Chapter 292 Happy Six Family 10

"The fire appeared so timely, otherwise the monster would have rushed up directly... But where did the fire come from?"

Shi Xianyu touched his face, then his chest, and said to himself: "Is it because the Niba people activated their wisdom and stimulated some supernatural powers..."

She touched him everywhere, trying to tickled him, and said, "I'll check it out."

...But he seemed not afraid of itch and sat still.

She teased him on purpose and continued to touch him down.

At this moment, I suddenly remembered a harmless little thing - when she was pinching the mud man, she didn't pinch... that thing.

This is a matter of course, right? It would be even more strange if I really copied it, right? Besides... she didn't know what the dragon thing looked like.

Since there is only air below, such teasing doesn't seem to be very meaningful.

Shi Xianyu withdrew his hand angrily.

Looking up at him again, although the familiar face always remained expressionless, his eyes... didn't seem to be very friendly?

...Are you angry?

It’s better not to make trouble for him. He has a bad temper, so what should I do if I get angry and run away?

Shi Xianyu stopped touching him, silently helped him tidy up his messy clothes, and then sat in his arms in a regular manner.

After sitting for three or five minutes, she gradually became lazy, her waist stopped straight, and her chest stopped being straight. Time was too difficult, so she raised her legs again and lie comfortably on him.

The servant frowned indifferently.

He hadn't stared at her for a while, why was she so dissipated? She didn't have any fairy temperament in such a demeanor, it's really...ah!

Someone beats his chest and stamps his feet in his heart.

Shi Xianyu knew nothing. She raised her legs and shook her eyes and sighed: "It's not yet noon, and it's going to be dark for a long time..."

Although I brought my mobile phone and tablet to pass the time, I don’t know if it was affected by the ghost’s aura. Since the ghost appeared just now, there has been no signal on the phone and tablet.

Only play stand-alone games.

The fellow Taoists were all focused on catching ghosts. In this situation, Shi Xianyu couldn't get over the conscience. She decided to correct her attitude, turn on her phone, and find out the photos she took yesterday to continue studying clues.

She took a lot of photos, including the shape of the building, the layout of the yard, swings, sand pits, dry and hard paint buckets, and rusty herringbone ladders...

The album flips to the front, there were the pile of albums and toys in the iron box, and it was also the first batch of photos she took after coming here.

Shi Xianyu looked at the paintings and muttered softly: "Although the painting is ugly, it is quite detailed. For example, the frame should be a window, and a swing was drawn in the frame, so the scene in this painting took place in a room where you can see the swing...that should be the first floor."

If she could reason this way, could she also analyze the real scenes in other paintings?

Shi Xianyu suddenly became interested and began to observe each child's painting carefully without missing any details.

But children's paintings are children's paintings after all, with tender brushwork and simple outlines, some abrupt black dots and some scattered coils. It is difficult to guess the true meaning of the painting unless you ask the painting himself.

Shi Xianyu looked at it for most of the day and felt a headache. Then he thought that even if he figured out the scenes in these paintings, it seemed to be of no use for catching ghosts, so he couldn't be motivated.

She lay in the arms of the servant god, frivolously flipping through the album.

Flip from front to back, turn to the last one, and then flip from back to forward...

"No matter how bad I painted it when I was a child, Is it better than this one, right?... The buttery jam on my body was painted like mud, and it was probably about the same as blood when applied in red..."

Turning forward and Shi Xianyu frowned and used his fingertips to enlarge the picture.

This one is held in my arms by my parents, and I also have a lot of blood on my body?

Will it be blood?

If this is a colorful children's graffiti, she can tell it from the color, but these paintings have been preserved for nearly thirty years, and the colors have oxidized and faded, leaving only a layer of gray-pink brushstrokes. In addition, the children's naive painting method makes it difficult to say whether the spots are blood or something else.

"If it's blood, wouldn't the meaning of these paintings be completely reversed?" Shi Xianyu flipped through the photos and thought, "...The order seems to be reversed?"

The first picture of the little girl celebrating her birthday;

The second picture of the little girl trying on a new skirt;

The third picture is that the little girl receives a toy gift in the room;

The fourth picture is the little girl playing in the yard;

The fifth picture shows that the little girl fell and was coaxed by her parents;

The sixth picture of the little girl fell asleep, and she didn't know if it was jam or mud on her body...

...

She frowned and flipped through the six photos, trying to find doubts, and finally stopped at the third picture.

I thought this picture was a gift from a little girl who received a toy in the room, and this understanding was based on the first birthday picture, because she would inevitably receive gifts on her birthday, but if the order itself was wrong?

The paintings in the iron box were not bound. The staff said that when they found this children's graffiti book, they had already left the page, so no one knew which page was on.

Shi Xianyu stared at the painting in front of him suspiciously... If you abandon your inherent thinking, it is not a birthday gift, then what does this painting mean?

Ruddoll bear, car, cardboard box, rabbit lamp, toy ball, robot...

Shi Xianyu frowned.

The robot in the painting lost one leg.

Where does the gift break when it is received?

Wait... Don't forget, this is a photo studio, and it is a children's photo studio. Whether it is to coax children, it is used as a shooting prop. In short, there must be many toys in this place.

Where will the toys be placed in the warehouse if they are used up or broken?

What about the little girl? Why is the little girl in the painting also in the warehouse? Did she run in by herself or... locked up?

The more Shi Xianyu looked at him, the deeper his brows frowned and the more serious his expression became.

If the third picture can be interpreted like this, then the rest... changing into a new skirt can be interpreted as being forced to change clothes, playing in the yard can be interpreted as wanting to escape, being coaxed by parents, it can be interpreted as being found out and being beaten, and finally being beaten to sleep in bed with blood—

Judging from the picture alone, there is no difference between the two.

"This makes sense. Otherwise, how could a family of three turn into a ghost full of anger?" Shi Xianyu stood up from the arms of the servant god, "I have to tell Qiu Duanming and Shan Huizi."

This is a major discovery.

She couldn't wait to go downstairs and told Shan Huizi and Qiu Duanming about her guesses.

Qiu Duanming stroked his black beard and nodded slowly, "It is indeed possible that the ghost was originally formed in chaos, without thoughts or wisdom. The resentment naturally had the instinct to devour other souls. This building was haunted for decades, and no one had ever seen the soul of the little girl's parents. It either dissipated early or was swallowed by the child."

Shan Huizi frowned, "What's the use of knowing this?"

Shi Xianyu held up his cell phone and said, "If the little girl is really locked up often, she will definitely hate this place. We just need to find this place and set up a formation here to wait for work. The success rate of exorcising ghosts must be very high."
Chapter completed!