Yu Chuan raised his hand and clenched his fist, then covered his mouth lightly and coughed twice in a fake manner: "If Boss Jia doesn't mind, find me two pieces of wire and I can open it!"
Jia Fugui: "Of course I don't mind, Aunt Xia, bring the toolbox over."
Yu Chuan picked out two iron wires of appropriate thickness from the toolbox, bent over and inserted the wires into the keyhole.
Less than a minute later, a crisp "click" sounded, and the tightly closed door slowly opened.
Luo Zhou patted Yu Chuan on the shoulder: "Sure, brother!"
Jiang Suisui gave Yu Chuan a thumbs up: "Not bad!"
Old Mrs. Jia's room was locked all year round, and the door and windows had never been opened.
As soon as I walked into the house, a strong musty smell instantly hit me, making me frown.
Jia Fugui: "Niece, please wait a moment. I'll open a window and let some fresh air in."
Jiang Suisui held his breath and politely shook his head: "Uncle Jia. No need."
Looking at Jia Fugui's smiling face, Jiang Suisui's mind was full of thoughts: He is a big client, and we must maintain a good relationship with him!
If Fukufu was still around, people would definitely laugh at her for being a money-grubber!
...
Jiang Suisui paced in the room, looking around.
The furnishings in the house are very simple, with a bed, a large wardrobe, and a separate bathroom on the right hand side of the door.
Compared with the dazzling decoration of the Jia family's house, this room can only be described as simple.
Next to the window of the room, there is a row of low cabinets with a simple style. At first glance, it feels a bit like tatami.
There was a futon placed on the flat counter surface.
Jiang Suisui reached out and moved the cushion away, and a keyhole appeared before his eyes.
"Yu Chuan, it's up to you."
"Master, don't worry!"
Yu Chuan half-knelt on the low cabinet, and the wire in his hand flexibly probed back and forth in the keyhole.
As the wire slid, the lock opened. Yu Chuan pushed it tentatively, and the low cabinet door slowly opened, revealing a secret compartment underneath.
Jiang Suisui: "Don't move, come here first!"
Yu Chuan got down from the low cabinet obediently: "Okay, Master."
Jiang Suisui turned to Jia Fugui who was standing beside him and said slowly, "Uncle Jia, if I opened this thing, the culprit would probably die on the spot."
Jia Fugui stood in his mother's room and rubbed his palms subconsciously.
With a look of confusion and uneasiness on his face, he stammered, "Niece, what... is this thing?"
Jiang Suisui looked deep in his eyes and asked, "I wonder if Uncle Jia has ever heard of this saying?
Peaches nourish people, apricots hurt people, and under plum trees people are buried dead!"
Jiang Suisui looked at the secret compartment in the low cabinet and said, "This should all be plum pits.
This is an evil technique that uses the lifespan of younger members of one's family to extend one's own life.
This kind of witchcraft requires picking two plums from two plum trees.
Carve the younger generation’s birth date on the plum pit.
Bury one at the place where the ritual is performed, and carry one on your body.
Every two years, he would kill a younger person to increase his own lifespan."
With every word Jiang Suisui spoke, Jia Fugui's smile gradually stiffened.
His face grew paler and his body took a step back uncontrollably.
At this moment, he had retreated to the low cabinet and leaned against the wall.
The plum trees in his mother's yard suddenly appeared in Jia Fugui's mind. The lush branches and leaves swayed in the wind, but at this moment they looked like the minions of the devil, making him feel cold in his heart.
His voice trembled as he asked, "That's impossible. These...are all my mother's grandchildren. Why would she want to harm her own grandchildren?"
Jiang Suisui: "I've said everything I need to say. The rest is up to Uncle Jia to decide!"
Jia Fugui's eyes alternately showed his mother's face and the smiling face of his beloved youngest son, and it seemed as if two little people were pulling fiercely at each other in his heart.
He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and seemed to have made up his mind: "Niece, please help me open it!"
Jiang Suisui: "Are you sure?"
Jia Fugui nodded heavily, his tone filled with determination: "I'm sure my mother is confused. No matter what, she shouldn't steal the life of her own youngster to prolong her life!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Suisui walked towards the secret compartment.
Jia Fugui remembered what Jiang Suisui had just said about being killed on the spot, and shouted, "Niece, wait a moment, I'll call the servant who takes care of my mother!"
Jiang Suisui paused, slowly spread out his right hand, with a casual look on his face, the meaning was obvious: you give me money, you do whatever you want, it's all fine with me!
As soon as the servant who was taking care of Old Lady Jia answered the phone, Jia Fugui asked, "What is Old Lady doing?"
I heard the servant answer that the old lady was resting on a lounge chair in the yard.
He quickly said, "Change to a place where you won't disturb my mother's rest but can see her clearly. I'll video call you later."
As soon as the video was connected, Jia Fugui and his companions saw through the screen that Old Mrs. Jia was lying on a rocking chair under the window sill of the courtyard, with her eyes lightly closed, and she seemed to be sleeping soundly.
Seeing this, Jia Fugui said to Jiang Suisui, "Niece, you start!"
Jiang Sui reached out and opened the secret compartment, revealing a small black jar covered with a red cloth.
She moved the small black jar out, placed it on the low cabinet, then reached out and lifted the red cloth.
Everyone came closer curiously and nervously, and saw something that looked like fruit cores in the small black jar.
After counting carefully, I found that there were exactly eight of them. Some of them had rotted and turned black, and were covered with mold, while some still looked relatively fresh.
If you look closely at the fresher ones, you can see something engraved on them!
Suddenly, a servant's terrified cry was heard from the video: "Ahhhhhhhh, ghost, ghost, someone is dead, ahhhhhhhhh!"
Jia Fugui was anxious and angry, and shouted into the phone: "Damn it, come back here! I'll give you more money, more money, do you hear me, give it back!"
It's broad daylight, why are you running? Come back here! More money, more money, more money!!!"
As the servant grabbed his cell phone and ran out of the door in panic, he accurately caught the words "add money"!
Jiang Suisui and others noticed that the screams in the video stopped instantly.
Then, they saw a face with snot and tears on the other side of the video.
The servant sobbed and asked the camera: "Master, wuwuwu, how much more?"
Jia Fugui rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "Ten thousand, is that enough?"
The servant nodded hurriedly: "Enough, enough, enough! I'll go back now, please wait!"
The servant took several deep breaths and ran back courageously.
Accompanied by a shrill scream, the phone screen suddenly turned and Mrs. Jia appeared in the camera.
Old Mrs. Jia appeared in the picture, still sitting in the rocking chair.
But the difference from before was that her skin was as dry and shriveled as a wrinkled old tree bark.
It was as if all the blood in his body had been drained away in an instant, and he suddenly died in the rocking chair.
"Master, wuwuwu, don't forget the ten thousand you promised!"
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