False evidence

Chapter 89 Special Call
No, we must not let him succeed!
I realized I had stepped into a trap and wanted to get out immediately.

But when I regained consciousness, Yan Fengwei and his wife had already scattered half a room full of millet.

I wanted to cry but couldn't.

If I say I want to leave at this point, even a Bodhisattva would turn against me.

The key point is that I've already noticed something strange about it.

"So what if they turn on me? At worst, they'll slap me a couple of times, and I won't fight back!" Compared to saving face, I choose to protect myself.

I was just about to give a few perfunctory words and suggest that Mr. and Mrs. Yan Fengwei find someone else better when I suddenly heard two soft laughs.

"Ha ha……"

"Who?" I subconsciously looked at Yan Fengwei and Meng Zhen, who were still frantically scattering millet.

"Are you scared and want to leave?" The voice came again, full of sarcasm.

I suddenly realized that the voice seemed to be coming from my head.

Once I realized this, I knew exactly who was speaking.

I glanced down at my right wrist, and my mind raced instantly.

Tong Xiangnan was right; he arrived really quickly.

But I never expected that he would choose this time to appear in broad daylight.

He really knows how to exploit loopholes.

At this critical juncture, even if I were prepared, I couldn't respond in the way I expected in front of two outsiders.

Tong Xiangnan said that he had not yet figured out how to cure me, and only taught me temporary emergency methods.

That is to do the opposite—to artificially and forcibly split off another personality.

He taught me the methods, but methods are static, while people are dynamic!

Thinking back to a detail from before, I suddenly slapped my forehead: "How could you be so stupid!"

"What's wrong?" Yan Fengwei and his wife looked up at the same time.

I quickly shook my head: "It's nothing, I'll just take this call."

I took out my phone, tapped a group of phone numbers one by one, then deleted them one by one, and put the phone to my ear.

I chanted in my mind like a mantra: "You must have seen it, you can see it, you're so smart, you know what I'm trying to do..."

The voice in my mind stopped ringing. About a minute later, Yan Fengwei and Meng Zhen walked up to me one after the other.

"It's all spilled, now see if it's okay."

As Yan Fengwei spoke, a voice suddenly rang out from the phone that hadn't been dialed: "Hello."

"Hello." I moved my phone slightly away and glanced at the silver chain that had shifted and tightened around my forearm because of the movement. I couldn't help but smile.

The other person was silent for a moment, then asked, "Who are you?"

I laughed and said, "I know you're Lü Xin, and I'm Sanqi. We've talked before. By the way, you should know what a telephone is, right? This little box that lights up is..."

"Is this also a telephone?" Lu Xin asked in surprise.

"Yes, now you know how to use it, don't you?" I laughed even more heartily. I assured him that he knew how to use the phone 'correctly' because he had just seen my demonstration.

I covered the microphone and gave Yan Fengwei a look: "Sorry, the person I'm talking to has been in jail for decades and this is the first time he's ever heard of a cell phone."

Yan Fengwei and Meng Zhen exchanged a glance, their expressions both somewhat stern.

The two men took a few steps to the side at the same time, and I heard Yan Fengwei mutter to himself, "Several decades in prison is practically the same as life imprisonment. What kind of crime must they have committed?"

I shouted at his retreating back, "He's a murderer, his death sentence with a two-year reprieve should be commuted to life imprisonment."

Yan Fengwei turned his face and grinned exaggeratedly.

Lu Xin's voice came through the phone again: "Are you talking to someone next to you?"

I was secretly pleased; you finally fell for it.

I mumbled, "Yeah, at a friend's house. His house... seems a bit eerie."

Lu Xin said, "Strange? How so?" I took a few steps forward, looked down at the yellow millet on the ground, and said into the microphone, "I have already scattered yellow millet in the hallway, and now I see a line of footprints."

