Chapter 27
With the clues, I felt I was getting closer and closer to the truth. After chatting with the old man for a few more words, we said goodbye.
We immediately contacted the property management team and asked them to fix the elevator to the eleventh floor. They'd been through several different management teams and had no idea why the eleventh floor was blocked. When they asked why we were going to the eleventh floor, Zhang Song showed us his ID and said they were investigating. The property management team quickly fixed the elevator, but the staircase was impossible to access; it had been completely sealed with cement. This was unreasonable. Although the twelfth floor only housed the elderly family, if the staircase was blocked, there would be no way to get down in the elevator in the event of a fire.
We reported this to the property management, but they said they didn't have any good solutions and just perfunctorily said they would report it.
After the elevator button for the eleventh floor was repaired, the three of us took the elevator to the eleventh floor. As the elevator door opened, what came into view was exactly the same as what I had seen before.
The four rooms on this floor are already covered in dust, making them seem like they're not on the same floor as the others. On the walls of Room 1101 and the surrounding areas, you can see traces of talismans, which were used by a master to perform rituals on the building.
"This is it." I pointed to 1101.
"Brother Song, it's up to you," said Mao Jianming.
Without a word, Zhang Song pulled out something that looked like a bank card from his pocket and swiped it against the crack of the door. The door, sealed for nearly ten years, was easily opened by him. The moment the door was opened, a musty smell emanated from the house.
The three of us covered our noses and waited until the musty smell subsided before going in.
The owner of this house remodeled it.
The original layout was supposed to be the same as mine and the elderly couple's on the twelfth floor. The whole house felt incredibly out of place. The first thing I noticed upon entering was a massive beam. It took up so much space, it shouldn't have been there. We checked all three bedrooms at once and saw a guest room, but the rooms for the host and hostess were separate. Do newlyweds always sleep in separate rooms?
In short, this house is full of unreasonableness.
"Did you see anything?" I asked them both.
They were both confused. Mao Jianming said, "I checked the owner of this house. He's said to be a famous architect. Could it be that the layout of this house has some purpose?"
"But as soon as I walked into this house and saw this beam, I felt uncomfortable. If I lived in this house for a long time, I would definitely feel uncomfortable all over."
"I have some idea, but I'm not sure," I said.
"What do you mean?" Mao Jianming asked.
"Didn't the old man on the twelfth floor say that he was a member of the Xuanmen sect and an architectural designer?"
After I said this, Mao Jianming realized what was going on.
"Xuanmen, architecture, you don't mean Lu Ban's technique, do you?"
I nodded, that's exactly what I thought.
"Let's go first. I want to contact Erma first. We can make plans when she arrives."
Then we closed the door and got off the elevator.
The smell in the elevator was even better than that house. I'll definitely wear a mask next time I come. As soon as I got out of the elevator, I contacted Erma. She was so happy to hear my call and to be able to hang out again. She said she'd come to me as soon as she'd reported to Senior Brother Li Danyang and asked me to be ready to receive her.
Although I didn't come into contact with the mysterious things when I was in the Tianshi Mansion, I knew a little about them through constant exposure. That's why I thought of Lu Ban's technique just now. Once Erma comes, we will be able to confirm whether this is the case.
Now we still have one thing to do, which is to find out where the owner of that house is now.
We searched online again, and I discovered Mao Jianming's remarkable ability to integrate information. I'd felt the same way last time with Zheng Yunyun. Quickly, we found a clue through information comparison. The owner of the house, Wu Lianyong, currently works for a renowned developer. His resume suggests he's now a chief designer at the Hong Kong headquarters.
Seeing this, I had a bad feeling in my heart. Could this guy have run away?
"Even if we are sure that he killed the person, I am afraid we can't catch him. Besides, our claim that he used Lu Ban's magic to kill people cannot be used as evidence," said Mao Jianming.
"It seems that he has already thought of a way out, but this also reveals that he is definitely related to this matter." I said.
"Let's wait until Erma comes. If you can find substantial evidence, I still have a way to contact Hong Kong to arrest people." Zhang Song said.
Hearing Zhang Song say this, we looked at him in surprise. Connecting with Hong Kong is not like connecting with the mainland; the procedures are very complicated.
"Brother Song, you are not the kind of Guoan that people say on the Internet, right?" I asked curiously.
"Yeah, I think so too." Mao Jianming agreed.
"If I were Guoan, I wouldn't have to retire at such a young age. I've already said that I was in the army before." Zhang Song looked at the two of us helplessly.
And so we waited until Erma came.
As soon as we met, Erma hugged me and said with a smile, "Sister, if you need anything in the future, you must call me. I used to sneak down the mountain, but now I come out openly every few days. It's great."
We all laughed when we heard her say this. "You silly kid, you think your sister didn't die quickly enough? This whole thing has been making me so anxious."
After a brief reunion, we went to the eleventh floor again. In the elevator, I told her my guess, and she said she needed to see it in detail to know if it was Lu Ban's technique. Zhang Song once again showed off his door-opening skills. Erma was shocked by Zhang Song's nonchalant attitude and said, "Brother Song, you weren't a thief before, were you?"
"Haha." Mao Jianming and I both laughed.
Erma knew that she had said something wrong and was embarrassed.
We put on our masks and entered the house. As soon as we entered, Erma's expression suddenly became serious. She, like everyone else, first looked at the striking beam, then examined each of the three bedrooms, and finally, took a look around the living room. "This layout definitely has some remnants of Lu Ban's art," she said.
After hearing what she said, our guess was finally confirmed.
She took us to the hostess's room and pointed to a mirror and said, "Look, this mirror is facing the bedside. In feng shui, it's called 'reflective evil'. Staying in this environment for a long time will cause sleep disturbance and damage the soul."
Then she pointed to the strange beam in the living room and said, "If my guess is correct, there should be a portrait of a white tiger on this beam."
Zhang Song immediately found a stool. He was the tallest person here, and the stool was just high enough for him to stand on.
He glanced at the beam and said, "There's nothing up there."
Erma said, "Look to see if there's a secret compartment on the beam. This thing wouldn't be placed in plain sight."
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