Chapter 367 Information about the Secret Cabinet
The scenery outside the window is receding, the bus is bumpy, and the blurry scenery outside is mixed with the weirdness of this world.
The trees are receding, and the car is very quiet. The bloody words on the front windshield are still fresh, and the smell of blood is floating in the car.
“What a shame, the next stop is actually the Ghost Garden. That ghost place is so weird.”
“I’ll wait until I get out of the car. The flower ghost in the Garden will be there. Usually you don’t get on the bus.”
The conversation between the two people rang out in the carriage. The other person did not speak, but his eyes were cast on Lin Qian vaguely.
He seemed to be wondering about something.
"This is also true. I heard that a foreigner used to live there, but I don't know why. Did they trigger Li Gui's killing pattern or something? In just one night, they were all killed. The flowers they carefully cared for were used as nourishment."
"I heard that it was a tragic death."
One person looked at Lin Qian's back and said with a meaningful expression in his eyes. Is suspecting something.
"Is this happening? Damn it, why didn't I know?" The man, who spoke a dialect that he didn't know from Sichuan and Chongqing, touched his neck and said in confusion.
He doesn't seem to know about this matter.
"I have never heard of this rumor, and the person who lived in Guiyouyuan before was not a foreigner, but an old lady."
Lin Qian looked forward, hiding in the The bloody eyes under the glasses flickered slightly.
Seeing that Lin Qian didn’t seem to have any reaction, the person who just told the ghost garden rumors was a little disappointed: "Is that so? Maybe I don’t believe the rumors."
"Tch, what the fuck, I thought I was ignorant and ignorant. I've been talking nonsense like you for a long time."
"I'm just telling you, how could I remember it wrong."
Hearing what the two said, the man just smiled and said nothing more. He looked at the fierce ghost in red clothes in front of him with deep eyes.
The number of ghosts recorded on the counter was four. He looked at the driver and the two ghosts sitting in the seat, checked the number, and found that there was no mistake.
The ghost recorded on the bus was correct, but he always felt that there was something wrong with the ghost in red clothes, but he couldn't tell what the specific problem was.
This feeling was very strange, even stranger than when he saw foreigners begging at the dock.
With his silence, the car became quiet, and the dim lights swayed with the bumps. Lin Qian looked at the darkness ahead expressionlessly, and the dim lights broke through the weirdness.
The twisted trees are retreating, the grass is bent by the wind brought by the bus, and the haze is left behind.
As the bus bumped, time passed slowly, and suddenly a color appeared in the fog in the distance. It was a touch of red, a deep red.
As the bus got closer and closer, Lin Qian gradually saw clearly what the red color was made of.
It was a garden, a garden wrapped in flowers from the other side, with bright red petals. Manzhu Shahua, this word that is both a flower name and a word is very suitable for it.
The road ahead is filled with red, as if the entire bus has entered the other shore. The sea of flowers is swaying, and the long and slender green and black flowers of the other shore are a little scary.
The bus ran over the flowers, and the sound of crushing branches sounded outside the carriage. The bus slowed down slowly, and the garden hidden in the sea of flowers suddenly seemed to have stopped.
The rusty iron gate suddenly trembled, and the Bana flowers wrapped around the gate swayed with the trembling.
As the bus began to slow down, the gate shook more and more violently, and the red flowers swayed crazily until the bus stopped completely.
Bang!
The moment the bus stopped, the rusty door opened with a bang, and a woman who raised her sleeves to cover her face walked out of the flowers.
Its clothes are red, matching the color of the flowers on the other side. The sleeves are slightly fluttering, and the skirt is trailing in the sea of flowers. It is like a stunning flower.
Lin Qian looked at this ghost and his expression moved slightly. The flower of the other shore, the ghost in red clothes, the supernatural place in this era is so dangerous.
The roar of the bus continued, and the petals of the other shore flower fell on the outer shell of the bus, but were blown away by a coldness.
"Dear me, Long Dingdong, is this thing going to get on the bus?" A person in the carriage swallowed his saliva, looked at the red-clothed fierce ghost outside the window, and whispered.
“What the fuck, today is really weird. First, I encountered a ghost blocking the car, and now I met a ghost who never gets in the car and wants to get in. What the fuck, today’s Did Huang Li get it wrong? "
In the dim car, the two people's complaints rang out. Lin Qian looked at the ghost who got on the bus, and a bloody smell hit his face.
"This guy has killed a lot of people." Lin Qian looked at the other shore flowers. The red petals were flying, and the blood seemed to be foreshadowing something.
The bus door slowly closed with a crash, and the counter on the bus began to turn: "5!"
