House Management Chapter 2163: Major discovery

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Gill Manor.

Zhang Yu and Zhang Yinling came up from the basement, and this clue was gone. When I got out of the villa, I saw the disciples under the door busy in the large courtyard, some punching, some practicing formations.

One by one, they are full of energy, and even Zhu Jiuzhen is mingling with the big guys.

Zhang Yu took a symbolic inspection and walked towards the villa of the main building. As soon as he entered, Zhang Yu's gaze fell to the basement stairs unconsciously.

Last night, Miss Allen went to the basement first and said that the paintings were left by the old sister Ronnie. Zhang Yu didn't have much interest in foreign oil paintings, but he still felt that there seemed to be something wrong in it, and he couldn't explain it clearly, so he simply walked towards the stairs.

The little girl followed him, and the two came to the basement together. Zhang Yinling knew the switch of the light and turned on the light directly.

The basement here is bigger. Just after going down, there is a relatively spacious living room. There is a sofa, a drink bar, a refrigerator, and freezer. Opposite the living room, there is a large room with double doors. After a glance inside, you can see what looks like a movie screen.

However, Zhang Yu did not see those oil paintings and asked, "Where do you put the things you moved down?"

"It's in the theater inside...the rich people’s homes are really ostentatious, and the private theaters are so big..." the little girl said, walked into the big room, casually Turn on the light.

Zhang Yu followed and walked in, and his eyes suddenly opened up. Good fellow, it's really big in here, just like a movie theater.

The front is a big screen, and there are four rows of seats in the back, and each row of seats is equipped with a coffee table.

There is a wide distance between the seat and the big screen. There are many things here. There are only three piles of oil paintings. There are also several boxes because they are not covered, so you can see inside. Put a lot of clothes. Men's, women's, all.

Zhang Yu walked to a pile of oil paintings and looked at it. At best, Zhang Yu can tell a good idea about the quality of the painting, and it must be an oriental painting. Some of these oil paintings in the West are particularly abstract, and Zhang Yu’s aesthetic ability cannot be appreciated at all.

However, Zhang Yu still picked up the pile of oil paintings in front of him, one by one, and observed them roughly, then put them in one piece, and then picked them up and watched them.

Zhang Yinling didn't understand what Zhang Yu meant, she looked at Zhang Yu curiously, and said, "Do you still know oil painting?"

"I don't understand." Zhang Yu said truthfully.

"Then you look at a Baozijin, I thought you know how to appreciate it." Zhang Yinling curled her lips.

"Just take a look." Zhang Yu said, and walked to another pile of oil paintings.

This pile of oil paintings is quite large. Zhang Yu watched two paintings one after another. When he saw the third painting, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

On this oil painting, the Virgin Mary is painted. The Virgin Mary looks like she is feeding a child, but her arms are empty, and she looks so uncoordinated.

More importantly, Zhang Yu can feel that this painting seems to have blessed a formation method, but it is no longer valid. Only a little bit remains. It is estimated that it was the person who designed the organization. Did not remove the formation.

This discovery made Zhang Yu very puzzled. Could it be that Sister Ronnie could still form a formation?

Zhang Yu glanced around and said, "There are a lot of paintings here...I heard Zhang Qingfeng said that they were all moved from your room..."

"It's not just my room, there is also a room on the fifth floor, which looks like a study room. I saw those paintings that were not pleasing to the eye, so they were picked up." Zhang Yinling said.

"Where did you pick this picture from?" Zhang Yu asked.

Zhang Yinling took a look, and said bluntly: "It was picked up in the study on the fifth floor."

"It looks good, what's not pleasing to the eye?" Zhang Yu asked deliberately.

"I don't know, I just think it's not pleasing to the eye, it's better to hang on to the old man." Zhang Yinling said with a curled mouth.

Zhang Yu couldn't help but smile, and immediately remembered that the two large-volume oil paintings that he had just seen, one of God and the other of Jesus, Taoists cannot appreciate their portraits on the one hand, and the other On the one hand, the ways are different.

Zhang Yu put the painting in his hand aside, and then picked up the painting below to admire it. Saying it is appreciation, it is better to say something is wrong. He wanted to see if any of the remaining paintings were the same.

After reading this pile, there is no other discovery. Zhang Yu went to see the last pile of paintings again, nothing special.