"If yellow rice is used to measure the door and footprints appear, then there must be evil spirits in this house." Lu Xin was clearly intrigued and asked, "What color are the footprints? Are they complete?"

I stared at the footprints in front of me: "Complete. Red. Barefoot."

Lu Xin took a breath: "The newly deceased always walk on tiptoe. If the footprints are complete, the ghost is at least a hundred years old. If the footprints appear red on the yellow rice, it means the person died a violent death."

I nodded and slowly walked forward following the direction of the footprints.

Lu Xin then asked on the phone, "What time is it now?"

"It's morning, but it's raining heavily outside." I suddenly remembered that Old Master Bai once said that no matter how fierce an evil spirit is, it's unlikely to come out and cause trouble during the day.

Just as I had suspected, Lü Xin was indeed knowledgeable in esoteric arts.

He clearly understood what I meant and said, "No matter how heavy the rain, evil spirits will still avoid the light of day. Unless the house has no windows or the windows are sealed, evil spirits will definitely not be in the house."

"Not inside the house? Then why are there footprints on the ground?" As I spoke, I had already walked to the door of another house.

Once you step through the door, the area is no longer covered in yellow millet, and the footprints naturally stop.

A soft chuckle came from the other end of the phone: "Haven't you heard of a darkroom?"

My heart skipped a beat, and when I looked up and saw what was happening in the room, I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

This is basically a kitchen.

Dark rooms weren't even a thing in this era; at most, there were dugouts in the countryside. But who would dig a basement in their own kitchen?

wrong!

It seems like just recently I saw someone digging a cellar in their kitchen!
I turned my head and saw that Yan Fengwei and his wife had followed me, both looking at me with trepidation.

Meng Zhen was simply terrified, but Yan Fengwei's eyes held a strange glint.

I noticed his gaze and glanced into the kitchen twice, immediately noticing something that seemed out of place.

I went into the kitchen, walked to the small bar counter in the middle, turned around, pointed to the cabinet door next to it, and asked Yan Fengwei, "Is something hidden in here?"

The couple both looked surprised: "You could tell that?"

At this moment, Lü Xin said something else.

I didn't hear you clearly. "Hey, what did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."

Yan Fengwei followed up and said, "This neighborhood is great in every way, except for the poor signal. Especially near the kitchen, there's absolutely no signal. I usually leave my phone outside."

I said "Oh" and put my phone away.

At that moment, I was completely unaware that, under the bald man's guidance, I had made a logical error.

This one mistake almost cost me my life...

Yan Fengwei glanced back at the living room twice, then turned to me and whispered, "What did you just say about red footprints? I can't see them."

"I didn't see it either." Meng Zhen was so scared she was almost crying.

Having temporarily escaped someone's threat, I felt much relieved and said to the two of them with a smile, "If you could see this, why would you have come to me?"

I've now confirmed that the reason I can see things I couldn't see before is because of Lü Xin.

Having come this far, I had no reason to back down. I pointed to the cabinet next to the bar and said, "This thing in the kitchen, even if it's a sideboard, is way too big. And it's blocked by the bar, so the door can't be opened. Isn't there something fishy going on?"

"Even if there were a thief, he wouldn't come into the kitchen."

Yan Fengwei mumbled something indistinctly and walked over.

I thought he was going to move the bar counter, so I took two steps to the side. But then I saw him walk to the cabinet that was about the same size as the double-door refrigerator, stand on tiptoe and fidget on top of it, then squat down and pry it open at the bottom.

Then, with a push of the other hand, the seemingly double cabinet doors were actually pushed to one side.

Yan Fengwei stood up, glanced at me, and then pressed down on the edge of the bar counter. With just a gentle push, the countertop spun to the side, centered on the metal axis at the other end, completely revealing the open cabinet.

I was dumbfounded. He chuckled at me and said, "This is a method I saw in an old book. Even if a thief sneaks into the kitchen and discovers the secret, he would never think that the door is opened like this."

(End of this chapter)