felt the most sensitive to the taste of the world, but later they also knew the reason - because she herself was the soul wandering in the world.
The Taoist priest's neck was stiff, but he quickly turned to Wen Ling and said, "Wen Ling, please come over and take a closer look."
Wen Ling was a little doubtful whether he could do it, but he still obediently approached the painting, stared, and put his face close to the painting.
After a few minutes, Wen Ling scratched his head, with an uncertain expression on his face, and whispered, "It doesn't look like it."
"Isn't it a boundary?" the fool asked.
Wen Ling shrugged, saying that he couldn't make a conclusion either.
"I remember that Uncle Luo is also very sensitive to Lingxi," Xiaolan said, "Brother Jiutian, why don't you ask Uncle Luo to come over and take a look?"
"Well...my father was indeed able to distinguish tidal circles when he was alive," Luo Jiutian said, "now he can't."
"Then they ghosts don't have any special feelings about this kind of thing?"
"I'm afraid not," the Taoist priest said, "otherwise they wouldn't be able to find the missing people."
The missing deceased...
The people who died in the battle of Jiu Tan and the people who died in Qiqiao Mansion all disappeared for no reason.
"Is it possible that those who disappeared are trapped in the painting like this?" Baomu asked.
It feels like the problem has suddenly become more serious.
"Forget it, don't let Uncle Luo come over, let's go over," Baomu said, "This matter doesn't seem that simple."
Everyone quickly moved to the door of Li Muyuan's room and knocked on the door.
It was Lingluo who opened the door. Her eyelids were a little droopy and she looked extremely bored. When she saw the group of them all coming over, Lingluo immediately became energetic.
"Lao Luo, it's them," Ling Luo said toward the room, "They're all here."
Lao Luo poked his head out from behind the corner, "What happened? How was your discussion going?"
"We found the painting," the Taoist priest shook the painting in his hand, "There are some things I want to discuss with you two."
Lingluo closed the door behind everyone, "Discuss with us? Could it be that the matter you are investigating has anything to do with Ming Ting?"
Xiaolan briefly stated what everyone had just thought.
"So..." Lao Luo opened his eyes wide and looked at the painting upright, "Is this the murderer?"
"It's him," Xiaolan said, "the three of us can prove it."
"But if he is trapped in the Xi Circle, he is not within the scope of our business," Lingluo spread her hands, "We are powerless, and our capabilities are quite limited now."
"Can you only deal with people who died normally and reincarnated normally?" Xiaolan asked.
"Of course," Lingluo said, "There are specialties in the arts."
Seeing Lao Luo staring at the painting for a long time, the Taoist priest asked softly, "Did you find anything?"
Lao Luo pursed his lips, shook his head helplessly and said, "If I were still alive, I might still have that ability, but unfortunately, I am no different from an ordinary ghost now."
"Don't be so sorry," Lingluo felt something was wrong after listening to these words, "Our ghosts are also very powerful."
"You see," Luo Jiutian said, "It's the same as what I said. My father's martial arts skills are now useless and he can't distinguish the spiritual tides."
"How dare you say that?" Lao Luo raised his banner and slapped Luo Jiutian on the back of the head. "I am dead, but you brat is still alive. Have I ever taught you how to distinguish spirits?"
?You don’t remember it at all, you brat..."
"Dad, if you knock me again, I will be even more stupid," Luo Jiutian threatened his own father boldly, "Let's see who inherits your mantle!"
"How dare you threaten me, you brat?"
"Hmph... Let's see if you are afraid... Ah! You still hit me!"
Lingluo watched the father and son playing around, and the smile on her lips gradually faded. She suddenly sighed, "It's great, I can return to my relatives after death... Lao Luo, Xiao
Luo must love you very much."
Lao Luo and Ronaldinho paused for a second, but then they started chasing him and escaping again.
"Lingluo, how did you die?" Qin Yin suddenly asked curiously, "Can I ask this?"
"It doesn't matter, it's not a secret," Lingluo said, "I died of illness."
"You look very young." Xiaolan said.
"Well," Lingluo poked her face and recalled, "I was only 18 years old when I died, and I had just finished the college entrance examination."
"ah……"
Everyone's eyes were immediately filled with sympathy.
"Actually, I got sick before the college entrance examination. At that time, I always looked bad and my body was weak. But my mother thought I was studying too hard and was tired," Lingluo said with a smile, "By the way, I still have no bridge."
As for the top scorer in the college entrance examination that year, it was a pity... the second place was cheaper, and later he got the bonus of the top scorer in the college entrance examination."
"Wow..." Xiaolan showed an illiterate admiration, "Then you must be very smart."
"I work very hard," Lingluo said seriously, blinking her eyes, "but I am indeed quite smart, hehe..."
"No wonder you became a ghost," said the fool. "This old man is quite good at recruiting talents."
"Right..." Lingluo made a cute pose with arms akimbo, "I think you can also become ghosts after you die. You are not ordinary people... Compared with you, the top scorer in the college entrance examination seems ordinary."
"Where is it?" Baomu said seriously, "Knowledge is the most precious thing."
