The Trial Game of Life

In Yu Wangnian's diary, there are five pages with clearer contents, which respectively record what happened in different time periods. It's just that there were a few drops of blood on these five pages of paper, blocking some bits and pieces of information.

October 191

I have never seen such a lilac girl, she must have swept away my mind, otherwise how could I sleep like this?

May 10, 19

Today's joy, tie the knots together, please do not win.

February 6, 1920

The 2-year-old naughty boy will be called dad.

I prepared the best gift for her and stored it in a private safe at Jincheng Bank, which I would take out when she was eighteen.

1922

Mochizuki is about to return from Great Britain, very happy, the day of reunion can be expected.

June 24, 1924

I hate her, but I still love her. I know that her heart may not be with me, but she will be buried with me.

Yu Wangnian's memo style is also very simple, not often memorized, and only one or two sentences at a time. Of these five articles, except for the last one that Tang Cuo judged to be the time and space where he first entered the copy, the other four cannot be determined.

But Tang Cuo had an intuition, and the remaining unknown time and space were hidden in these diaries.

"The diary of 1936 has been taken away, so Rong Yi has never seen it here." Jin Cheng said.

"Yes." Tang Cuo nodded. Rong Yi wants to see the diary unless he repeats Tang Cuo's path or he knows the information before entering the copy. But if he knew early in the morning, there was no need to deal with Jin Cheng anymore, all time and space were unlocked, and his advantage was too great.

He continued: "In 1922, he returned to China in Mochizuki. In early 1923, the family of four took a group photo, and the time was right. Now at three points in time, which one is the first time you meet, get married, and return to China?"

As for the 1920s, the time was given too accurately, but Tang Cuo ruled it out.

Jin Cheng thought a bit, "Push back from 1920, the marriage date of Yu Wangnian and Lin Wan should be before 1918. 1916 and 1917 are the most likely."

Wen Yan said, Tang Cuo's eyes shone brightly, "Miss was two years old in 1920. Yu Wangnian prepared a gift for her and put it in the bank. She would take it out when she was eighteen. Now it is 1936, she is exactly eighteen. Lin Yandong gave Intelligence, 062, will it be the number or password of the safe?"

Jin Cheng thought about it while touching his chin. "That said, the lady specially looked for a diary, perhaps for this gift. We had to get it before Rong Yi."

Qi Hui heard this and finally couldn't help but whispered, "But the gift is in the bank, how do we get it? Does it mean that the lady has already taken it out?"

"You can call." Tang Cuo's thoughts are extremely smooth at the moment, "The diary said, it is Jincheng Bank, one of the famous private banks during the Republic of China. The phone number should have the bank number, we may know what we can know by calling it. ."

But the question now is, can the phone be made? Even if you can make outgoing calls, probably only the 1926 phone is useful, and the phone book is there.

At this time, it was one and a half hours before midnight.

The three did not have the ability to hang up, they could only wait. In the waiting time, Jin Cheng was responsible for holding the young lady to prevent her from setting fire, and Tang Cuo and Qi Hui continued to look for clues.

The ghosts on the second floor were fierce, and the two of them were struggling, and they started from the first floor and searched from room to room.

In the two space-times of 1926 and 1936, Yu Mansion will not change in general, because Yu Mansion is closed, and only the nc, the lady and the attic guest, can make changes.

So their goal is clear-to make a difference.

The kitchen has not changed significantly;

There are more incense sticks in the censer in the basement;

The blackboard of the housekeeper has changed;

There was no obvious change in the maid and maid's room;

After a turn, Tangcuo returned to the living room, and shook his head in the face of the inquiry from Jin Cheng.

At this time, the lady outside the house had already lost her patience. She already had doubts about Jin Cheng's words. The longer the time, the heavier the doubt. She looked again at the direction of the attic and looked like that, knowing that the attic resident died there.

Suddenly, she smiled, and coldly looked at Jin Cheng in the floor-to-ceiling window with some angry eyes.

This is a bit bad.

Jin Cheng had many ideas, and in the face of such a situation, he was a bit helpless. There is no good way for Tang Cuo, so he threw the problem to Jin Cheng very simply and turned his head to search the living room.

So when Jin Cheng looked back desperately at his big detective, what he saw was the picture of Tang Cuo holding the broken leg of the table and poking his **** in the fireplace.

A little cute.

"Miss Yu." Jin Cheng leaned his arms against the glass window, while using Yu Guang to admire Tang Cuo's heroic posture, and shouted to the young lady outside the window, "I know you want to burn this place with a fire and end it all, But are you sure the story is over after you burn it?"

Miss did not answer.

Jin Cheng continued: "It won't end. After many years, you can't forget the fire tonight. That's another painful beginning, isn't it?"

