Chapter 1190 Silence

"I was very scared at the time and wanted to shout for help, but I didn't dare. I didn't know where the master had gone, and I was... worried about the sound under the bed. The noise was really scary. Mrs. Su looked like she was still in shock.

"But you finally checked under the bed, right?" Zhang Shiwei asked in a very soft voice.

Mrs. Su pursed her lips, and after a moment, she nodded, "Yes, I... I calmed down for a long time, and finally I couldn't help it, so I suddenly opened the quilt, ran out of bed, and immediately turned on the light."

"The moment the light came on, I saw that the person under the bed... under the bed was actually the master!"

"He curled up in the gap under the bed, his eyes wide open, his face covered with blood, his hands tightly covering his mouth, and his body was still shaking."

"Suddenly seeing this scene, I was scared and screamed, but I didn't expect that after hearing the scream, the master seemed to be crazy, and immediately crawled out from under the bed and rushed towards me. "

Mrs. Su became more and more excited as she spoke, "The master... he stretched out his hand, pinched my neck hard, and tried to cover my mouth. He looked terrible. No, I suspect that it was not him at all!"

"I struggled and screamed desperately. If the servants hadn't heard the sound and rushed over, I might have..." Mrs. Su suddenly choked up and sobbed softly.

"From what you said, Master Su's condition was more like being possessed by evil spirits. Zhang Shiwei said seriously.

"That's right." Mrs. Su nodded heavily, and even her breathing became rapid. "You didn't see what the master looked like at the time. His eyes were red and his strength was terrifying. He was a polite person. I never thought he would be like this."

"By the way, Madam, you mentioned that there was blood on Master Su's face. Where did the blood come from?" Jiang Cheng looked at Mrs. Su. He always felt that there was something wrong with the other party's description, and it seemed that he was avoiding the main point.

"Blood...blood is the master's own! The master bit his tongue. After the doctor came to check, he said that it was fortunate that the diagnosis and treatment were timely. If it was delayed for a while, even if he could be cured in the future, he might have trouble speaking." Mrs. Su couldn't help wiping away her tears.

"So can Master Su speak now?" Jiang Cheng continued to ask.

"He can barely speak, but he can't speak clearly. You need to listen carefully." Mrs. Su's voice revealed a trace of sadness. It can be seen that she and Master Su have a good relationship.

Just when everyone was about to continue to inquire about the news, suddenly, there was a "bang" sound above their heads, as if something fell to the ground, followed by a series of fighting sounds, and at the same time, there was a woman's scream.

Mrs. Su's face froze when she heard the sound, and she quickly stood up and ran in the direction of the sound. Seeing this, Jiang Cheng and others immediately followed.

A group of people ran up the stairs. Mrs. Su knocked open a door. The scene that came into their eyes made everyone frown. They saw a fat middle-aged man pressing on a woman, strangling her neck with one hand and covering her mouth with the other hand. The woman was struggling desperately.

There was a pool of brown liquid and a bowl broken into two halves beside the two people.

The bitter smell of Chinese medicine floated in the air.

The woman's face was blue and her voice was getting smaller and smaller. Seeing this, Ding Zhenzong and He Ping immediately rushed up and wanted to pull the man down, but the man was surprisingly strong and his hands were like iron clamps.

In the end, the fat man went up to help, and the three of them pressed the man to the ground and barely controlled him.

The room was not very large. There was a black wooden bed, a table next to the wall, and a few chairs. From the layout, it was a bedroom.

It was easy to guess that the crazy man was naturally the owner of the house, Master Su, and the woman who was thrown down was the maid in Su's house. She was attacked while feeding Master Su medicine.

At Mrs. Su's pleading, several people lifted Master Su to the bed.

There was a rope beside the bed, and everyone tied Master Su to the bed. Master Su's eyes were wide open, his face was full of fear, and his mouth opened and closed, making a very fast and small sound.

Jiang Cheng leaned in to listen carefully. Master Su's tongue was injured and his words were unclear. He listened for a long time before he heard that Master Su was saying "Silence, don't talk, I don't want to be found... They are coming, I heard them, they are coming, they are coming to find me!"

Over and over again, Master Su seemed to be possessed by a demon, his body was stiff, his eyes were red, and his eye sockets were black. It was obvious that he had not slept well for a long time.

Lin Qianqian communicated with him in a soft voice, but Master Su did not respond at all.

Jiang Cheng keenly discovered that as long as they spoke a little louder here, Master Su seemed to be strongly stimulated and began to struggle again. He seemed to be extremely sensitive to sound.

"Masters, please go out and wait for a while. My master is emotionally unstable again. I will stay here alone to accompany him." Madam Su said in a very low voice.

Seeing the ghost appearance of Master Su, they knew that they could not get any useful information, so they left.

When leaving, Li Bai even closed the door considerately. Yao Shunyu rolled up his school uniform sleeves, leaned against the wall, glanced at the door, and sneered in a low voice, "Did Master Su do something wrong? Otherwise, why would he be so scared?"

"Be careful, there are ears on the wall." Ding Zhenzong frowned and reminded in a low voice.

Yao Shunyu shrugged and didn't care.

Luo Tianhe seemed to have discovered something. He turned around and walked towards the end of the corridor alone. There were room doors nearby, but he didn't stop at all. He walked to the end of the corridor, where there was a dark wooden door.

Strangely, the wooden door was only half-closed, and a strange smell emanated from the crack of the door.

"It's the scent of ink." He Ping was closer to the door and was the first to speak.

"Not only the scent of ink, but also the scent of sandalwood." Zhang Shiwei sniffed and added clearly.

Luo Tianhe reached out and gently pushed open the door. This move was not very safe for a newcomer, but the strange thing was that with this man standing in front of them, everyone felt at ease.

This was a dark room with no windows. There was a faint smell of mold floating in the air. The light above the head flickered a few times and finally lit up, and the view in front of him suddenly became clear.

This was a study room, decorated in an antique style. There were paintings hanging on the wall, and paintings of different sizes were spread on the table. There were also rolled-up scrolls tied together with thin ropes.

They were all ink paintings, and every painting was a horse.

Some paintings show several horses galloping in the northern desert, raising countless flying sands, while others show lush grasslands with a horse standing by the water and grass, lowering its head leisurely.

The movements of the horses are different, both moving and still. Even an amateur like Fatty can't help but sigh at the painter's profound skills and lofty ideas.