Panguan

Xie Wen raised his hand to catch the lamp. When he saw Wen Shi, he tilted his head and said, "Come over and turn the carpet."

Xie Wen was stunned for a moment.

Wenshi likes to work alone and rarely takes the initiative to involve others. Firstly, I'm afraid of getting into trouble and implicating innocent people, and secondly, I don't want to waste time explaining how something should be done. The ideal situation is for him to solve everything that can be solved, and the others can just stay by their side.

Xie Wen knows this better than anyone else. This is a problem he has had since he was a child, a stubborn disease that affects everyone, except for one person.

When Wen Shi took two steps forward, he turned around and saw that Xie Wen hadn't moved, but was turning the candle around, not knowing what he was thinking about.

After a few seconds, he finally noticed Wen Shi's gaze, bent his eyes and walked over.

"You're so stupid." Wen Shi muttered, his eyes swept across the carpet in the corridor, silently counting the pieces.

As soon as I reached my feet, I heard Xie Wen say: "It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered something..."

He didn't seem to find the right words, so he paused for a while before saying: "Past events."

Wen Shi was bending down to lift the corner of the nearest square carpet. When he heard this, he raised his eyes and waited for the next step. As a result, Xie Wen had no intention of continuing. Instead, he held the candle light and swept across the carpet connections and edges, asking, "Which piece did you just see?"

He changed the topic too quickly. He was stunned for a moment before he pointed to one of the carpets and said, "This way."

Xie Wen nodded and bent down, starting from that piece of carpet and scanning it.

The incomplete diary mentioned several people. The one named Li should be the teacher of the Shen family, Mama Cai was the wet nurse, and Uncle Qi was the housekeeper.

The diary said that Mr. Li smelled a strange smell, so the young master threw a perfume bottle to cover up the smell.

Since it is to cover up, the perfume bottle will inevitably be dropped very close to the strange smell. The diary also said that Cai’s mother had changed the carpet, so there should be traces of carpet replacement in that area. So as long as you find the replaced carpet, you will be very close to Shen Manyi.

Xie Wen understood everything, so he didn't have to explain anything when he heard it.

He should go back to the left side of the hallway and continue looking at the edge line on the other side of the carpet. But Xie Wen suddenly raised his eyes and asked him in a low voice with a smile: "Do you want to be my supervisor?"

Wen Shi looked down at him and really didn't move for a moment.

He stood next to Xie Wen for a while, until he heard Dadong's voice behind him, then he turned to the left side of the corridor with his knuckles and replied in a deep voice: "Let's search yours, I'll look over here."

"What kind of carpet are you trying to find the diary for? If it is hidden under the carpet, it will definitely bulge a little. You will know if you step on it." Dadong thought they were looking for the remaining parts of the diary and muttered angrily, but he also He didn't stop him, but followed him and opened up the mirrored decorative cabinet in the corridor.

They were glass grids mounted on the wall, with some artistic decorations placed there. For example, wooden miniature sculptures, small bonsai, and porcelain cups and plates.

Xia Qiao is a very serious person in everything he does, especially when searching.

While brainwashing himself like chanting sutras, "I'm not afraid, I'll just take a look, I'm playing in a secret room," he opened each glass door and stuck his head in to take a closer look, not missing every corner, even the tip of his nose. It almost sticks to the mirrored wall.

If they search like this, they might be able to find something. So Wenshi just glanced at it and said nothing.

For a while, there were only the rustling footsteps in the corridor, the gentle knocking of the glass lattice opening and closing, and the buzzing sound of Xia Qiao chanting sutras. After listening to it for a long time, it started to have a mechanical rhythm.

Wenshi sifted the carpet piece by piece in this dull rhythm.

When he saw the first piece, Xia Qiao suddenly shouted softly: "There is something here."

"What?" Everyone gathered towards him.

When he heard this, he also straightened up and walked to Xia Qiao.

There is a square picture frame in the glass grid, and a beautiful tapestry is framed in the frame. The frame is so tightly stuck that it's difficult to take it out. Xia Qiao actually pulled out a photo that had been stuffed here from behind.

This is a black and white photo that has been ripped apart and put back together again. The signs of disintegration spread staggeredly, and a large piece was missing in the upper left corner, so that the people on the side were faceless, as if they had been cut off from the neck up.

Even the complete ones were badly worn, leaving only a large white face plate, the nose and lips could not be clearly seen, and only black spots remained for the eyes.

When I heard about it, I turned the photo to the back. The cracks were covered with paper seals coated with paste, and they were staggered vertically and horizontally. In between, you can vaguely see a line of comments. The words are blocked by the paper and are incomplete, but the original sentence can be pieced together——

The group photo with Mama Cai, Uncle Qi, Manshu, Manshan, Mr. Li, Manyi, and Brother Jun in front of the house. I can take another one when my parents come back.

This sentence should also have been written by the young master. Just looking at the annotations one by one, it looks calm and serious, but when put together with the signs of tearing, there is a strange feeling of division. Thinking again about the diary written by this young master with the same serious style, the uncomfortable feeling becomes even stronger.

"How perverted." Sun Siqi couldn't help but said.

"Keep it for now, maybe it will be useful." Xie Wen's faint voice came from behind. He doesn't like to be crowded with people, and he always stands outside the crowd, neither far nor near, but he is tall and can see everything he needs to see.