Chapter 511 Thirteen Minutes

There is wind in the painting, and there are billows of green smoke.

Every time the man crawls forward, he immediately bends down and kowtows, hitting his forehead on the hard floor tiles.

Tears slide down his pale face, and his half-long hair is stuck together by blood and tears, letting the wind blow.

The dark blue suit is stained with dust as it bends and stretches, and it has long lost its original elegance.

Just like the man, his face is full of servility, like a wolf dog, eager for rescue.

The back wrapped in the robe is unwilling to show up, and it doesn't move.

It is really like a god, standing straight, accepting the humble kneeling of the man in front of him.

In this noiseless video, there is no voice, no communication, only endless wind sound, and the muffled sound of the head hitting the floor tiles.

"What is he kneeling for..."

The emotions in the picture cannot be transmitted to the three people outside the picture.

Behaviors and things that are more humble, less dignified, and less human than the man have been seen too many times in Tianhai Hotel.

This is the first video, only three minutes long.

The content is very simple, with two characters and one core.

The man kneeling and kowtowing, and the indifferent back figure, the relationship between them should be that of asking for help and being asked for help.

Huang Banxian's question is the core of the content: what is the man asking for help?

Clyde narrowed his eyes, his brain processing the limited information at a rapid speed, and analyzed after a moment:

"This is a temple or a Taoist temple.

The thick smoke in the picture is not fog, but thicker, something should be burning.

The back figure in a black robe only shows half of the body, and I can't see too many details.

But she seems to be a woman..."

"Woman?"

"Yes.

At 1 minute and 59 seconds in the video, a frame flashed by her left ear.

There are two needle-sized holes on her earlobe."

Clyde's observation ability is comparable to the third personality in some ways.

"I think everyone present has guessed what the identity of the woman with pierced ears is.

But the real core of the video is obviously the man in the suit.

Who is he? Why are you here? What is he begging on his knees?"

Huang Banxian only recognizes the core. The shooting at this angle is definitely not for the woman with pierced ears. The protagonist is the man in the suit.

Ji Li, who has always been silent, lit up the second cigarette and took out a wrinkled photo from his arms calmly.

After Huang Banxian took it, a light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he immediately looked up at the video, as if comparing it.

"This is..."

Ji Li gently opened his lips and let out a puff of smoke, staring at the computer screen, and whispered:

"The family photo that Heian'an gave me.

The man kneeling on the ground begging is the man in the photo.

Heian'an's husband, Ren Jiayun's biological father, the dead man buried in the Tianming Mountain Cemetery...

Ren Yunfeng!"

As the identity of the man in the suit was revealed, the true content of this video can be roughly deduced.

The man in the suit is Ren Yunfeng. He came here for his son Ren Jiayun, and the person he asked for help could only be the Circle Organization.

The woman with pierced ears, hiding under a black robe, pretends to be a god.

What is important is that Ren Yunfeng came to her to ask for an explanation, or is there another truth?

The answer is in the second video.

…

A dim red light, at the end of a straight and narrow passage, a figure sitting on the steps with his head down.

The camera is slowly moving, and the light source shines on the forehead of the person, on which there is still a scar that has not healed.

"Swish"

"Swish"

The harsh friction sound echoed in the corridor, and it was also the only sound in the second video.

Ren Yunfeng changed into casual clothes, sat alone on the steps, and buried his head in carving something.

A carving knife fell to the ground, making a strange sound that made his nerves tremble.

He slowly lifted up the carving in his hand and showed its true face.

It was a wooden head.

But it had two very different faces.

The left one was a woman with long eyebrows, thin eyes, thin lips, cold face, and mean and unfeeling appearance.

On the right is a child, with a broad forehead and round eyes, dimples and a faint smile, and a naive and loving look.

A boy and a girl, one on the right and the other on the left, one cold and the other smiling, all kinds of contradictions but with some similarities, coexisting as one, just like a mother and son whose blood is thicker than water.

The strange head was raised to the highest point, and then smashed to the ground.

"Bang!"

Wood chips flew, the head fell to the ground, and rolled farther and farther.

Ren Yunfeng stood up in the shadows, revealing his full face. At this moment, he was hideous and emaciated like a ghost.

A particularly eye-catching one was carved on his right face: a clockwise circle.

...

"Obscure and treacherous, neither human nor ghost..."

After watching the second video, Huang Banxian could only come up with these eight words.

He shook his head in confusion and looked at Clyde.

But Clyde also shook his head slightly in silence.

In his opinion, the second video was too obscure and there were no obvious clues.

But this video, which is only two minutes long, will imply a huge amount of information.

If you don't have a lot of clues, you can't analyze it at all.

After reaching a consensus, the two could only look at Ji Li with questioning eyes.

For the ninth branch, their mission is to help Hei Qingshan find his daughter.

But as of now, all clues seem to point to the mission of the seventh branch.

Ji Li ignored the gazes of the two, his face was as cold as usual, he exhaled a puff of smoke, and said faintly:

"Continue."

In silence, the third video was played at 5 minutes and 2 seconds.

...

A corner of the dark brown windbreaker fluttered as the person moved quickly.

Ren Yunfeng's face was already thin and pale at this time, and the edges of his sunken eye sockets were dark blue and purple.

The time span of the three videos was unclear, but it should not be long. Why did he become like a ghost?

"Please." A processed voice appeared.

At the same time, this was the only human voice that appeared so far.

But this word did not have any actual meaning.

Ren Yunfeng, following the guidance of the man, walked through a garden and went deeper into the garden.

This seemed to be a private garden. From the decoration in the background, we can see how rich its owner's financial resources are.

However, as we walked along the corridor, the light on both sides became dimmer and dimmer, as if we were walking from morning to dusk in an instant.

I don't know how long I walked, which made the video, which was not long, last for three minutes.

Finally, Ren Yunfeng stopped at the door of a house. The view was so close that he couldn't see the whole house.

"Squeak..."

The door was pushed open, Ren Yunfeng stepped in, and the sound of the door being closed immediately came from the background.

He didn't mind, his pace became faster and faster, and he was almost running, showing his excitement.

This room was a ancestral hall.

The space was large, but only two candles emitted a faint light.

The dark spirit tablets were placed in the room in layers and batches like a mountain, almost occupying most of the space.

Ren Yunfeng had come close, stretched out his skinny hand, bulged his protruding blood vessels, and brushed across the spirit tablets.

"Tong Ming, Lian Ning, Guan Ping, Ouyang Xiaoxu, Tian Tian, ​​Wang Leqing..."

Each spirit tablet was engraved with a name, and behind each tablet, there was a huge blue and white porcelain jar!

It looked like the spirit tablets and ashes were placed here for people to worship.

But the fact was completely the opposite.

Those who knew the truth of the matter knew that these countless names represented countless children.

The blue and white porcelain jars were not their ashes, but the vessels for them to become ghost embryos.

Ren Yunfeng seemed to be looking for something in the mountain of memorial tablets.

He looked carefully from left to right, from front to back, one by one, without missing any.

Until he finished checking the last one, a total of 102 memorial tablets.

Finally, he stood there blankly, his body began to tremble.

His vision slowly moved back, leaving only the man's back shaking, and then he knelt down weakly.

The sympathetic and uncomfortable cries gradually came, becoming clearer and clearer.

And among these 102 memorial tablets, there was no Ren Jiayun.

The third video, end.