"Everyone is dead, whether passive or voluntary, but only you will keep it. Only if you bear all this alone, you burn it here, and it is impossible for anyone to know the story and understand you. ."

"You will be alone."

"Lonely life, suffering to death."

Jin Cheng was not so much dissuaded, but rather cursed, Qi Hui felt that he wanted to hit someone.

The lady's face sank down, and she stared at Jin Cheng, whose beautiful eyes were full of deep darkness that could not penetrate the light. She finally said the first sentence, "What do you know."

This is a declarative sentence.

Jin Cheng shrugged, "I don't understand, but am I wrong?"

Miss did not want to talk nonsense with him, the more she was shaken in her heart, the more she wanted to end all this sooner, without giving herself the chance to shake. She quickly took out a box of matches, stopped looking at Jin Cheng, and ignited the matches.

Tang Cuo made a thing out of the thick ash of the fireplace. It was a pair of small golden scissors, like those used by women for needlework. After weighing the weight, it is quite heavy and looks like it is made of pure gold.

It is worth noting that there is blood on the scissors, and the blood stains have dried up and there is no dust. In other words, the scissors were thrown in after the blood stains were dry.

In the first two time and space, Tang Cuo had not checked the fireplace, but he had never seen this pair of scissors.

"Jin Cheng." Tang Cuo called Jin Cheng, and when he turned around, he threw the scissors over and said "the murder weapon."

Jin Cheng caught it, raised his eyebrows, "Who killed?"

Tang Cuo "Mrs."

Jin Cheng "Are you sure?"

Tang Cuo blinked.

Jin Cheng understands that soldiers are not tired of fraud.

So Jin Cheng continued to talk to the young lady with scissors, "Do you remember this scissors?"

The look of the lady changed suddenly, and all the matches in her hand fell to the ground, and they soon went out in the grass.

Jin Cheng saw a little bit of truth in her heart and smiled, "Look, you didn't put anything down. You killed her, right? Just use this pair of scissors to pierce her heart, and from that moment on you Can't put it down, no matter whether it still exists in the mansion."

"Shut up!" the lady shouted, covering her ears. At this moment, the indifferent shell split a slit, exposing the acne hidden under the skin.

Jin Cheng's words were like needles, pierced with pitiless pimples.

"What do you know? You are just a thief who breaks through empty doors. People like you don't understand anything."

Hearing her words, Jin Cheng understood the player's position in this copy, which turned out to be a thief. God **** a thief, I'm not happy to be a thief yet.

"The thief also said, Miss. If you let us go, we will not tell what we found here. But if you have to put the fire on, you will burn us to death, will you burn the scissors? My companion will come to us, and the truth will always come to light."

The lady gritted her teeth and sneered, "But by that day, you will have become dead bones."

"It's okay to break the dead net, but--" Jin Cheng asked again, "Do you really want to see her again? She is in this house. You killed her, and now you have to kill her again, really. Do you have to go?"

"What did you say?" Miss couldn't believe it.

"I said she was here, looking at you, and you, her dear daughter, had to kill her a second time."

"This is impossible!"

"She has beautiful apricot eyes, just like you, right? She is dead and the door is locked. I can't see her. You can also say that I have seen her picture, but the picture will not tell me, She was wearing white clothes when she died, and there was blood on her chest."

"Shut up, you shut up!" Miss is going crazy. How could she believe that there are ghosts in this world, but when she couldn't help looking at the window on the second floor, she seemed to really see ghosts standing there.

She knew it was her imagination and it was fake, but her brain couldn't control her panic, and a scene many years ago was repeated in front of her eyes.

blood.

There was blood everywhere on her hand, which could not be wiped away. The golden scissors fell to the ground, and with a clatter, the woman on the bed moaned painfully, gradually losing her breath.

The memories were tormenting her, and the nerves came with dull pain, making her crazy. "She is not worthy of my mother. If it were not for her, nothing would happen!"

Jin Cheng's expression became more and more indifferent, as if a spectator with arms folded, "Oh, but she gave birth to you, she is your mother."

"But her heart is only her love, she wants love, her father wants love, they all love, but they don't love me." The lady said, looking up at the dark sky and the more bleak moon, the madness gradually changed Cheng murmured, "They didn't choose me at the end."

Foolish men complain to women, die with love and love, but leave the pain to others.

Jin Cheng looked at her fragile appearance, and Yu Guang could not help glancing at Tang Cuo. In fact, in his short life of more than thirty years, he never felt that love is great.

Since it is a personal feeling, it is not a big deal. Happiness and pain are all yours. You only serve yourself and have nothing to do with others. But beauty is beautiful, and pain can sometimes be beautiful, just like a broken heart spills on the ground.