He picked up the picture of the Virgin Mary and looked at it again. After all, the western formation is somewhat different from the eastern one. In addition, there is only a little remnant of the formation. I want to determine the role of the formation. So easy.

Zhang Yu closed his eyes and touched the screen with one hand, feeling the atmosphere of the formation above.

The aura of the formation is too little, Zhang Yu uses his true qi to penetrate these auras little by little.

Finally, the darkness in front of me changed, and such a scene appeared.

A woman in white, holding a little boy in her arms, the appearance of the woman in white is somewhat similar to the Virgin Mary on the screen, but it is a little different. The Virgin Mary in the picture looks very kind, but this woman gives people a strange feeling.

The child in her arms was sleeping soundly. After a few seconds, her eyelids began to loosen and she opened her eyes slowly.

Finally, the little boy's eyes opened completely. But at this moment, his eyes are no longer the previous cute and ignorant color, but turned into blood red in an instant, looking so scary. A smile appeared on the corner of the little boy's mouth, which was a stern smile.

Along with his grinning, the little boy's body gradually turned into a phantom, getting lighter and lighter, and disappeared after a while.

The darkness in Zhang Yu's head is once again.

He opened his eyes, remembering everything he had just seen. This so-called Virgin is not a Virgin at all, and this little boy is clearly like a devil.

"Go, let's go upstairs and have a look." Zhang Yu said.

"What are you looking at?" Zhang Yinling said puzzledly.

"Just go to the study you mentioned." Zhang Yu said.

"Did you find anything?" The little girl became curious.

"I'm not sure, I'll go check it out first." Zhang Yu said.

He carried the painting with both hands, and Zhang Yinling was beside him to help. The two went up from the basement together, followed the stairs, and came to the fifth floor.

Zhang Yu lives on this floor. The room the little girl mentioned is diagonally opposite Zhang Yu's room, which happens to be the opposite door to Miss Allen's room that night.

Go inside and see that this room is not small, it's a typical European-style study room.

In the study room, there are desks and chairs, in addition to a row of bookcases, and two chairs that can hold flower pots. On one wall, there are obvious traces of painting and calligraphy. But right now, it's empty and the paintings have been picked.

Zhang Yu looked around and said, "Where is the painting hanging?"

"This...I think about it..." The little girl scratched her head, and then pointed to the position facing the desk, "It seems to be here."

"Are you sure?" Zhang Yu came to the position Zhang Yinling said.

"In my impression...it should be this..." Zhang Yinling was also not sure, after all, she didn't pay attention at the time.

There were nails hanging on the wall, and Zhang Yu hung up the picture of the Virgin Mary.

Generally speaking, the back of the place where the calligraphy and painting have been hung is much cleaner than the place next to it, and there is no smoke or dust. The painting and the surrounding traces are also closely related. It seems that there is nothing wrong with it. This is it.

Zhang Yu looked back while looking back, so that he could have a better view.

There was a soft "click", because Zhang Yu's leg was inadvertently hitting the chair behind the desk because he was too focused.

He turned his head subconsciously, and then his heart moved, "Could it be that...this is how..."

Zhang Yinling couldn't see what was wrong with the painting, she just looked at Zhang Yu, saw that Zhang Yu's expression was different, and asked, "What did you find?"

"Don't you think there is something missing in this painting?" Zhang Yu asked back.

Zhang Yinling glanced at the painting and said: "The woman in the painting looks like holding a child, but her arms are empty. If I say, the painter is too careless... "

"Yes!" Zhang Yu said confidently.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yinling asked.

"Now I am not sure, but things in Jill's house are really full of weirdness. We are still too new to this place. If we can find someone who knows their family and ask the details, maybe we can be sure What is going on?" Zhang Yu said.

"This kind of thing...I think I can only find the Miss Alan..." Zhang Yinling said.

"Look for her..." Zhang Yu nodded and said, "I can only find her..."

"I bought this house because of her...the result was good, but it was a trouble...and it hurt me..." The little girl pouted.

"I can't blame her, it's because I wanted to buy it. Didn't they still pay for it." Zhang Yu said with help.

"This big house is not bad, but there are too many things. Although I am not afraid of trouble... but it is unlucky enough..." Zhang Yinling picked up her chin and faced Zhang Yu. He continued: "But the person named Jill is even more unlucky. Such a big family business can make him lose all..."