The bus started to drive towards the sea of flowers. Ignoring the red-robed ghost sitting next to him, Lin Qian looked at the station in front of him that was beginning to change.
Next stop: Haunted Mansion in the Forest
Looking at the blood-colored words on the windshield of the car, Lin Qian had a smile in her eyes: "I'm really lucky, the next stop is me. Where to go."
Smelling the smell of blood coming from the side, Lin Qian licked the corners of his mouth. He seemed a little hungry.
The darkness is illuminated by the car lights, and the bus passes over the flowers on the other side. The petals in the sky are beautiful and charming.
The bumps started, and the speed of the bus began to increase. Soon it left the sea of flowers on the other side behind, as if it didn't want to stay here any longer.
The red quickly receded, followed by darkness. The sea of flowers on the other side was quickly left behind, and the road became gloomy.
A small eye suddenly appeared in one of Lin Qian's hair. It stared at the sea of flowers behind the bus body. The flowers of the other side floating in the sea of flowers seemed to form the figure of a woman. .
She seemed to be staring at the bus traveling in a supernatural place.
Seeing this scene, Lin Qian withdrew his eyes from his hair. He looked at Yong An in front of him, thoughtfully, and glanced at the quiet ghost next to him.
The red sleeves cover the face, the long skirt hangs down, and the figure is graceful. This makes people curious about the face under the red sleeves. Of course, this would only happen if someone didn't know that this woman is a ghost.
"I hope it's not what I guessed. If it is, it would be really troublesome." Lin Qian looked at the text on the windshield of the car, which was twisted and dazzling.
The ghost house in the forest is where Lin Qian is going. Since he took in the stealing ghost, he has seen a lot and learned a lot. He has to do a lot of things. If he doesn’t come this time During this trip to the Republic of China, he might see the ghost groom in modern times...
A real ghost groom.
Lin Qian recalled seeing the coffin of the Cunning Bride during the Daqian Dynasty, and murmured to herself: "If you don't think of me, how can there be no one else? The double-mirror coffin, the same coffin flower, If you don't follow your words...you will walk together on the dark road..."
Lin Qian looked at the darkness in the distance with faint eyes: "Another red coffin... If I don't think about myself, there will be no one else..."
"If you don't laugh at the red candle, the mirror will reflect the red coffin... The underworld marriage becomes..."
"Wedding dress, wedding dress ...If I hadn’t seen it, I might really have to make a wedding dress..."
"The ghost marriage is indeed more than a simple ritual..."
Lin Qian Rubbing the ring on her finger, she felt a little heavy.
The bus was moving quickly towards where Lin Qian wanted to go. The fleeting sight of the woods, the cry of night owls, and the gloomy scene made people feel like they were on the road to the underworld.
"Song Li, do you feel that there is something wrong with that fierce ghost in red clothes?"
Time passed slowly. I don’t know how long it had passed. In the quiet car, suddenly, Someone spoke up to break the silence. It was the man who had told the rumors about the haunted garden before.
The sudden inquiry in the carriage startled the other two people: "What the hell are you asking me to do? I don't know how easy it is to scare people to death! Ouch, I have such a bad temper." ..."
It seems that he is Song Li, and just because of this name, it is really not worthy of his temper and character.
"Which one?" The other person didn't react as much as Song Li. He looked at the two red-clothed ghosts on the seat in front of him and asked with some confusion.
There are two ghosts in red clothes on the bus now. How does he know which one he is talking about?
“The one that looks like a youngster, the clothes on it seem to be wrong. I seem to have never heard of such clothes, and foreigners don’t have such clothes.”
“Damn it. Isn't it just a normal long gown? The style is bad at best? It’s just the same, what’s all the fuss about, Wang Sheng, you are just too narrow-minded and suspicious like a thief, you are not tired like this.”
“What a shame, I would have been exhausted. I worry about this and that every day, I really don’t know what the point is.”
Song Li glanced at Lin Qian's clothes and became speechless. He rolled his eyes when he looked at Wang Sheng.
Hearing Song Li's complaints, Wang Sheng took a deep breath and didn't want to deal with this guy anymore. This guy's mind was always stuck on such trivial details.
But this guy has a keen intuition for discerning the movement patterns of ghosts. This talent makes him jealous. He really doesn't know how a person like this has such a talent.
The other person looked at Lin Qian's red windbreaker with some doubts in his eyes. Like Song Li, he also couldn't see anything wrong with this red dress.
To say that there is a problem, he thinks that the devil with the red sleeves covering his face is the problem, but if he thinks about it carefully, isn’t it normal for the devil to have problems?
