Chapter 23 Then

At that time, Ye Yang and I didn't know that Lao Liu had accomplished something big.

While I was still deadlocked with Du Fei's ghost in the interrogation room, Ye Yang returned to Du Fei's house.

This time, Ye Yang was looking at the opposite residential complex from the old building.

Ye Yang stared at the empty room with the curtains drawn for a long time before saying, "Teacher Xia, why do you think Du Fei would leave a room empty and deliberately block the curtains?"

Xia Mengying said, "Du Fei said she was a part-time writer. Every writer has their own habits. Some like quiet, some like the night, some like to listen to music while they create. Du Fei deliberately left a room empty, perhaps to stimulate her inspiration."

Ye Yang frowned and said, "Since Du Fei was a writer, why didn't I see her manuscripts when I first came here?"

Writers all have one problem, which is that they can lose anything but their manuscripts.

As an author, losing their wallet might be shrugged off, but losing their manuscript could cause a complete breakdown.

Xia Mengying said, "I find it strange too. I originally thought Du Fei's manuscripts were in her computer, but when I came last time, her computer was password-protected, and I didn't have time to crack it."

"Now that we're back, Du Fei's computer has been taken away by the police. Should we go to the police station to find Du Fei's computer?"

"Go to the criminal investigation team? Li Po is there..." Ye Yang turned around and looked at the study again.

The police had already searched this place, and any useful clues had been taken away. What could be left here?

Ye Yang's gaze finally landed on a landscape painting of "Returning Swallows" on the wall. The painting was not only not a masterpiece, but it even had many flaws. At the very least, the proportions of the house and the swallows under the eaves made it impossible to tell which was the main subject.

More importantly, the swallow feeding the chicks completely ignored that there was another chick on the ground struggling desperately, only caring about stuffing food into the mouths of the chicks in the nest.

What exactly was this painting trying to express?

Ye Yang slowly walked towards the ink painting: "Divine Eye, open!"

As a gleam flashed in Ye Yang's eyes, he saw a doggerel written in the lower right corner of the painting:

Eaves hiding swallows hard to paint,

Internal affairs originate elsewhere,

A child receiving kindness must have land,

No path in the world, heart in despair.

As Ye Yang's gaze deepened, Xia Mengying, who had followed him, softly read, "Someone is inside the house."

The Confucian school also has a secret art similar to "Divine Eye Ghost Vision" called "Insight Like Fire." Xia Mengying could see what Ye Yang could see. As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Yang's fingers touched the hilt of his sword.

Someone in the house? Didn't that mean there was a third person in this house?

Or, was Du Fei living with someone before she died?

The atmosphere in the house suddenly became heavy in an instant.

Ye Yang and Xia Mengying were both experts in the art, but at that moment, they felt a prickling sensation on their backs. The next second, strange noises came from all over the house.

Windows, doors, wardrobes, bookshelves, refrigerators, cabinets, any place that could be opened at all simultaneously opened a crack. No matter where you looked, you felt like there was an eye watching you.

Not only was there someone in the house, but there were people everywhere.

As Ye Yang's hand rested on the hilt of his sword, he blocked Xia Mengying with his body: "Get out!"

As Xia Mengying held the sword at her waist and retreated step by step towards the door, the sound of a key unlocking the door came from outside. When Xia Mengying turned her head, Du Fei, who was supposed to be dead, was standing at the door, looking at Xia Mengying with a smile that was not a smile: "You've come!"

With only a brief pause from Xia Mengying, Ye Yang's long sword turned into a flash of white light and pierced Du Fei's brow.

Du Fei was immediately sent flying by Ye Yang's released sword, pinned to the wall of the corridor.

Ye Yang slowly walked towards the door: "Qiao Gongliang, your trick has failed."

Du Fei sneered and said in a hoarse male voice: "How do you know I'm Qiao Gongliang?"

Ye Yang said in a deep voice: "You are not a ghost or god, nor do you have the ability to let people enter the story. Your so-called story is just a secret method that can be triggered. Just like the doggerel on the wall."

"Li Po was also tricked by you because he triggered the secret method."

Ye Yang had such doubts when he looked at the opposite window. The design of the residential building in the opposite complex was unreasonable. Du Fei's empty room had a double-sun structure, and the windows were all on one side of the room, making the sunlight very dazzling during the day.

From a warlock's point of view, the curtains were always drawn in the room to protect the yin spirits from sunlight, so they would subconsciously open the curtains to take a look.

No matter which room I stood in, I would see the old building opposite, and naturally trigger the secret method left by Qiao Gongliang.

The ghost pinned to the wall nodded: "That's right, you've passed the first level. Finding me is the second level. After you find me, I have something to talk to you about."

"Go to the police station and pick up your friend! Then come find me!"