Speaking of this, her gaze fell just behind Zhang Yu, on the bookcase on the other side of the desk. There seems to be something on the bookcase.

She immediately pointed there and said, "Zhang Yu, what do you think it is?"

Zhang Yu turned her head and looked in the direction of her fingers. From where Zhang Yu was standing, she couldn't see it at all.

Zhang Yu walked to Zhang Yinling's side and looked up. He was taller than the little girl, and he could see clearly, as if it were a blue thing.

"There really is something, I'll take a look." Zhang Yu walked under the bookcase and raised his hand to hook up, but didn't touch it.

Zhang Yu dragged the table over, stood on the table and took a look, this time carefully. The thing on it seems to be a book, the outer skin is blue, and it's still the kind of hard shell, very delicate and shiny. The shell was opened, and it happened to be stuck between the ceiling and the bookcase, so that the little girl could find it.

"Why is this book still here..." Zhang Yu took the book down and continued to look at it. There were English words on the shell, and he couldn't understand what was written.

I opened the paper and discovered that it was not a book, but a notepad.

It’s all written in English. Although I don’t know it, I can probably see it after turning a few pages, like a diary. Because on it, the date is marked.

"What is this?" Zhang Yinling asked, standing under the table.

"It looks like a diary." Zhang Yu said.

"Who is so boring, put the diary on it." Zhang Yinling muttered.

"Yes..." Zhang Yu couldn't help but groan, recalling the way the diary was placed. It's not like it's been put on the right side, but it's like it's been dropped. Otherwise, the hard shell of the cover won't get stuck.

Zhang Yu immediately said: "You immediately call Zhao Hua and let him come up."

"Okay." Zhang Yinling took out her cell phone and dialed Zhao Hua's number.

As soon as Zhang Yu asked him to come up, Zhao Hua immediately agreed.

The little girl put down the phone, Zhang Yu has jumped off the table. Zhang Yinling said: "I definitely don't understand, let him come and translate."

"You are smart." Zhang Yu smiled.

"I am already smart." Zhang Yinling said triumphantly.

It didn't take three minutes, and there were rapid footsteps in the hallway. Zhao Hua entered the study and greeted politely, "Master, Uncle Tai, I'm here."

"Zhao Hua, come here...see what is written on it..." Zhang Yu took the notepad and said directly.

"Yes." Zhao Hua came to Zhang Yu, took the notepad, opened it, and said, "This is a diary."

"Can you tell who wrote it?" Zhang Yu asked.

"The name above is... Rumagill..." Zhao Hua said.

"It's also Jill...Look at the content above...Is there anything special..." Zhang Yu said, "Look again, what is this diary? When did I write it, when did I write it......"

"This date is a few years old, the first page is seventeen years ago..." Zhao Hua said.

"Seventeen years ago... continue to look..." Zhang Yu pointed to the diary and said.

Zhao Hua looked down, watching and translating. It seemed serious enough.

However, the content in the diary is really useless. After talking for a long time, it is all about investing in gold.

"Gold has fallen again today. It has been falling for a month. There is one week left for Halloween, but all I can feel now is the cold. Tomorrow! If it doesn't rise tomorrow, I don't know how to liquidate the position."

"A young man from the East came to my house today. This young man is really weird. He even said that this year’s Halloween is my time of death. However, he is really good and can tell me about my past. I have to believe He said that it can help me change my destiny against the sky. Does it really work? He just took out a scarecrow and a blank yellow paper. The magic is that he can draw red words on the yellow paper directly with his fingers. , Like blood. His nail was on the belly of my finger, and my finger dripped blood, dripping it on the yellow paper. He just shook the scarecrow and set it on himself. Strange, I remembered his It looks like, but he can’t remember at all now, he only said what his name was Mr. Zhen. By the way, he also specifically told me to take good care of my daughter. He said that my daughter is not I was born, but connected to my destiny. I really don’t understand, how did he know this secret, when Ronnie just came into my room to bring me coffee. I asked him why he was connected to my destiny He said that it was connected before, and Ronnie would never survive this Halloween. What I didn’t expect is that although my destiny has been changed, the connection between me and Ronnie remains unchanged."