Even if there is something wrong with that male ghost, he is a fierce ghost. The fierce ghost has problems to begin with. I don't know what Wang Sheng is wary of.
And with the terrifying level of this ghost, there are problems that they cannot solve.
The conversation ended without the two of them paying attention. Wang Sheng looked at Lin Qian's back, his eyes flickering slightly. There must be something wrong with this evil ghost.
The corners of Lin Qian's mouth curled up. He looked at the changing scene in front of him, not caring about the three people's speculations.
Darkness surged, and the woods on both sides of the road began to become lush. An old house hidden in the woods appeared in front of Lin Qian.
Looking at the gloomy old house ahead, Lin Qian's eyes became slightly gloomy: "We're finally here."
The bus began to slow down, the bumps became more intense, the dim lights trembled, and outside the window The woods are slowly slowing down.
Finally, the bus stopped, the door opened, and there was a jamming sound. The cold wind blew into the car from the outside. Looking at the familiar old house, Lin Qian sat up from his seat and walked out. the bus.
"Are you getting off the car?" Wang Sheng looked at Li Gui who got off the car in surprise, and then looked at the looming old house hidden in the woods, Wang Sheng's eyes were thoughtful.
“It turned out to be here.”
Song Li and the other person looked relieved as they watched the ghosts get off the bus. The fewer ghosts there were on the bus, the safer they were, especially the ghosts who stood up immediately after being hit by the bus.
It’s not in the car, and they feel much more at ease.
The door slowly closed, the lights broke through the fog, and the bus started to drive towards the distance. Lin Qian looked back at the bus that quickly disappeared into the darkness.
He felt that the speed of the bus seemed to be much faster than before, and he didn't know if it was an illusion.
Not paying too much attention to this, Lin Qian looked at the woods in front of him and walked in without hesitation.
There is a path between the woods that leads directly to the old house. The purpose of Lin Qian's trip is to enter the bride's boudoir and hand some things to the ghost closet.
Let’s release the ghost closet by the way.
The path was very narrow, and the trees on both sides were showing their teeth and claws, seeming to be mocking Lin Qian's act of committing suicide.
At this moment in the old house, a middle-aged man suddenly sat up from a dark coffin. He frowned and looked outside the old house, a little solemnly.
“This kind of terrifying supernatural being, is there a terrifying ghost coming over? Or is it a human being?”
He quickly pulled out of the coffin and came to the door of the old house in a blink of an eye. He opened the closed door and looked at the winding road with a solemn expression.
In the path, a young man wearing a red windbreaker and golden glasses was coming towards the old house. Looking at the young man's bright pupils, the middle-aged man was a little surprised: "Such a terrifying thing. It’s so weird that he’s actually a human being.”
“Zhang Dong?” Seeing the door open and a middle-aged man in a coat standing inside, Lin Qian thought for a moment and asked.
The owner of this old house has always been Zhang Dong, so now when Lin Qian sees someone, she subconsciously thinks that he is Zhang Dong, and this middle-aged man is very similar to Zhang Xianguang.
"It seems that someone here knows me, but why don't I remember that there is such a number one person like you? With the sense of oppression you give me, you shouldn't be anonymous." Zhang Dong He squinted his eyes slightly.
The ghost in this guy is very scary, and he may not be able to defeat it, but he has never even heard of this kind of character, which is something wrong.
In this era, it is not easy to hide. That old bus will go wherever there are supernatural beings.
"Isn't it bad to be anonymous? Why do you want everyone to know about it?" Lin Qian laughed and said: "Besides, there are so many people who are unknown, how can you listen?" How much?”
After hearing Lin Qian’s words, Zhang Dong thought for a moment and said, “That’s quite true. That makes sense. What are you looking for? I don’t believe it’s okay for someone like you to come here.” Lin Qian shook his head and looked at the scene inside the door: "I'm here to find a room. That room is locked. I have the key here."
"Room?" Zhang Dong frowned and looked back in one direction. There was a room at the end of the corridor in that direction. The lock on the room was already rusty.
"Are you here to find the boudoir of the Bride? And you still have the key?" Zhang Dong looked at the young man in surprise.
"Well, don't worry, I'm just going in to do some things and leave. I won't cause any trouble to you." Lin Qian came to the door of the old house and looked at the hole in the door.
Zhang Dong is very strong, even stronger than Mr. Qin. He can beat him, but there is no need. He is too lazy to do thankless things.
Besides, if Zhang Dong escapes during the fight, he will be the unlucky one. He is strong now, but in the future, Lin Qian, who has just woken up, will still be an ordinary person.
If Zhang Dong was so angry after fighting him that he killed him when he just came out of the ghost painting, or if he had a hand in it when his son Zhang Xianguang wanted to do something to him, then he would be 100% cool. cold.
