Phantom Skeleton Painting

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Although Song Qingluo didn't say it, Lin Banxia clearly felt that he was in a very bad mood, and went downstairs in silence all the way to the yard. Then he suddenly turned around and said sorry to Lin Banxia.

Of course, Lin Banxia was not angry because of Song Qingluo ’s gaffe, not only was he not angry, but he was full of distress in his heart. He said, “I ’m sorry for this.” He did n’t know what happened that year, and he could n’t comfort him. Song Qingluo could only carefully tick Song Qingluo's palm with his fingers. "If there is anything that can help, you can say."

Song Qingluo was silent for a moment, he said: "My dad died suddenly."

Lin Banxia hesitated and said: "Because of that painting?"

"Perhaps." Song Qingluo said, "It may also be because of other reasons. This matter, even after more than ten years, there is no answer."

Lin Banxia whispered: "It's past."

"Can't get through." Song Qingluo said, "Never can't get through." He looked indifferent, and when he talked about the events of the year, his eyes were as if there were no waves.

It turned out that Song Qingluo's father's job was indeed archaeology, but there were many antiquities in contact, and there were also some irradiated heretics. Therefore, he gradually came into contact with the monitors and recorders who specially sealed heretics. I also started to bring some strange things to my house. Among them, there was a painting called Skeleton Fantasy.

The real "Skeleton Fantasy Picture" is located in a national-level museum and is a very precious collection. Naturally, it is impossible to live in the folk, but the painting brought back by Song Qingluo's father, after giving several special experts identification, experts It was impossible to find the flaws as counterfeit.

Everyone knows that it is fake, but does not know where it is fake. Regardless of material or technique, this painting fully meets the standards of authenticity, and some people even began to suspect that the painting in the museum was a replica. Song Qingluo clearly remembered that during that time, a violent quarrel broke out at home. It was the quarrel between his father and those experts. The discussion about authenticity was difficult to judge. Until one day, Song Qingluo ’s father took the picture Painting, hurried out the door.

When he came back again, the irritability on his face was wiped out, and he laughed loudly holding the scroll. The young Song Qingluo was scared by his father's obsessive look and asked carefully what his father was laughing. . Song Qingluo ’s father heard the words, put down his hand, picked up his beloved son, turned a few circles, and cried out loudly: “It ’s true! Both pairs are true !! It ’s exactly the same, exactly the same— — ”

Song Qingluo at that time did not understand the meaning of this sentence, but now he understood, but it was too late.

After that, the painting was hung in the study by Song Qingluo's father. Because of the special content of the painting, Song Qingluo was inexplicably afraid of the skull on the scroll. He always felt that the skull inside looked strange, as if it would be Move the same ...

This situation lasted for a period of time until an accident occurred.

"Your father ... something wrong?" Lin Banxia looked at the silent Song Qingluo and asked in a whisper.

"Well." Song Qingluo said, "Suddenly died."

Lin Banxia wanted to comfort a few words, but Song Qingluo's numb expression made him feel that the language was too pale, so he looked around and saw no one around, and he kissed Song Qingluo's mouth, Song Qing Luo's eyes were half drooping, and was kissed by Lin Banxia. He immediately raised his eyes and looked at Lin Banxia. His indifferent eyes also softened a lot.

"The place of death is the study." Song Qingluo continued, "He is busy at work and often doesn't go home. I'm used to it. So I don't see anyone in ten days and a half, and I don't find it strange. Until one day, his The working unit suddenly called home and said that he did not go to work for a few days, we only found him missing ... "

Lin Banxia clearly felt that when Song Qingluo was talking about this memory, his body was tense, as if he was very nervous: "At that time, I searched all the places around me, and I did n’t find anyone until one day, My mother went into the study room to clean up. Suddenly, she rushed out of the study room, holding me and asking ... "

Lin Banxia felt his throat a little dry, he said: "What's the question?"

"She asked me if she knew the skeleton in the study and when it was placed in the study." Song Qingluo said, "I also asked if my father had returned."

Lin Banxia has guessed the ending of the story.

Sure enough, Song Qingluo used a gentle tone to tell the creepy truth. He said: "Of course, Dad didn't come back, and the skeleton has been standing in the study for several days. Think about it. When the skeleton appeared, It appeared on the day the father disappeared. "

Lin Banxia: "..."

Song Qingluo continued: "My mother was almost crazy on the spot and called the police crying. When the police came, I thought we were looking for someone to be crazy until we tested the DNA."

"Yes, that skeleton is my dad." Song Qingluo said, "He didn't disappear, and his corpse, which turned into a bone, stood in the study for a few days, and no one found it." He laughed sneeringly. , "Because the cut is so clean, it looks like a human specimen used in medical school ..."

