Muchuan and Xiang Wan

Chapter 193: , Poverty and imagination (one more)

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doubt?

Glancing towards him at night.

When they came to “rescue” Bai Muchuan that day, because of Jia An’s death, not only had everyone here been questioned, but a full-scale search was conducted inside and out, and nothing unusual was found—

"This Zhou Dequan, really the cunning rabbit three caves, actually thought of digging the basement to hide the corpse!"

Born to be human, how come there is no fear? Those who have done too many evil things must not sleep peacefully. Zhou Dequan was afraid that one day the east window would happen, and the end would be miserable. Therefore, when he built this house, he cunningly prepared a hidden basement for himself, which is not surprising--

Strangely, how could Bai Muchuan know.

Xiang Wan raised an eyebrow, "Is the news from the informant again?"

Bai Muchuan glanced at her, not acknowledging, nor denying.

"Come on, work hard."

"..." refused to say.

It seems inconvenient to say.

Xiang Wan had an idea in her heart, but he was inconvenient, so she stopped asking.

...

After Zhou Dequan's accident, no one lived here.

In the empty villa, it was creepy and quiet.

With psychological hints, looking at what went wrong at night, I could not help but clenched my arms and followed closely behind Bai Muchuan.

"Where is the basement?"

Standing in the large and luxurious living room, I looked at this room late and asked suspiciously.

If the entrance to the basement is easily visible, they had already discovered when they came to search, and naturally they would not wait until today the "informer" provided the information.

Sure enough, Bai Muchuan looked back at her and summoned everyone to go directly through the living room and into a confession behind the courtyard.

The construction of the temple is quaint, and it feels a bit like an old social shrine.

A single building, hidden in the middle of the green plant garden, with jade railings all around.

Last time they all visited, the middle house enshrined the ancestral tablets of the Zhou family, on both sides were some merits and summary of the old ancestors related to the Zhou family, and some antiques such as ancient books and paintings. The ancestor of the family.

However, Xiang Wan thought it was just a bragging gimmick.

There is nothing more than money to make a fortune, you have to brush some gold powder on your head-

"Is the basement here?" asked Bai Muchuan sideways.

"Huh." Bai Muchuan nodded and shouted back, "Tang Yuanchu!"

"Come on, Boss." Tang Yuanchu walked over, "Where? Where did I enter the basement? I watched this place several times last time, but I didn't find any entrance?"

"So easy to find, how can you hide the corpse?"

Uh too.

Everyone looked at him with doubt.

Bai Muchuan slowly walked to the table, looking at the ancestral tablets of the Zhou family.

"Here."

Everyone was startled.

Most Chinese people are in awe of their deceased ancestors.

Choosing to make the entrance to the basement under his ancestor's card, Zhou Dequan really doesn't seem to feel disheartened, nor is he afraid that his ancestor will beat him.

Tang Yuanchu took a look at some of the spirit cards, slowly bowed to the sandalwood table, took out a picture of the mobile phone tube, and carefully looked at it for a long while.

"Boss, solid, no entrance!"

Bai Muchuan didn't answer, and slowly walked over, raising his hand slowly on the middle row of Grandpa Zhou Dequan's spirit cards--

"Ah!" The people took a breath.

"Boss, this is..."

Bai Muchuan still didn't speak, and suddenly twisted the spirit card.

A 360-degree rotation, the nameplate appeared again in front of everyone.

What is puzzling is that Bai Muchuan once again put his hand on the spirit card of Zhou Dequan's father.

According to the above method, it is another 360 rotation.

Next, his uncle, his ancestor... all the souls of worship were turned around again, and suddenly there was a clatter in the offering hall.

"Fuck! See you for a long time!"

The specific location of the loud noise is below the supply table.

That's where Tang Yuanchu looked at it carefully with his mobile phone just now.

At this moment, after the spirit card moved, an entrance appeared there.

The two marbles originally embedded in the ground are separated from the middle and moved to the sides. The entrance is flat and is a step that extends downward.

Tang Yuanchu held a flashlight inward and was a little excited. "It's good to have money. I designed my home like an ancient tomb..."

Indeed, this is the reason.

Everyone sighed and looked down at the probe.

Xie Hui made shoe covers for everyone silently.

