Chapter 301 Good Man

Behind a jade screen, there are many musical instruments, including erhu, jinghu, gong, flute, and a drum standing in the corner.

The strange things that Shi Liaozhi said should refer to these.

"These things were not there when I came last time." Shi Liaozhi seemed very nervous to stay here, but he was unwilling to leave like this, after all, he was the next person to be targeted by the ghost.

If he couldn't find any useful clues, then tonight might be his last night.

"It seems that they are all instruments needed for singing opera." An Xuan was very cautious. He just looked but didn't touch anything. He walked to the drum and looked up and down.

"Look at the position of this drum." He seemed to have discovered something, and his voice was a little different from before. "Is it similar to the strange circle in the painting?"

A round thing appeared on the top of the attic in the painting. It was not very big, and the size was consistent with this drum.

Just as Jiang Cheng walked forward and was about to take a good look at the drum, Shi Liaozhi turned around and accidentally knocked down a standing instrument with his arm.

The instrument fell down, and then the top hit the drum, making a "dong" sound.

Because the landing point was very far from the drum, the sound was not loud, but strangely, when the sound appeared, the three people shuddered almost at the same time.

"What are you doing?!" An Xuan asked in a low voice.

"Yes, I'm sorry." The teacher Liao Zhi who made the noise was obviously more scared than the other two. His face was tangled, and he looked really scared.

He immediately looked around, and only gradually calmed down after not finding anything unusual, and his fingers were still shaking.

Jiang Cheng was more cautious than them. He looked carefully for a long time, especially the ceiling, behind the screen, and near the bed, these easy hiding places.

He retracted his sight until he found nothing, and continued to look at the drum.

"The drum sounded at three o'clock, the boat was sailing on the moon, and half a white bag could relieve my sorrow."

The first sentence in this codeword pointed out this drum, and then something similar to this drum appeared in the painting, so is there any explanation here?

Moreover, Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes. There were so many musical instruments here. Why did he only hear the sound of drums every night when the opera was performed, but no other instruments?

Is it really just a coincidence?

This drum seemed to be very old. The red paint around the drum body had fallen off a lot, and it was mottled. There were traces of time everywhere. There was a very obvious stain on the drum surface.

The stain was not big, about the size of a few fingernails, but the shape was a bit strange. He couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

Staring at this drum and putting the whole incident together, he slowly had a bold idea.

Just when he was about to reach out and touch this drum, he suddenly had a strange feeling.

He stopped and looked around, and suddenly found that An Xuan was gone.

"Where is Mr. An?" Jiang Cheng immediately asked Master Liao Zhi.

At this moment, Master Liao Zhi was studying a musical instrument under his feet. He immediately raised his head and said, "Mr. An has come downstairs. He seems to want to see the costume."

Jiang Cheng's heart trembled. He first checked the surroundings again. There was nothing unusual, but his premonition told him that there was something strange here that he had not discovered.

He walked to the place where An Xuan had just stood, and looked around again from his perspective. His sight moved slowly until he caught a glimpse of the bronze mirror on the dressing table in his peripheral vision.

Through the reflection of the bronze mirror, the position of the bed could be seen.

At this moment, a black shadow appeared behind the curtain that was originally empty. The shadow slowly crawled forward, and a bloodless hand slowly stretched out from the gap in the curtain.

But in reality, the curtain still covered the bed and did not move at all.

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath, then looked at Shi Liaozhi and said in a very calm voice: "An Xuan might have been in trouble."

"Ah?" Shi Liaozhi shuddered and looked up and asked hurriedly: "How do you know?"

"Did you hear any sound downstairs for so long?"

Shi Liaozhi thought about it and his face turned pale. Indeed, it was too quiet downstairs.

"I'll go downstairs to take a look, you hide here." Jiang Cheng lowered his voice and said: "Even if An Xuan is really in trouble, I have a way to get out. You, on the other hand, should be more careful."

Then, Jiang Cheng stared at Shi Liaozhi with a very sincere look and said: "After all, the ghost is targeting you."

Shi Liaozhi also wanted to go downstairs with Jiang Cheng, but he didn't dare, because Jiang Cheng was right. If something really happened downstairs, he would be in trouble if he went down.

"Okay, then I'll leave Mr. Hao to you." Shi Liaozhi was so scared that his face turned pale, and he trembled and said, "You are such a good person."

"You're welcome."

"By the way." Shi Liaozhi pulled Jiang Cheng's sleeve and trembled and said, "Brother Hao, please pay more attention to An Xuan and Zuo Jing. There seems to be something going on between them. This time, it might be caused by them."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng paused for a moment, and reluctantly took it back, "What's going on between them?"

"This"

"Hurry up." Jiang Cheng glanced at the bronze mirror inadvertently and found that the ghost's head had already stretched out halfway, and the ghost's face was drooping and slowly rising.

"I just feel it." Shi Liaozhi didn't know why he said this to Hao Shuai. Maybe it was just because of his kindness. He didn't want such a person to be plotted against.

He had been in the army and was very sensitive to gestures as a way of transmitting information, as well as the frequency of blinks. He once tried to use Morse code to decipher the contact information between Zuo Jing and An Xuan, but failed.

"Okay, I understand." Jiang Cheng shook off his teacher Liao Zhi's hand, looking dissatisfied that you had delayed me for so long just because of a feeling.

After watching Jiang Cheng go away, his teacher Liao Zhi huddled behind the screen, raised his ears, and listened quietly to what was going on downstairs.

An Xuan and Zuo Jing are both unreliable.

He thought to himself that maybe this Hao Shuai would be a good partner. Although he didn't look normal, he was still very honest in his actions.

At least I didn't abandon myself.

After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and subconsciously scratched his neck. Then, he frowned as if in hindsight, wondering why his neck was so itchy.

The next second, he seemed to think of something. He had experienced a numbing feeling in his neck last night. It was on the boat, carrying a bag behind his back.

His throat rolled violently. He turned his stiff neck and looked back little by little.

At the last second before leaving Master Huang's room, Jiang Cheng glanced at the mirror with his peripheral vision. A swollen humanoid object, almost as thick as three people, emerged from the curtains.

Lying on the ground with his upper body, he quickly crawled behind the screen where his teacher, Liao Zhi, was hiding.