The Heartless Mage Chapter 83: Secret

Sheng Yi came back first in the afternoon, with black and gray on his face. When they rushed to the mourning hall in the early morning, the second concubine had already been picked and put into a large iron plate. There were dozens of pieces of charred bones in total. Ma Yinghao stayed up all night, his handsome face looked a little collapsed, standing on the ruins leaning on a cane, he swayed with half-closed eyes.

Perhaps because of the same-sex repulsion, Sevi especially dislikes the fourth young lady, and Seung-yi is also annoyed when she sees the eldest young master. Saiwei also went to perfunctory, he simply stood with a blank face. The new coffin has arrived. It is reasonable to say that today is the day of the funeral. The remains are put into the coffin. The Ma family does not care about filial piety.

Shengyi's grief has been offset by the exhaustion of running around in and out of the city. After wiping his face and changing into a suit, he tidied up the black gauze on his arms, then ignored him and just sat on the Luohan bed outside the bedroom. Sitting down, he glanced at Wuxin slowly, as if he was relying on him, and felt a little more stable. Wuxin was still dressed in worker trousers and a white shirt, standing quietly by the side, refusing to say anything to disturb him.

A moment later, Saiwei also came back, in a messed up image, similar to Shengyi who had just been born. She went to the bathroom to cleanse herself, only to reappear an hour later. Tuck her wet short hair behind her ears, she is hot and filial, and she is not good at putting on makeup, but if she does not make up at all, she will not look good, and she will have a thin yellow face. Rationally speaking, she has no intention of falling in love with Wuxin at all, but at the same time she really hopes that the other party will be dumped under her pomegranate skirt. Hesitantly, she put a little vanishing cream on her face. She felt that she was pretty and fair, so she was satisfied.

When Wuxin saw that the two of them had arrived, he whispered his plan to them. The two listened and nodded, and the relaxed nerves regained their tension. After a meal and dinner, the lights in the room were on, and the three of them neither rested nor moved, but sat around the Luohan bed and played poker. Occasionally, there are old mothers and little girls coming and going, and they don't mind. When poker hits eleven or twelve, Saiwei has another supper. After the three had eaten and drank enough, they were ready to rest.

They didn't sleep, and neither could the servants; stay up till midnight, and they were all sleepy. After finally getting a rest, they all went back to their own rooms as birds and animals scattered. Severa closed the curtains, locked the door, and turned off the lights. A large silver-white moon hangs high in the sky outside the window, and the moonlight shines through the curtains, but the room is full of shadows.

Sheng Yi moved first, crouched down in front of a glass case in the corner, and carefully pulled out the lower drawer. Saiwei got on the bed barefoot, and groped under the mattress from beginning to end.

Sheng Yi's mouth is not as clever as Saiwei's, but she does meticulous work, but she has a pair of skillful hands. After searching the glass case, he squatted in front of the dresser, and silently pulled out the small drawer and put it on the ground. Turning over, he suddenly said softly: "Mother's things have been touched."

Severdon looked up at him: "What?"

Sheng Yi held up a golden butterfly: "The hair clip is mixed with silk flowers."

Unintentionally, I looked down and saw three small drawers in a row on the ground. They were full of chaotic flowers, reds and willows, and there was no order at all. Saiwei suddenly realized, and explained to Wuxin in a low voice: "The small clip is gold-plated and should be placed with the beads."

It turns out that the second concubine has a characteristic, that is, she likes to classify items on her own. A kind of thing is sloppy and sloppy mixed together, it can't be seen neat, but she feels pleasing to the eye and comfortable.

Shengyi continued to check, Saiwei continued to crawl all over the bed, and inadvertently looked at the black marks on the frame of the dressing mirror. After reaching out and touching the mirror, he found nothing, so he subconsciously looked to the right again. Shengyi and Saiwei were too busy to pay attention to him.

After a long time, Saiwei almost made the quilt. Sitting on her knees with nothing, she sighed and was about to speak, when a "tuk" sound suddenly came from under the bed.

She was startled, and Seung-yi stopped. Immediately, there was a low knocking sound under the bed, and the sound of the knocking was an unintentional sound: "There is something under the bed board!"

Sai Wei hurriedly jumped out of the bed and squatted on the ground with the towed sheets. He was surprised to find that Wuxin got in without knowing when, and was now lying long in the dark.

The bed is an iron canopy bed with a wooden deck with spring mattresses. Inadvertently, he pulled out a folded white paper from the gap between the bed board and the iron frame.

Crawling out with a wisp of dust on his head, he waved the white paper at his siblings. Saiwei was quick and grabbed it and unfolded it. Shengyi stretched out his head to take a look, and then was stunned: "What?"

Saiwei handed the paper to Wuxin, and Wuxin looked at it, but it was also inexplicable - the piece of paper itself was only the size of a palm, and there were only a few strokes on it. Very heavy circle. Other than that, nothing else.

Inadvertently looked and looked, really lost my mind. Saiwei also muttered: "Where is the painting?"

Shengyi replied: "Anyway, my mother hasn't been out of the city for many years. If it is a realistic painting, it will not be far away."

Sai Wei grabbed the paper and looked at it again, then raised a finger to the two in front of him, and said in a ghostly voice: "I see! It's not far, let's go to the place on the painting, It won't take a few minutes."

Without waiting for the two of them to ask questions, she smiled awkwardly and shook the piece of paper in her hand: "Isn't it the back garden of our house?"

