Chapter 147: Photos
Because it was too late, they couldn't go back to school. Fortunately, Zhou Zipei and Chu Mian sent a message before their dinner ended, saying that they would come to pick them up.
Ye Chuan looked at Lu Jingshu and Lu Siyin and said, "Does your school have a curfew? If you don't mind, you can stay at my place for a night."
Lu Siyin pointed to the car that had been waiting outside for a long time and said, "No need, someone will pick us up, thank you."
Ye Chuan looked at the car that blended into the night. The miniature plum blossom logo on the rear of the car caught him off guard under the glimmering moonlight.
"We're leaving. Bye." Lu Siyin said goodbye to them. Xiang
Ling and others watched the car leave. The low-key Rolls-Royce was like a swift and madly running black panther in the dark.
"As expected of Mr. Lu, you are really rich!" Xiang Ling teased.
Ye Chuan didn't know what he was thinking. He stared at the direction where the car left. He looked thoughtful and came back to his senses when he heard her sigh. He smiled meaningfully and said, "I am also rich, right? I have never seen you so emotional before."
Xiang Ling's smile faded a little. After a day of recording, there was some fatigue between her eyebrows. She said, "After all, it was in the past!"
Hearing this, Ye Chuan's upturned lip line slightly drooped down. Standing at the door of the restaurant, at the junction of darkness and light, his expression seemed a little gloomy.
The two of them didn't deliberately lower their voices. Ji Dongran happened to hear them and couldn't help but be surprised: "Teacher Ye and Sister Ling knew each other before." Xiang Ling
looked forward and said calmly: "It's just a chance encounter!"
Ji Dongran felt something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.
After a long while, Ye Chuan hummed softly and walked towards the car driven by Zeng Shuyong.
After saying goodbye to each other, when everyone left one after another, Liu Chenan let his hair down and walked slowly into the night.
...
Lu Siyin and Lu Jingshu sat in the back seat.
His fingers stroked the photos in his pocket, thinking about things in his heart. After a few hours, he saw Zhou Zipei again and didn't care about the embarrassment.
"Are you happy recording the show?" Zhou Zipei looked at Lu Siyin through the rearview mirror and asked.
Lu Siyin said, "Very happy."
Zhou Zipei's voice was a little unhappy: "Why do I seem to see Liu Chenan?"
When he mentioned him, Lu Siyin got angry and said angrily: "I guess he is here to defeat me!"
Zhou Zipei laughed.
The car drove smoothly to "Xinghe Tianfu".
Lu Siyin looked at the villa with familiar configuration in front of her, and said depressedly: "Do you have any special feelings for Xinghe Tianfu?"
Otherwise, why are the ones in Pucheng and Kyoto exactly the same, causing her to recall the moments of social death every time she comes in.
Zhou Zipei took her hand, and her tone was very annoying: "Yes, every time I come here, I can recall some special memories."
Lu Siyin glared at him: "..."
Zhou Zipei's shoulders shook with laughter.
At night
Lu Siyin sat on the bed, turning on only a small night light at the head of the bed. The dim and warm light only illuminated a small area, magnifying her shadow on the white wall, like a monster with a blurry face, staring at her every move with a pair of shapeless and terrifying eyes.
Lu Siyin took out the photo she found in the haunted house during the day, and after seeing it clearly, her eyes widened in disbelief, as if she wanted to confirm whether she was dazzled and saw it wrong.
Her fingers trembled uncontrollably, and her breathing became disordered.
That was a photo of her uncle...
Xu Guanglin was lying lifelessly on the steering wheel of the car, his handsome young face was covered with bright red blood, and he was lying on the driver's seat in a very strange posture, as if he had no bones, unconscious.
Lu Siyin's face turned pale in an instant, and she was confused. She closed her eyes several times, unable to bear the sight of her uncle's miserable condition.
In fact, she could no longer remember what happened ten years ago. When she saw this man again, even though his face was not very clear, she still vaguely felt familiar.
The man's gentle and light smile coaxed her voice seemed to still be in her ears.
It seemed as if he was saying, "Yinyin, don't cry, your uncle brought you some candy..."
That should be the sentence!
Lu Siyin thought uncertainly.
No...
Suddenly realizing something, her body went completely stiff, and a sense of panic surged in her heart, as if her body was bound by an invisible rope, as helpless as walking aimlessly in the dark.
No, it shouldn't be like this!
She kept telling herself this.
In the original novel, Xu Guanglin only mentioned the cause of his death, and explained some past events in a few sentences. There was no mention of his interaction with the heroine, not to mention his conversation with the original owner.
If there is no such thing, how do I know it?
How can I have the impression that Xu Guanglin and Lu Siyin are talking ? I
even know everything they said.
No, no, no, no, no , no
. Lu Siyin covered her face in panic, and recalled carefully, trying to figure out how Xu Guanglin's words just now appeared in her mind.
Did Lu Jingshu mention it at some point, and I just forgot it.
It must be like this, she should not panic, find a time to ask her sister!
Lu Siyin calmed down and forced herself not to think too much. The fact that she had traveled through the book has always been beyond doubt.
Since it is not in the original book, it can only be that she heard others say it after she traveled through.
She took a deep breath, turned the photo over, and couldn't bear to look at it any more, and then thought of another question.
How did my uncle's photo appear in the haunted house?
It just happened to be the photo of him before he died!
This shows that Xu Guanglin's death was probably not an accident. In addition to Xu Shuyan, there was a third person.
How did she find it by chance?
It was as if someone deliberately placed it under her feet, waiting for her to see it.
What is this person's purpose and identity?
Is it Ye Chuan?
Xiang Ling
Liu Chenan
Or someone from the program team
Without any information, Lu Siyin couldn't rule out anyone, and everyone who had appeared in the haunted house was a suspect.
What was he trying to tell her by showing her this photo? A
friendly reminder or a malicious warning
Lu Siyin frowned deeply, and she couldn't figure out the answer to all these questions one after another.
There were no clues, no other information, and she could only guess.
On the bright side, could it be that he wanted to tell her that her uncle was still alive?
The person who took the photo saved him
Lu Siyin had to put the photo under the light and study it carefully to see if she could find any clues.
She looked at it from front to back, inch by inch, but found nothing.
She didn't believe it, and kept her head down for a long time, her neck aching. She raised her head and lay on the bed, and continued to hold up the photo, wanting to take another look.
Suddenly, Lu Siyin's eyes paused, and she looked at the thing in her hand in disbelief.
The photo, which was an opaque entity just now, became somewhat transparent when viewed against the light, with a few faint black lines.
She looked at it carefully and struggled to identify what seemed to be numbers: "1, 2, 0, 3, 6..."
What does it mean
? Does it have any special meaning?
Or is it a phone number?
Lu Siyin took out her mobile phone and pressed the numbers one by one, and then clicked to dial.
She took a deep breath and put the phone close to her ear. The surroundings were too quiet except for the mechanical beeping sound of the phone and her nervous breathing.
After about a minute and a half, the phone was slow to respond. Just when she thought she was wrong and that the string of numbers was not actually a phone number, a short, medium-sized "beep" sounded in her ear. It was particularly abrupt in the silent room.
Lu Siyin held her breath instantly.
The call was connected...