So don’t show off in the past if you have nothing to do, otherwise you will easily be hit by dimensionality reduction.
"Is this so?" Zhang Dong looked Lin Qian up and down, feeling the familiar supernatural power, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Ghost paintings, ghost blood, the mysterious bride, and that little girl... ..."
"Boy, you The origin is not very good!”
“Forget it, I’m too lazy to care about your descendants. Remember not to stay in this era for too long, and don’t think about changing history. This kind of thing is not something that humans can do. Made.”
Zhang Dong gave way to Lin Qian, which was regarded as agreeing to Lin Qian's entry into the old house.
Lin Qian's eyes changed slightly after listening to Zhang Dong's words, but after thinking about Mr. Qin, he understood: "It makes sense for you to be the strongest in this era."
"Haha, you are complimenting me." Zhang Dong smiled disapprovingly.
Lin Qian nodded and walked directly into the old house without hesitation. There was no doubt about Zhang Dong's strength. Just when they met him, he judged that he was not from this era based on his supernatural powers.
Lin Qian would not ask Zhang Dong how he deduced it, because he could do the same.
There are no two identical ghosts in this world. According to time estimates, the ghost paintings of this era are still in China and no one is controlling them.
In this case, where did the ghost paintings on Lin Qian come from?
When combined with other supernatural powers in Lin Qian, it is easy to deduce that Lin Qian is not from this era, but Lin Qian feels that the reason why Zhang Dong can deduce so quickly is because of his own control. The evil ghost is extremely terrifying and has special reasons. After all, he was the strongest during the Republic of China.
But no matter what, Zhang Dong guessed that Lin Qian was not from this era, and that was enough.
Entering the door, Lin Qian wisely closed the door.
"See more and do less. Finish your own business and go back to your own time as soon as possible. It's boring to wander around in the past." Zhang Dong walked into the hall, pulled out a grand master's chair, and sat under the eaves.
He looked at Lin Qian who walked straight towards the locked room and reminded him again.
"I will."
Lin Qian walked through the patio to the room at the end of the corridor, and took out a rusty key from his pocket without hesitation.
This thing is one of his gains from working in Da. Without this key, he can't even see the shadow of this room. Even if he breaks the lock by force, he will only see an ordinary room when he goes in. It was just an ordinary boudoir, not the one he was looking for.
He inserted the key into the keyhole, clicked, the mechanism was triggered, the copper lock was opened, and he hung the lock on the door. Lin Qian had no intention of taking it away.
After finishing his own work, the room will be locked again. Lin Qian opened the door and walked straight in. The red world flashed away. Zhang Dong looked at the closed room. Door, smiled and didn't care much.
The confidence that the two of them can coexist peacefully lies in their own strength. Without this thing, this young man would not be able to enter this old house today.
"Excellent young man." Zhang Dong muttered softly.
In the room, Lin Qian looked at the red furniture and let out a long breath: "Fortunately it's not illusory, otherwise I would have to cut in."
The room was quite neatly arranged, including a bed, cupboards, dressing table, wardrobe and some miscellaneous things.
Lin Qian didn't pay attention to the other things in the room. He went straight to a red cabinet placed next to the dressing table.
He looked at the ghost cabinet in front of him, thought for a while and took out two photos from his pocket: "Take these things, I know how you will use these things, and I will also give you the key. You can do it yourself.”
In a room full of red furniture, Lin Qian placed two photos and a key in front of the ghost closet, and with the appearance of these three things.
The ghost closet suddenly shook, and a cabinet slowly opened. A cold and cold figure appeared in the cabinet. A black hand stretched out from the cabinet and grabbed the two photos and the key.
Then he suddenly took it back.
Looking at the dark depths of the cupboard, Lin Qian breathed a sigh of relief: "Tell me the groom's location."
Lin Qian stared at the ghost cupboard and saw this for a long time. There was no change in the things, and Lin Qian was speechless. Come: "There are so many things to pay attention to."
As he spoke, Lin Qian took out a piece of paper and pen from his pocket, and then began to write quickly on the paper:
"Will Tell me where the groom is.”
After writing, Lin Qian put the paper into the wooden grid in front of the cupboard.
In just an instant, the paper was taken in by the hand just now, and within a few seconds, the paper was sent out.
Lin Qian picked up the paper and read the reply above, her eyes flashed slightly:
"The groom is..."
Except for this, Lin Qian wanted There were two sentences besides the message. Looking at the crooked handwriting like a child's graffiti, Lin Qian laughed:
"What are you..."
"You seem to be the groom..." (End of Chapter)