Lingluo's little tiger teeth flashed in the light, her eyes drifted away, and she continued to recall, "At that time, my mother and my father both collapsed, but there was nothing we could do. We found it too late... I died
That day, eh, by the way, let me tell you, people really have feelings when they are about to die. It is a wonderful feeling, but you can clearly understand that it is the feeling that this life is about to end.
, but I won’t panic, I just feel very calm... Well, I can’t explain it just by talking about it, I will feel it when you are about to die..."
Hearing this, everyone felt an inexplicable chill running down their spines.
"...Then," Lingluo continued, "because I knew I was going to die and finally didn't have to hurt anymore, I was very excited that day and had some strength back. I told my mother and father that I hoped they would be here
After I die, I can have another child. Then, don’t think of me too much. Just tell that child that he had a sister before... Ah, I don’t know which lucky child can be reincarnated as my parents.
My child, my parents are doing well..."
Ling Luo's tone was calm and soft, but everyone present was stunned. Even Lao Luo and Xiao Luo became quiet.
"Then haven't you tried to go back and take a look at them?" Xiaolan asked.
"Didn't I say it before," Lingluo said with a smile, "Normally we don't see living people, you are in a special situation...and since I have become a ghost servant, I am a member of the court.
You can’t miss the human world, otherwise wouldn’t all the rules be messed up?”
"Then Lao Luo still misses Ronaldinho." Qin Yin said.
Both Lao Luo and Ronaldinho shivered at the word "nostalgic".
"On the one hand, it's because Ronaldinho's identity is so special that Lao Mu has to give the new man-god some face," Lingluo said. "On the other hand, it's also because Ronaldinho misses Lao Luo deeply enough."
Xiaolan thought of Luo Jiutian's reaction in the days when she just learned about Lao Luo's obituary, and thought it was true.
"So, I'm quite pleased," Lingluo's smile seemed a little forced, "At least it means that my parents survived, and they are really like what I said, they may have forgotten me a long time ago."
Xiaolan suddenly felt as if she had been hit by a cold arrow made of frost. A thought emerged from the top of her heart. The thought was electric and paralyzed her whole body.
She thought of something.
Will my mother also have a new child?
Is she not looking for me because...she has forgotten me?
But will a mother really forget her child?
"Don't think too much," Qin Yin waved to Lingluo, "How could a mother forget her child?"
"Yeah," Baomu nodded, "as long as you remember your parents, they will never forget you."
"They just walked out," the fool said, "which means that the memories related to you in their hearts have changed from painful memories to happy memories."
This group of people without parents actively comforted Lingluo.
"You see, we all think so, and...hey, Taoist Priest, what's wrong with your eyes?"
Qin Yin's words focused everyone's attention on the Taoist Priest.
The Taoist priest's eyes looked strange.
"It's nothing," the Taoist priest reached out and pressed his eyes, "I haven't slept well these days, my eyes are a little tired...after all, I am old."
"How about you lie down on the bed next to you and sleep for a while?" Qin Yin said.
The Taoist priest almost laughed, "No, let's continue... Since Lao Luo and Ling Luo can't do anything with this painting, where should we look for clues?"
"We in the court are powerless," Lingluo said, "but...human gods may have a way."
Man and God.
"Wu Ren?"
Lingluo nodded and said, "Man and God are omniscient and omnipotent, and they must know many things."
Qin Yin glanced at Luo Jiutian, "Can't you do it?"
"I'm just a seedling," Luo Jiutian said, "I'm still very immature."
"Going to ask Ling because of this matter... I feel like I am overqualified," Xiaolan said, "Will she look down on us?"
"...Do you still care about this now?"
"I remember that Wu Ren also has another identity. She is the president of the Association." The Taoist priest looked at Lao Luo, "Then this matter does have something to do with her."
Lao Luo raised a hand and said, "The president has never been involved in the affairs of the association."
This... is true, Wu Ren seems to have zero sense of responsibility.
"Wu Ren seems to have a good relationship with Xiaolan," the fool said, "We can let Xiaolan get close to her."
Xiaolan was excited, "How can I?"
"It's true," Baomu also said, "Wu Ren is very happy every time he sees you."
"If you want to put it this way, Ronaldinho is still a new human god. Wu Ren must be more familiar with him..."
"Who did you call Xiao Luo?" Luo Jiutian reached out and flicked Xiao Lan's head.
"Ah!" Xiaolan covered her head, "Isn't it?"
"If I were Wu Ren, I would definitely want to strangle Jiutian by now," said the fool. "Think about it, Wu Ren is in a hurry to retire, but her successor is a guy who doesn't work hard..."
Luo Jiutian wanted to argue, but after thinking about it, he realized that it was indeed the case, so he didn't dare to speak.
Luo Jiutian was like an academic trash who had been given high hopes by his tutor. When he saw his tutor, he just wanted to walk around and didn't dare to do anything else.
"It seems to be Xiaolan," the fool said, "Just in time, Xiaolan, you have her WeChat account, you can ask her on WeChat."
"Ah? Ask on WeChat?"
That's too hasty!
"What the fool said makes sense," the Taoist priest also said, "Let me ask briefly first."
Xiaolan took out her cell phone, and everyone gathered together to prepare something to say. Xiaolan held her forehead, helpless.
However, the news from Xiaolan had not yet been sent out. With a ding, a message suddenly came from Wu Ren.