This is really a terrible story. Lin Banxia is unimaginable. At the time, Song Qingluo, who was only a few years old, experienced what he had experienced in this incident.

Later, the story was connected with what Lin Banxia had just heard in the ward. Song Qingluo's mother couldn't stand the blow, and she took Song Qingluo away from the courtyard. The courtyard was abandoned and became Song Qingluo. A warehouse to store baby. But the problem reappeared. Song Qingluo's father was gone. What about her mother? Isn't mom ...

"She is missing." Song Qingluo answered Lin Banxia's doubts. "When I was seven, I suddenly disappeared."

Lin Banxia: "What happened?"

"I don't know." Song Qingluo said, "Maybe I experienced the same thing as my father, or maybe I just can't stand my tow oil bottle, in short, it's gone." He said lightly, as if telling someone's story Seemingly, the indifference in his eyes almost condensed into ice and snow, and the frozen person chilled.

"I have been looking for her, but ten years later, there is no clue." Song Qingluo said, "It should be dead."

Lin Banxia said: "How did you live later?"

Song Qingluo said: "I was received at the base, and it was okay, and I slowly got through it."

Is it okay? Lin Banxia remembered how Song Qingluo was lying on the white bed, his abdomen was cut open, and he was used like a tool. Is this his way? Lin Banxia's eyes were dry, and he extended a hand to give Song Qingluo a hug. In his hometown, Song Qingluo held him helpless like this, he also wanted to use this hug to pass his courage to his beloved people.

"Thank you." Song Qingluo said.

"Don't say thank you." Lin Banxia said, "I hope our relationship, you don't need to say thank you."

Song Qingluo whispered: "Okay."

After listening to Song Qingluo's story, Lin Banxia raised infinite pity for him and said, "Is that Paige's tank bought for you to find your mother?"

Song Qingluo: "What?"

Lin Banxia found that she was wrong, and quickly wanted to remedy: "No, that is the cylinder of the Song Dynasty you bought." Song Qingluo looked at Lin Banxia suspiciously: "You are talking about the cylinder of the Song Dynasty. ? "

Lin Banxia: "..."

Song Qingluo: "Isn't Page the cartoon that Xiaohua and Xiaoku like to watch?"

Lin Banxia said: "You listen to my sophistry, oh, no, you listen to me to explain-I just made a mistake."

"Really?" Song Qingluo was still a little unbelieving.

Lin Banxia was decisive: "Of course it is!"

Song Qingluo did not continue to question. After Song Qingluo talked about Lu Yinyin's situation, there was news back there, saying that the reporter would soon be sent over to investigate and let Song Qingluo accept the assignment at any time. The two were okay for a while. Lin Banxia also went to work for half a day in the afternoon. Colleagues smiled and greeted him, saying they hadn't seen you for a long time.

Lin Banxia said: "How much work have you done recently?"

"It's not much to live, but the dead one is more miserable," the colleague said.

Colleagues who could be read by Qianfan said miserable, it was really miserable. Lin Banxia asked carefully, only to learn that one died in the park today. The death method is very bizarre. According to the onlookers next to him, the man always said that there were bugs in his body. In front of everyone, he stiffly put a hole in his stomach with his hand, and the people on the spot disappeared ...

Because of this incident, the police passed, but there was nothing special to discover, because both bystanders and surveillance showed that this was a real suicide.

Lin Banxia was energized when he heard it, thought it was not the same situation as Lu Yinyin? Did the man buy something in the ghost market? He asked his colleague for the person's information and planned to go back and talk to Song Qingluo.

All night long, after picking up a small job, Lin Banxia got off work at six in the morning. He returned home in a hurry, and originally thought Song Qingluo was sleeping. Who knew that when he opened the door, he saw him sitting on the sofa and watching TV, where Xiaohua and Xiaogu's favorite piggy page were lying.

Lin Banxia was wondering how Song Qingluo was interested in cartoons, and heard his faint sentence: "This is Paige."

Lin Banxia: "..."

Song Qingluo scolded a **** uncommonly, pressed the shutdown button on the remote control board, and gritted his teeth.

Lin Banxia wanted to hold back, but he couldn't bear it, shook his shoulders with his mouth covered, and smiled uncontrollably, and finally the tears of the laughter came down, and when he straightened his waist, Song Qingluo had already Standing in front of him, looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"Are you funny?" Song Qingluo said.

Lin Banxia said, "No ... not funny." He said that he was not funny, but his expression was not persuasive at all, and there were still tears hanging from the corner of his eyes.