A group of people chatted, fastened their shoe covers, and slowly walked down the stairs.

"Brothers, do you feel like exploring an ancient tomb?"

"Don't say it! That kind of means!"

"You said that this week, Dequan will not be sick? Building an ancestral monastery, and hiding the body below, how abnormal?"

"... three years of work, the first time I encountered such a mysterious scene."

"Poverty limits my imagination."

"Very panic! OMG, this step is so long, goose bumps are coming out."

"What are you afraid of? We are policemen, full of vigour, a masculine look, and the ox, ghost and snake **** have to hide when they see..."

Listen to them chatting and walk cautiously towards the night. This step is really long, the chisel is also very delicate, and after entering, there are also lights on both sides, the light is not strong, gray, and shines on the face of a pedestrian, inexplicably a bit green and green.

Xiang Xian shivered, slightly closer to Bai Muchuan.

He glanced at her without speaking and slowed down.

However, even with the preparations in mind, when everyone actually sees the basement, they can't help but be shocked.

The wide area and exquisite shape are staggering.

It’s not just his homestead that is so wide, okay?

How much money did Zhou Dequan collect and build such a gorgeous "underground palace"!

Yes, there is not only one room in the basement, but countless beautifully designed rooms.

Divided into two from the middle part, the left part is magnificently decorated, completely inferior to the mansion on the ground, and there are a variety of different decoration styles, but on the right is a desolate area with a different style, which looks like ancient times There is no difference in the tomb of

The wind didn't know which direction it came from, which made the bones unable to resist the cold.

He shouted at night and asked Bai Muchuan nervously, "Aren't you surprised?"

"Huh?" Bai Muchuan motioned to her to continue.

Xiang Wan thought for a while, "I think Zhou Dequan, who can build such a basement, is not a person who is so prone to death. Even if he has to die, he can't bear to bear such a big secret to die?"

"what do you mean?"

"He pays attention to everything and requires luxury. He is a man with a serious desire to express. He longs to get the attention, recognition and worship of others. He also likes to show off to the world everything he has-the big villa built in the demolition area, a symbol of Not only money, but power. The ancestral tablets in the hall and the almost funny family history in the two ear rooms are arrogantly related to some ancient celebrities and even great men-why not because of his inferiority? "

"Inferiority?"

"What is missing is what you care about. If there is nothing, it will be displayed."

Everyone looked at her.

"He was poor in childhood and had a deep psychological shadow of poverty. When he was young, he fell in love and was discriminated and insulted by the Jia family. These pains were buried in his bones. They were not digested by his fortune, but by the past. Unable to change, and let the pain erode his soul a little bit."

Xiang Youyou said, glancing coolly at this strange basement.

"So, I guess, this is not only Zhou Dequan's burial place for covering up evil, but also a Zhou Dequan crime exhibition hall. And his last wounds, pain and inferiority that he was least willing to show others..."

"..."

After a moment of silence, finally the hiss of Tang Yuanchu came.

I touched my arms. "Teacher, you have told me goose bumps come out. I'm very curious. What's all this hiding... the wounds you said, the pain... inferiority. How do you show this kind of thing? ?"

Xiang Wan: "..."

This too literary statement is obviously not suitable for the brain thinking of pure engineering men like Tang Yuanchu.

Moreover, it is difficult to explain this kind of thing that can only be understood.

She smiled softly, "We'll see it later, we will know."

"Hey. Okay, I can't wait any longer." Tang Yuanchu said. Looking at Bai Muchuan, "White team, you can arrange the task..." At this point, he frowned again, "But this place is a bit big, we people like this, we have to find out all of them, I'm afraid it will take a little time, Do you need to request reinforcements?"

Bai Muchuan looked cold.

"No. Qi Canghai, you lead a team and start from the left."

"The rest, follow me on the right."

After listening to his instructions, everyone responded, and couldn't help but look to the right.

Over there-it's so gloomy, it doesn't look like a good place-

Qi Canghai asked: "Is it possible? The white team."

Bai Muchuan said, "No problem."

Qi Canghai nodded, "That's good. Call something."

"Well." Bai Muchuan raised his hand and patted. "Okay, everyone starts work!"

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Good evening, everybody.

Well, there is two more!