The back garden of the Ma Zhai also has a history of several decades. Like the Ma Zhai, it is the achievement of the father of Master Ma. Saiwei and Shengyi are not very impressed with their grandfather, they only know that grandfather started from scratch and is very powerful. The area of ​​the back garden is equal to that of a small park. The scenery inside is all artificially built up, but there are mountains and rivers, flowers and forests. At this moment, although it is autumn, the scenery in the park is still quite interesting; it's just that the Ma family is used to seeing it and can't see the beauty, and even bother to go.

No matter how confused Saiwei and Shengyi are, they also see the problem. The three of them squeezed onto the bed and started chatting. Saiwei said: "It must be painted by my mother, look, it is still an eyebrow pencil."

She pondered and said, "Did something happen to my mother, she wanted to escape in advance, but failed? She didn't allow us to go home. Is it because the family is not peaceful?"

Sai Wei lowered her head: "What big event can we have in our family? It's nothing more than a civil war." She put the piece of paper on the bed: "Unless there is a problem with the pavilion, our family will be divided, and the civil war will turn into an external war. war."

Sheng Yi sneered: "Isn't the lame already split up?"

Sai Wei replied: "You are honest when you are the fifth concubine and eight concubine? Don't look at the fourth and fifth children, they are all weird! Dad is a tinderbox, I don't even bother to look at him, the fifth concubine and eight concubine. Can you really have feelings for him?"

The two brothers and sisters criticized the family up and down. After the criticism, there was no conclusion. Inadvertently let them talk, and only turn the topic to the right path after they have had enough of it. At home, Ma Yinghao always seemed to have a master at home; so they decided to wait for Ma Yinghao to return to Tianjin, and then go to the garden pavilion to conduct an on-the-spot investigation.

After two days like this, Ma Yinghao saw that his home was settled, and as expected he was going back to Tianjin. Brothers and sisters all have some scruples about him. When they heard that he was going to leave, they all expressed that they would like to leave.

The Ma family has had friendship with the Japanese since their grandfather's generation. Master Ma is a Japanese official, and Ma Yinghao also eats Japanese food, and each eats his own way, not one faction. The Anti-Japanese War had been going on for six years, and the more the fight became, the more inconclusive the outcome was. Master Ma took the opportunity to gain enormous power;

Leaving Beijing to Tianjin by car, he returned home on a bright autumn afternoon. The Ma's Mansion in Tianjin is an unremarkable small western-style building. The location and style are too bland, and it is hardly called his wealth and identity.

The eldest grandma divorced him five years ago, so now he is a bachelor in the family. He dragged his right leg, which had grown lame since childhood, and walked into the building step by step.

Sit down in the small living room and took a few breaths. He drank a cup of hot tea, and then stood up with a cane. There were no serious servants in the building, and he was followed by a long-term half-old man. The old man followed him a few steps, and seeing that he never gave any orders, he also withdrew.

While walking, Ma Yinghao took out a set of copper-nickel keys from his trouser pocket. Stopping in front of a small door at the end of the corridor, he lowered his head and found a key to open the door.

After opening the door and entering the room, the door was closed again, with a "click", and the secret lock was tightly closed. Reaching out and pulling the light cord by the door, the light bulb hanging from the ceiling immediately turned on. The room should have been a storage room. It didn't even have windows, but there were no sundries either. There was only a huge glass jar against the wall. The thin iron pipe penetrated the ceiling, walked down from the second floor along the corner of the wall, and turned into the glass tank. It was a rather ugly automatic water changing device.

The room was filled with a suffocating, salty smell, because the half-wall-sized glass tank was filled with sea water. More than a dozen colorful sea snakes swim among them, and their posture is extremely flexible.

Ma Yinghao is not flexible himself, so he likes to appreciate the flexibility of the sea snake. Looking fixedly at the large glass jar, he was in a daze for more than half an hour. In the center of the glass jar stood a mess of steel pipes, acting as land. A sea snake coiled helplessly on it, holding its slender head high, but looked at him for a while.

Ma Yinghao is not one to play with things, and after seeing enough of his pets, he turns around and walks to the corner opposite the glass jar. The floor in the corner was covered with a one-meter-square iron plate with hinges on one side, like an iron door in a cellar, with handles and locks beside the door. He leaned over to unlock the lock, then clenched the handle, pushing the small iron door open.

Under the iron gate, the darkness is unfathomable. The cool air rushed up, with a musty smell, straight to the nose. Ma Yinghao squatted down slowly, reached out and fumbled around the door, and finally felt the light switch, and there was a faint light on the ground immediately.

Family, he stretched out a leg, and he stepped on the iron stairs below. The body slowly sinks down with the pace, and it turns out that there is a basement below.

The ground in the center of the basement is still covered with a layer of iron. However, unlike the iron gate on the previous layer, although this layer of iron plate also has hinges and locks, it has a larger area, and there is a two-foot square air outlet on the iron plate. The tuyere is welded with a row of thick iron bars, reminiscent of a prison.

The cane hits the iron plate under the foot with a heavy pestle, making a muffled sound. Ma Yinghao stood still and heard a series of bells ringing from far to near in the space below. The foul and foul breath became heavier and heavier, he took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose unbearably.

With the dim light, he lowered his eyes and saw a pale and dirty face slowly approaching the air vent. The face is slightly tilted, and one blue eye is exposed in the messy hair.