Song Qingluo stretched out his hand suddenly, and Lin Banxia had n’t reacted yet. He was carried around by his arms around him, his eyes turned upside down, and he laughed out loud: "Hahaha, do n’t be ashamed-you ca n’t blame me. ! "

Without talking, Song Qingluo went directly to the bedroom, threw Lin Banxia onto the bed, leaned down and kissed him heavily.

Lin Banxia's laughter suddenly disappeared, turning into a slight gasp.

At the end of the kiss, Lin Banxia watched Song Qingluo's wet eyes get up and unbuttoned the first button of the shirt.

...

In the afternoon, Lin Banxia was woken up by the telephone ringtone.

He opened his eyes vaguely and saw Song Qingluo's back, as well as those exaggerated scratches on his back, and the ears that had finally cooled down began to heat up again. When I got to the phone that was still ringing, I picked it up and saw that Li Su had called.

Li Su said angrily: "What are you two doing? Going to elope? Not answering the phone?"

Lin Banxia said, "No." When he didn't say that, he regretted it a little, because his throat was dumb, it seemed like he could cough up and bleed.

Li Su wondered: "Have you caught a cold?"

Lin Banxia: "Um ... yes, a cold."

"Oh, what about Song Qingluo?" Li Su said, "Why didn't he answer the phone, my mother-in-law's anxiety ran to your house to catch people."

Lin Banxia was thinking about what to say, but Song Qingluo was awakened next to him. He stretched out his hand and took Lin Banxia's mobile phone over and said, "Say something." He 'S low voice sounds very impatient.

Li Su heard this, without a word.

Song Qingluo said: "If you don't say it, don't say I hung up."

Li Su said: "Tell me-fuck, when did you two get together, is it appropriate to do this in the daytime?"

Song Qingluo sneered: "It's your business."

Li Su was a little helpless: "Okay, it's not my business. The reporter just passed by and found the person who was selling things. They are waiting for you to meet. Let's hurry up together-otherwise people will really come to the door Two of you. "

Song Qingluo hung up the phone with a loud bang, and moved back together naturally, kissing the lips of Lin Banxia: "It's up."

Lin Banxia said: "Okay ..."

The two took a shower, changed clothes and went out to work.

The reporter had already waited for them at the appointed place. It was a man and a woman. The woman seemed to know Song Qingluo. She tipped her toes and happily waved at the two, shouting, "Mr. Song, here."

Song Qingluo walked over and opened the door: "Where are the people?"

"People are inside City C," the girl said. "Do you know there is an old building over City C? The one that is about to be demolished."

Song Qingluo shook his head, but Lin Banxia remembered it: "You mean that it used to be the tube house of the family's courtyard in the factory area?"

"Yes, that's there." The girl smiled and reached out to Lin Banxia. "My name is Li Xinyu, and his name is Yi Xinhe. You are Mr. Song's partner, Mr. Lin? Hello."

Lin Banxia thought the girl looked quite smart, shook hands with her, and said, "Hello."

"Then are we going directly?" Li Xinyu said, "Look at Mr. Song?"

Song Qingluo said: "Did you bring weapons?"

"I only brought two daggers," Li Xinyu said. "In the city, should it be enough?"

In general, heretics in urban areas do not have the right to carry thermal weapons unless they are extremely harmful. Such things as thermal weapons need to be applied, and the above may not necessarily be approved. Of course, unless that kind of heresy shows great danger.

"Let's look at the situation first." Song Qingluo said, "Let's go."

A group of people got into the car and went in the direction of the old town.

In the car, Song Qingluo put on the black thin silk gloves as usual, and took out the dice he carried with him. This dice had only one pair of monitors. They were all held by Song Qingluo from beginning to end. In his hand, Lin Banxia never touched.

The numbers produced by Li Xinyu and Yi Xinhe are normal. One twenty, one twenty-five. Lin Banxia saw this low number for the first time. The place he wanted to visit should be familiar, so neither tension.

Song Qingluo said: "Is the background check of the person who went to the ghost city clear?"

"It's clear, it's an ordinary company employee named Wei Zhimao." Li Xinyu flipped through the information. "At the age of twenty-six, I grew up in the city of C. From a resume ... I use ordinary words to describe It ’s perfect. "

"No contact history?" Song Qingluo said.

"No." Li Xinyu said, "If it is a heresy, it should not have been recorded."

Song Qingluo said: "Is there any other related events?"

Li Xin said: "Nothing is found so far."

Song Qingluo didn't say okay, as soon as he said Lin Banxia: "Yes, when I went to work yesterday, my colleague and I said that a case happened in the park a few days ago. Someone suddenly said that there was a worm in the belly, and then cut the belly open with his hand. "

Li Xinyu was surprised for a while: "Mr. Lin has other jobs?"

