Chapter 145 The Madman’s Home

Author: Youdaoyan

Chapter 145 The Madman’s Home

Li Duojin could tell that the dead Mr. Zheng Yu was a man of taste. Although he could not identify exactly who made the modern artworks displayed in his home, and the production techniques were not uniform, but each one had a distinctive style.

He has a unique temperament, and even a person like him who doesn't study much about modern art can find it beautiful and excellent at a glance.

What convinced him that Mr. Zheng Yu tasted were the antiques scattered in the cabinets between the corridors. They were probably the clay pottery of dancing girls from the Han Dynasty, the silver bottle with a tiger head from the Zhenli period, the palace incense burner from the Ming and Yong Dynasties...

…Every antique is authentic and precious.

Of course, there was only one antique that Li Duojin didn't know how to do.

It was an incomplete set of words, and he had not seen similar poems in the books he had read since childhood, but the style of the words was vaguely familiar.

"Is Mr. Zheng also engaged in culture and art?" Li Duojin asked.

Chen Xiaolin glanced at him, nodded and said, "Yes, he used to be a well-known art editor, but later he changed his career and became a writer."

She noticed that Li Duojin’s incomplete words were specially framed, and explained to Li Duojin: “Brother Yu said before his death that when this set of words was complete, it was probably a calligraphy and painting, but it was torn apart.

It's broken. Looking at the rough and crazy torn marks, I don't know how much the person who tore it hated it. But Brother Yu said that the person who tore up the calligraphy and painting was the owner who painted it with his own hand."

"Master?" Li Duojin was startled. He glanced at the only surviving couplet above the words and said, "The north wind shines at sunset in the Tianshan cave. Looking for an orphan is like death. Why should I tear it up?"

"I was just as confused as you at first. It wasn't until Brother Yu told me that its owner was the crazy bachelor 'Ye Gong' that I wasn't surprised." Chen Xiaolin shook her head and sighed, "This person didn't leave many literary and artistic works.

Most of the books were burned completely because they were filled with unbearable dark taboos. Only a small part was preserved. During college, I accidentally read a small section that was not made public with the help of a well-connected university professor.

A small part of a banned article that was leaked.

The content was indeed unbearable, as it recorded all kinds of weird customs that were not consistent with common sense and his personal insights that transcended ordinary people’s moral values. As a young man at the time, I had nightmares for several days after reading it.”

After Li Duojin heard who the owner of the words was, he suddenly realized: "It turns out to be him."

As he spoke, Li Duojin moved closer to the incomplete words, trying to see the broken calligraphy and painting more clearly, and said: "No wonder the style of the poem looks so familiar."

While chatting, the two of them reached the top floor.

But this does not mean that you have arrived at the attic. If you want to go to the attic, you have to go to the study room on the top floor. There is also a staircase in the study room, which is the only way to the attic.

Under the leadership of Chen Xiaolin, Li Duojin came to the door of the attic, in front of a somewhat decayed metal door.

What made the two people's hair stand on end was that the metal iron door deformed outwards, and the convex part showed the outline of several human faces, as if there were countless extremely frightened beings inside the iron door, constantly living in the attic.

Struggling, something terrible might have happened in the attic, so that these people forgot the pain and desperately banged on the door to escape, but unfortunately they could not succeed.

Li Duojin: "Was it like this before?"

"Definitely not!" Chen Xiaolin immediately denied it, with shock reflected in her eyes as she asked uneasily, "Could this have been the scene of his crime?"

"If you didn't say this, I almost forgot." Li Duojin's brows jumped after hearing Chen Xiaolin's words, "Since Zheng Yu is the murderer of the amusement park murder case, haven't the law enforcement officers investigated his home?

It doesn’t look like it’s been searched here at all, it’s extremely clean.”

Chen Xiaolin was startled, and carefully recalled the journey, and found that it was indeed so strange, because even the door of the house was not cordoned off, and almost nothing in the house was missing. It was not like any law enforcement officers had come here to collect evidence.

Look.

Her heartbeat began to speed up, and Chen Xiaolin panicked slightly and said, "Is there something wrong with this?"

"Someone was cleaning up from behind and cleaned this place." Li Duojin guessed. He touched the handrail of the escalator and found it was spotless. This is not a phenomenon that can be seen if you don't clean it every day.

"Who would..." Chen Xiaolin wanted to ask who else could enter here now, but she suddenly remembered Zheng Yu's daughter's words that Zheng Yu's "late wife" had appeared in the attic.

Zheng Yu's late wife was Zheng Yu's virtuous wife. She had mysophobia and loved to take care of things. His wife took care of almost every detail of the family affairs. She kept everything in order by herself. Unfortunately, she suffered from the disease.

He died young due to an incurable disease.

If Zheng Yu's wife "did not die", or she died but survived in a way that is difficult for humans to understand, then it would be suspicious that the house that had been searched by law enforcement officers was suddenly cleaned.

Object?

"Is it not dangerous?" Chen Xiaolin saw Li Duojin trying to open the iron door. She immediately grabbed his arm and said seriously.

Li Duojin smiled and said: "If there was any danger, my eyelids would already be twitching, but unfortunately there is not."

Chen Xiaolin gritted her teeth and put down her hand, letting Li Duojin open the metal door of the attic.

As soon as the metal door opened, the dark environment inside the attic came into view. The light from outside the door shone down on the floor, which was spotless, but countless nail scratches were clearly visible.

Chen Xiaolin tried to turn on the light in the attic, but found no response, and she was sweating coldly on her head: "Hey, that's strange, why can't the light turn on?"

Just as she was wondering, Li Duojin had already turned on the light on his mobile phone and stepped into the attic area.

"Hey, you just went in like that?" Chen Xiaolin followed closely and followed Li Duojin's example, turning on the light on her mobile phone, and followed him to explore the vast attic.

Li Duojin's eyes followed the lighting. The attic was filled with sundries, antiques, artworks and discarded furniture, which were covered with covers. Scratches similar to those on the floor could be found on some discarded furniture.

, and there are traces of recent violent use. Combined with the signs of damage around the attic site that are difficult to clean and repair, it seems that there must have been a fierce fight here recently.

Li Duojin kept these findings in his heart silently, continued to explore, and finally stopped at a dining table with Chen Xiaolin.

The dining table was covered with a white cloth, and strange symbols were painted on the cloth with blood-colored paint. These symbols were like circuit boards, and finally led to a blank area. It seemed that there were once placed on it.

Something else.

"Huh? This symbol." Chen Xiaolin was also observing the symbol on the dining table, and then she let out a startled sound, grabbed the tablecloth, and then opened her phone and pulled out a close-up photo of Zheng Yu's face when he was shot. She suddenly discovered that Zheng Yu

The symbols carved on his forehead and what is written on this tablecloth are completely from the same system.

Although the symptoms have been relieved a lot, it still feels exhausting when thinking.
Chapter completed!