Chapter 270 Lies

Qin Jian squinted his eyes and nodded calmly, ""Jiao Hong Ji" is a drama," he continued: "The things it tells are also very cliché. It is an ancient story of a man and woman who couldn't love each other. "

"But what I want to say is the ending of this story," his tone suddenly changed. "The heroine died with hatred, but the hero is willing to guard her grave and never marry."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng blinked and said very cautiously: "In other words, in this story, the female protagonist is dead, but the male protagonist is not. Is that true? Mr. Huang," Jiang Cheng showed a self-awareness. A faux pas, with an extremely frightened expression, "Mr. Qin?"

Qin Jian took a deep breath and looked at Jiang Cheng with a smile, "That's it."

"Could this clue be a hint?" Seeing that nothing happened, teacher Liao Zhi gradually became more courageous, and his expression was no longer as fearful as it was at the beginning.

"This song is hinting to us that Master Huang is actually a living person, and he became like this because of a woman."

"This woman was probably his lover. After the woman died, Master Huang missed her too much, and that's why he became delirious and became like this." He said in one breath.

Combined with the current situation, his speculation sounds quite reasonable.

From the current point of view, this Young Master Huang should be the key figure to break the situation, and the most urgent thing they need to do is to dig out the story behind Young Master Huang.

If nothing else, this story is the problem that caused Mr. Huang to go crazy.

And all of this is consistent with the identity of the copy they are in.

They are doctors, and a doctor's job is to treat illnesses.

Heart disease is naturally a disease.

Not long after entering this book, they got very limited clues, and there was no need to discuss it further. After eating, the three groups dispersed in batches, each going back to their homes.

Although no one mentioned it, everyone had a hunch that this weird Mr. Huang would appear again tonight.

So everyone is going to take advantage of the sunshine and seize the time to rest.

As soon as the door closed, Xia Meng caught Jiang Cheng and pulled him to the bed.

"Be gentle," Jiang Cheng shyly twisted his body, his cheeks rosy and said, "I'm not ready yet!"

Xia Meng was already used to Jiang Cheng's brain circuit and said straight to the point, "Did you see something?"

Jiang Cheng blinked his big innocent eyes.

Xia Meng sneered, "Be smart, I don't believe you didn't see something and you dared to run out of Master Huang's room directly?"

"Although Master Huang's behavior is a little weird, I don't believe you dare to take such a big risk?" Xia Meng said angrily: "Aren't you afraid of angering Master Huang and being killed directly?"

"Yes, yes," the fat man had no intention of helping, and asked with eyes wide open: "And doctor, you don't know what kind of posture Young Master Huang was in before, how could you tell that the Young Master Huang you faced upstairs was in danger? ?”

"Just a weird gesture?" The fat man said, "I don't believe it.

Jiang Cheng turned his head and looked in the direction of the window. The window was open, facing a blue lake. As the breeze blew by, little ripples appeared on the lake.

"You saw Mr. Huang sitting up?" Jiang Cheng looked at Xia Meng and asked suddenly.

Xia Meng's expression paused, and after a moment, she nodded, "Any questions?"

"That wooden bed behind the red curtain?"

"Yes," Xia Meng's expression became more and more exciting. After a moment, she seemed to suddenly realize something, and the fingers that were originally tugging on Jiang Cheng's sleeve trembled slightly.

"I didn't see Master Huang at all," Jiang Cheng exhaled. "When I went up, the wooden bed was empty and there was no one in the room."

It was as if a cold air rushed up from the soles of the shoes, instantly breaking through the fat man's defense. This belated fear made his face pale as if he had been drained of blood.

"So" he stared at the doctor, his teeth chattering.

He finally figured out why the always cautious doctor ran down immediately regardless of the danger. He never expected that such a scene would be in the room.

Master Huang is missing.

No, he didn't disappear, he just disappeared. To be more precise, he should have hidden in the room, a place where they couldn't see him.

Like the ceiling, or lying behind a screen.

"I think if it was just an empty room, you wouldn't be able to stay for a few minutes, or even longer." Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand and pulled back his sleeve, which was still in Xia Meng's hand, "That doesn't make sense. ” he continued.

"So that Young Master Huang has left the bed," Xia Meng struggled to break free from the shock. She gritted her teeth and stared into Jiang Cheng's eyes, "But he is hiding, hiding in the dark, waiting to attack us."

"So Qin Jian, the doctor who went up after you went up?" The fat man's throat rolled, and he looked at Jiang Cheng and said, "He, he..."

"He stayed for enough time." Xia Meng said, something flashed in her eyes, "And what's even more coincidental is that after he came down, Master Huang suddenly became tired and no one else was seen."

"Are you sure?"

The person who spoke was Master Liao Zhi. His expression was rather strange now, as if he wanted to urgently confirm some fact.

"I'm sure." Chen Qiang, who was sitting upright on the chair beside him, nodded.

Zuo Jing, who looked elegant in appearance, tilted her head. Under the light, her body was curved and her thin lips were slightly opened, but the words she spoke were as cold as if there was no warmth: "Children," she said casually: "This place is no better than outside, every day. Everyone is responsible for what they say.”

"If you are deliberately making up lies to attract our attention and create the illusion that you are valuable, so as to gain our protection," she chuckled, "I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible."

"Because once it is revealed, you will die in an ugly way," she stared into Chen Qiang's eyes, "it will be extremely ugly."

"I'm sure." Chen Qiang took a breath and nodded again, "There is something wrong with what Qin Jian said. The person who wrote "Jiaohong Ji" was called Meng Chengshun, and he was from the Ming Dynasty."

He raised his head, with a calmness in his eyes that was rare among newcomers, "But this is the Song Dynasty. How could that Mr. Huang understand and sing a play that would only appear hundreds of years later?"

"It's us who traveled through time," Chen Qiang said, "It's not him."

"So that Qin Jian is lying?" Master Liao Zhi swallowed, "Judging from his knowledge of "Jiaohong Ji", he was not killed and replaced by the ghost, because the ghost cannot know this, his true purpose It interferes with other people’s vision.”

"He is looking for a scapegoat for himself!" Zuo Jing said suddenly.