MTL - Monument of Life and Death-Chapter 967 some correct openings

  Chapter 967 Some correct opening methods

  The enthusiastic Auntie Li finally believed their nonsense, but she insisted that they have breakfast before leaving.

   "Breakfast?" Baomu glanced at his watch, "But Auntie, it's only four o'clock in the morning."

   "And we just finished eating Mala Tang..." The fool said hesitantly.

   As soon as she heard the three words "malatang", Auntie Li's eyes instantly became sharp, and the others were shocked.

   "How can you treat something so nutritious as breakfast?!"

  Breakfast...Dinner?

   "We still eat quite nutritious," said the fool, "what we want is the clear soup base, and we cook fresh vegetables and chicken breasts..."

   Seeing that his mother's eyes were getting worse and worse, Xiao Li hurriedly interrupted the fool's words and laughed dryly, "Mom, we won't do it next time."

   "Auntie, forget it today," said the Taoist priest, "Today we are really in a hurry, let's come over to interrupt another day, okay?"

   Auntie Li looked at the person who didn't seem to be much younger than her, but called her "Auntie". After thinking for a while, she nodded reluctantly, "I must come."

   "I must come, I must come..."

   Finally, ten minutes later, a few people boarded the elevator under the watchful eyes of the mother and son.

   "Huh-" The moment the elevator door closed, Baomu exhaled a long breath, "I didn't expect Auntie Li to be so enthusiastic."

   "What a pity..." Qin Yin suddenly shook his head and sighed.

   Everyone turned their heads, "What a pity?"

   "It's a pity my Mala Tang," Qin Yin pouted, "I haven't finished it yet."

   "...you ordered 50 yuan of Mala Tang, even if you open it up, you won't be able to finish it..."

   Qin Yin and the fool quarreled again, and the others looked at them with a smile.

  Xiaolan was smiling, his eyes followed the fool's hand and fell on the suitcase under his hand, and the sorrow came up again.

   "If that painting is not here...our guess is completely wrong," Xiaolan raised her head and said to the Taoist priest, "then our clue will be cut off again...unless we can find that Aunt Ping."

When the fool heard this, he stopped ignoring Qin Yin and said, "Aunt Ping should not be in Qiaowu now. Over the years, I have inquired many times in Qiaowu town, but no one has heard of Aunt Ping. those people."

   "Maybe..." The Taoist priest seemed to be in a daze, but also seemed to be thinking, "The painting is in the fool's box."

  The fool looked down, "But we didn't find anything."

   "Maybe I didn't look carefully enough just now," Baomu said, "After all, there are outsiders."

   "I turned it over very carefully," Qin Yin, the contractor on the right half of the box, hurried out to clear herself, "Even if there is a problem, it's the other half."

   "I also read carefully," said the fool.

With a    ding, the first floor arrived, and everyone got out of the elevator and came to the lobby on the first floor.

  The hall is gorgeously decorated and resplendent, no less than the former bridge building.

   "Where are we crossing?" Qin Yin looked around casually.

   "Not here," the Taoist priest shook his head and pointed upwards. "Auntie Li will definitely look down from the upstairs window. If we disappear here, it will cause suspicion."

  So, everyone walked around in the green belt of the community for several times to confirm that they had escaped from Auntie Li's surveillance, found a blind spot for surveillance, drew circles, and returned to the hotel.

   Baomu quietly opened the door of the room, the light in Li Muyuan's room was still on, Baomu turned around and nodded to everyone.

   "Should not have slept."

   "Baomu, then go and call Jiutian," the Taoist priest crouched down and opened the suitcase, "if he hadn't slept."

  Baomu went out, and the others gathered around the suitcase, starting a new round of search.

   "It's obviously these things..." Qin Yin threw his arms around and threw the fool's clothes around, "otherwise we'll pour out the contents and let Baomu smell a little."

  Baomu: Thank you so much, Sister Qin.

"Then pour it out." The fool lifted the suitcase as if he was holding a plate, then tilted his body and dumped the contents of the plate onto the bed, "Look again this time, look carefully. "

   A group of people began to lie on the pile of clothes, checking inch by inch.

  I don't know how long.

"Eh-"

   The drowsy crowd immediately recovered and looked at each other nervously.

   "What's the matter...I found something...I saw something..."

   But that sound was not theirs.

"This…"

   Everyone turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound.

   is a questioning spirit.

  Wang Ling pointed to the empty suitcase on the ground and looked at them excitedly.

   "Wu Ling? Did you find out?" Qin Yin suddenly got close to Wen Ling, "This box? Is the problem with this box?"

  Wang Ling's finger pointed to one of the pockets on the side wall of the suitcase. The zipper of the pocket was opened, and the contents were poured out by them long ago.

   "I see!" Xiaolan grabbed the pocket suddenly, "In the mezzanine!"

  The Taoist master understood it, took out a small knife from nowhere, and slashed it neatly against the fabric on the inner wall of the box.

  Brush-

   The black fabric burst open, revealing the gray suitcase shell.

   Dao Chang twisted the blade, along the outline of the suitcase, a little bit, slicing the entire piece of fabric.

   A strange thing suddenly appeared on the gray plastic casing.

   "This!" Wen Ling's voice was full of excitement.

  The people were too nervous to speak, they just stared at the foreign object.

   Brush - brush -

   The entire piece of fabric was removed.

   The whole picture of that thing was completely presented to them.

   It was a kraft paper bag, somewhat like the kind used to seal file bags. The surface of the paper bag was wrapped with tape several times, and the tape fixed the paper bag on the inner wall of the suitcase.

   The paper bag still looks like new due to years of dust sealing.

   Dao Long cut the circles of tape with two strokes.

   Xiaolan held the paper bag, thought about it, and gave it to the fool.

  The fool was stunned.

   "Brother Fool, come and open it," Xiaolan said, "This is what Aunt Ping wants to leave to you."

  The fool pursed his lips, took the bag, and reached out to touch the seal of the bag.

   The seal is not sealed, but folded.

  The fool gently opened the corner, reached into the bag, and fumbled for a while, then withdrew his hand expressionlessly.

  Swish…Swish…

   The sound of paper rubbing rang out clearly.

  Swish…

   The contents of the paper bag showed a corner.

   Everyone felt as if their hearts had stopped beating.

   That is a painting.

  The fool held his breath and took out the whole painting.

   is no longer a picture pinned to a frame or scroll, but a solitary drawing paper.

   is still the blank painting.

   "Found..." The fool took a deep breath.

   Xiaolan nodded vigorously.

   "That's great," Qin Yin cheered, "Sure enough, we have to ask spirits..."

"and many more!"

The words   daochang came very suddenly.

   Everyone else was stunned.

   Daochang stretched out his hand and pointed to the back of the painting, "The other side is not blank."

   (end of this chapter)