Lin Banxia responded casually: "Part-time corpse collection."

Li Xinyu: "..." These monitors are not normal people.

Song Qingluo frowned as soon as he heard it. He pondered for a moment: "Be careful when I get there later. I don't think it's normal."

Lin Banxia: "What's wrong?"

Song Qingluo said: "A creature infected with a heresy is called a companion, and an object infected with a heresy is called a companion. No matter what kind of thing, there will be alienated breath on it, but I bought the hairpin in Lu Yin In fact, I do n’t feel the existence of this kind of breath. As a result, there are two possibilities. One is that the hairpin is not heresy, and the other is that this heresy has very special characteristics. "

Lin Banxia: "For example?"

Song Qingluo: "For example, transfer."

Lin Banxia: "..."

Song Qingluo said: "Of course, just guessing." But in fact, they all know very clearly that 90% of Lu Yinyin's changes are related to heresy, so the possibility is more inclined to the second Song Qingluo said Species.

The car drove for more than two hours, and finally reached the old town mentioned in Li Xinyu's information. It's only about twenty minutes away from the ghost market, and it's no wonder that the person always has to go there.

The narrow alleyway, with the old tube house, walked some distance inside, and Lin Banxia felt the style that was out of here and out of place. It was like a completely strange world.

"He lives in Building 6-4." Li Xinyu hesitated. "However, where is Building 13 ..." The buildings here are densely packed and there is no sign. The few of them came in as if they had walked into a huge Labyrinth, let alone find a goal, even the way back is a bit confusing.

Lin Banxia said: "Ask the people nearby?"

Li Xin said: "It can only be like this ..."

Several people looked around and found an old lady sitting in the shade in the shade, Li Xinyu walked over and whispered: "Old lady."

The old lady raised her eyelids and glanced at her: "Huh?"

"Do you know where the 13 buildings are?" Li Xinyu asked.

The old lady said: "What are you doing with 13 buildings?"

Li Xinyu said: "I want to find someone."

The old lady said, "Who?" She narrowed her eyes. "I'm very familiar with this piece. Tell me, who are you looking for?"

Li Xinyu hesitated for a moment and said, "Wei Zhimao."

"Oh, that kid from the Wei family." The old lady said, "What are you doing with him?"

Li Xinyu said: "We are his friends and have something to find him."

"Is it." The old lady narrowed her eyes. "There are 13 buildings over there. Come on." She pointed to a barrel building in the distance.

"Okay." Li Xinyu thanked her.

Just when the two were talking, Lin Banxia, ​​who was standing next to him, noticed that there were several more people coming out of the building behind the old lady. The men and women of different genders and ages had no expression on their faces. Eyes cast.

I don't know if it was Lin Banxia's illusion. When he looked at these people for the first time, he always felt that they looked similar in seven or eight points. Looking closely, they had nothing in common.

Li Xinyu asked about the location of Building 13, and had already got up and headed towards the other side.

Lin Banxia glanced at Song Qingluo and found that he was also staring at the few people in front of the building.

"How?" Lin Banxia asked.

Song Qingluo shook his head without speaking.

In the 13 buildings, there are only six floors in total. Wei Zhimao lives on the top floor. To prevent accidents, Lin Banxia was arranged to wait on the first floor, and Song Qingluo led the two recorders up.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lin Banxia looked at the surrounding environment. I have to say that the environment here is much better than the alley outside. There is no sewage or garbage. Except for the old house, it is just a normal community. .

Anyway, there is nothing to do. Lin Banxia took out his mobile phone and planned to check the Internet for any other information, but he just bowed his head and felt that something was not right, that feeling ... it was as if someone was staring He seemed. Lin Banxia looked up and looked around, but did not see anyone, but when he carefully observed the nearby house, a strong sense of violation suddenly appeared.

Lin Banxia took a closer look and found that ... the things in front of every house on the corridor of the tube building behind him were all the same.

A shoe cabinet and a chair are just like copy and paste, even in the same position. Did they buy them together? Lin Banxia was thinking about it and observed it more seriously. It was okay not to observe. When he observed, he suddenly felt a little creepy, because not only the shoe cabinet, but even the shoe style in the shoe cabinet was exactly the same. The first pair is blue slippers, the second pair is red high heels, the third pair, the fourth pair ...

There are six floors, every floor, every house, the same thing is placed at the door.

Lin Banxia realized that the situation was wrong and hurriedly took out his mobile phone and called Song Qingluo. But somehow, the phone couldn't be dialed out, like something interfered with the cell phone signal.

"Ah-!!!" Yi Xinhe exclaimed loudly from the building. As soon as Lin Banxia looked up, he felt a drop of wet things fall on his cheek.