Thinking of this, Jin Cheng suddenly found that he really can think of Tang Cuo's love syndrome no matter what.

But he hasn't started falling in love yet.

What is love?

How influential.

"Cough." Tang Cuo was uncomfortable staring at him, and he went to the window and interrupted his gaze. The lady outside the house still kept the action just now, just like freezing, Tang Cuo was not interested in discussing love with others, and immediately asked, "Who does Lin Wan love in the end? Does she love Mochizuki?"

The lady looked at him now, tilted her head, and smiled, "Yeah. She doesn't love anyone well, it's him who prefers it. If you can't help it, you will ruin people."

"Little uncle is a good person."

She paused and said, "I lived in the place where he lived when he lived abroad these years, and met his attending doctor. The doctor told me that if he doesn't insist on returning home, he can still live for ten years."

When she said these words, although the young lady looked at them, her eyes did not fall into place, more like muttering to herself.

"He is a radio expert."

The words fell, and the lady fell into a long silence, and on the second floor of the mansion, a woman's wailing and wailing cry came. The remorse, pain, and despair intermingled in it is like a thousand needles piercing the heart of a person, densely packed.

Tang Cuo took a deep breath and stared at the young lady, continuing to ask, "Which one in the attic? What role did he play?"

"I do not know."

"I really do not know."

The lady also squatted down painfully, holding her head, and finally cried fragilely and helplessly. Maybe she really knows, but just doesn't want to say, maybe she doesn't know, and she doesn't want to pursue.

Everyone is dead, only her is left, and what is the point of investigating.

Inside and outside the mansion, only the cry of people and ghosts left, echoing each other across the Yin and Yang realms.

Qi Hui could not digest the corner of the truth revealed by the young lady for a while, Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng were still thinking, but one thing is certain-at least the young lady will not rush to set fire now.

This evasion, only after twelve o'clock, went back to 1926 to call.

At this time there is a final forty-three minutes from twelve o'clock.

Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng returned to the second floor again, intending to search the second floor again. Thanks to Miss To, the lady may have been irritated, and I did not know where to hide, but did not appear again.

The corpse ghost is still there, but he will not take the initiative to attack if he is not close to his area.

"The keys to the door of the lady and lady's room have not been found, and the piano room has not yet been opened." Jin Cheng said as he walked.

"I'm thinking about a question now. Since Yu Wangyue is a good one, why would he stay in this house after his death and play a weird music every night." Tang Cuo said.

"Do you think this has a special intention?"

"Maybe."

The two turned around on the second floor and reached the stairs leading to the attic, but did not go up. Jin Cheng looked at the half-covered attic door with his arms, and slowly said, "I suddenly thought of a way, maybe I could get the key from the waist of the lady."

Tang Cuo asked "what?"

Jin Cheng sold a pass and smiled and said, "You will know later."

About ten minutes later, Jin Cheng and Tang Cuo returned to the living room. Qi Hui was still here, and when they saw the two coming, they quickly gave up their positions in front of the French window.

Jin Cheng took out a crumpled and dusty letter from his pocket, and waved at the lady outside the house, saying, "We just went up and found it again, and found a letter left by your uncle. I want to read it. ?"

Miss Huo Ran looked up.

Jin Cheng went on to say, "I can't look at you, but since you just wanted to set fire to us, you have to exchange something. How about the key around your waist?"

Wen Yan said, the lady subconsciously held the key, "Do you think this is the key to the gate?"

Jin Cheng spread his hand, "Gamble, can you change it?"

"How do I know if you lied to me?"

"I said it was a gamble, but if you want to verify it, I can also get you a closer look."

Jin Cheng behaved so arrogantly, and called the young lady for a moment to make up her mind. After a while, she finally stepped closer and saw the letter held by Jin Cheng in her hand.

The moonlight was dim and the lights were dim, and she couldn't read the contents of the letter very well, but the handwriting really resembled the little uncle's.

Jin Cheng quickly withdrew the letter again and asked, "If you don't change it, I'll burn it if you don't change it. I don't know what Mochizuki is about, and it's no use keeping me."

The lady hesitated, holding the key in her palm, and slowly making no decision.

Tang Cuo waited quietly, Yu Guang glanced at the clock on the living room wall, the time passed by one minute and one second, and the last nineteen minutes before twelve o'clock.

"I change." Teana finally sounded.

Jin Cheng repented temporarily, "Late, unless you answer me another question."

Since the lady agreed, she would not be able to give up at this time, gritting her teeth, "What's the problem?"

Jin Cheng "In what year did your parents get married?"

Miss "Ah?"

What the **** is this?