Chapter 364: Three paintings that reveal the truth

After listening to Ye Ziyu's words, Fang Ming's face showed the color of thought, Chongyang gave him a weird feeling, but now it seems that it is not so simple.
The reminder of the scarred old man looks like the honest and loyal Wang Guodong, and this sudden appearance, but the relationship with Wang Guodong is unusual.
Victims, children, castles...
What kind of connection is there?
"Brother Fang Ming, I have a guess." Ye Ziyu saw Fang Ming thinking, and on the side said his inference.
"From Uncle Wang's words, the victims are the fuse of everything, but the victims are already dead, we have no way to verify, but we can investigate from another direction, that is, the widow who adopted the children of the victims ."
"The widow is a villager on this island. Although the widow is missing, the widow must have relatives. We can start with the widow's descendants."
Fang Ming's eyes lit up and had to say that Ye Ziyu's idea was very good. The current breakthrough can be investigated from the widow.
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In the village, in front of the Wangjia new house, Fang Ming and his party were here. In addition to them, there were Wang Guodong and his son and the head of Xianyun Road.
"The poor Dao came immediately after receiving your letter from Village Chief Wang. According to the information you gave me, I had already thought about it on the road. The secret killer should be the child who left the island."
The expression of Xianyun Dao became serious, and then he sighed slightly. "It's a report, a report. This is also a sin created in your village. I shouldn't have intervened in this kind of thing."
"Master Dao, the elders of our village have made mistakes, but this is already a thing of the past. The elders have been living in guilt all these years. Now that they have all passed away, they can't still be involved in future generations. "
Wang Guodong quickly opened his mouth, and Xian Yundao said with a hesitant look on his face, "It's because of this, so I came here, not to mention, this time I will first find out the kid from that year, but it is necessary for non-grievance. Your client went off on his own."
"Thanks, thank you Xianyun Dao."
Xianyun Dao waved his hand, "It’s not easy to find the little boy who left that year. The other party must have been disguised, but I think he must be still on the island, and it should be mixed. Among the villagers on the island."
"I have a panacea here, this is called the mystic pill. As long as I take it, people's souls will fall into a coma, and then by asking him anything, they will answer the truth."
Hearing the words of Xian Yundao, Chen Ze and others first thought of the truth potion circulating on the Internet. After taking it, people would tell the truth.
"Then I will gather all the people on the island and put this medicine in the water for everyone to take."
Wang Guodong is also very popular, and the reason is that he has thought about it. The old Zhang family has had a corpse. The people in the village know that he only needs to tell the villagers that this is a virus, and if they take the potion, they will be immune This kind of virus, no one in the village will doubt because of his prestige in the village.
"Okay, you have to do the things that call the villagers. I will first dilute the pill to make a sufficient amount to ensure that every villager can take it."
Xianyun Daochang and Wang Guodong split up to arrange. Fang Ming gave Ye Ziyu a glance, and the two walked out of the Wang family quietly. After a while, Hua Mingming also followed.
"Fang Ming, wait for me."
Hua Mingming yelled Fang Ming and Ye Ziyu walking in front softly.
"What are you doing here?"
"I don't have nothing to do. Besides, there is Chen Ze over there. They stare. As long as there is something abnormal in the Taoist, they will immediately call us to inform us. I don't need to be there."
Obviously, Hua Mingming also learned from Tang Yan what they said between Master Xianyun and Wang Guodong.
Fang Ming thought for a while, "Since you came out, it just happened to you a task, I need you to help me ask the villagers one thing."
"whats the matter?"
Fang Ming whispered something in Hua Mingming's ear. After half a ring, Hua Mingming nodded, "Relax, this matter is all over me. I promise to make everything clear to the investigation."
Hua Mingming walked away, and Fang Ming and Ye Ziyu also walked towards a place in the village. Finally, they came to a log cabin in the corner of the village.
In the darkness, there was no light in the log cabin. Fang Ming stepped forward to push the wooden door of the yard open. The squeaky sound was particularly alarming in this dark night.
"Fang Ming, where will the old man go when he is still at home?"
Ye Ziyu is a bit curious, yes, this time she and Fang Ming came to find the scarred old man. In Fang Ming's view, the secret truth on this island is to be revealed, only to find the scarred old man.
Instead of answering Ye Ziyu's words, Fang Ming set his sights on a yard, where there was a chicken coop, and there was a chirping voice of chicks at the moment.
However, just a few seconds after Fang Ming's eyes stared at the henhouse, the chicks in the henhouse did not chirp, and the whole courtyard was quiet.
When Fang Ming and Ye Ziyu came to the door of the wooden house, then the faint moonlight could vaguely see an old iron lock on the wooden door.
"This door is locked, it seems that the old man is really not at home."
Ye Ziyu was a little sorry, but Fang Ming did not show disappointment. On the contrary, with a smile on his face, a punch directly hit the wooden pin on the side of the wooden door.
The wooden pin was broken, Ye Xiaoyu's little mouth opened slightly, and hesitantly said, "Brother Fang Ming, we are not so good."
"Using extraordinary means at extraordinary times, let's say we are not going to steal things."
Fang Ming smiled and pushed the wooden door straight away, but it was dark inside and he could not see anything.
Snapped!
The flashlight of the mobile phone is turned on, and it shines into the wooden house. Inside the wooden house is a bed and a table, and there is a clay stove in the corner.
The extremely rudimentary house illustrates the poverty of the inhabitants.
"That old man lives alone in such an environment, and life is not easy."
Ye Yu felt some emotions, but next time her eyes were attracted by a spot illuminated by the flashlight.
"Brother Fang Ming, what is that?"
Ye Yu’s voice was a little trembling, because the light of her cell phone was just shining on the corner of the wall, and there was a painting on the wall, an extremely painting.
Countless blood flooded the paintings, and on top of them were the wailing people who fell to the ground. These people fell to the ground with a look of despair on their faces, surrounded by flames, and all the men with dignified faces The torch stood not far away.
"This is what Uncle Wang said of the villagers who burned and killed the victims?"
Ye Yu's body is trembling slightly, and the painting is very vivid, but it is because of this vividness that makes her more afraid, because this is not just a painting, but something that has really happened.
"He really has a relationship with the victims."
What is different from Ye Ziyu is that Fang Ming's eyes are condensed, and his face has a thoughtful color. This painting confirms a guess in his heart. The old man with scars is related to the victims of the year, and Not a general relationship.
"No, it's more than a picture."
The bright light of the mobile phone illuminates the painting, and Fang Ming suddenly finds that it has fallen off again at the corner of the painting, and the paper of another color is exposed inside.
Stepped forward and tore off the paper of this painting. Sure enough, a second painting appeared on the wall. Compared with the first painting, this painting was more yellowish in color, and obviously it took a longer time.
"this is?"
Ye Yu saw the content of the painting for the first time, but she was surprised by her face covering her small mouth. Fang Ming's eyes contracted after seeing the content of the painting.
In this painting, it is still the group of victims. This can be judged by the same clothes as those of the victims in the first painting. The difference is that this time these victims have smiles on their faces and look at the station with respect. A priest in front of them.
The Taoist was standing in front of a large tank, the victims lined up in front of the large tank, the first few victims were holding the bowl, and led the Taoist scooping the water from the large tank with a smile, Drink into the mouth.
"Brother Fang Ming, just now that Uncle Wang and the head of Xianyun Dao discussed that the villagers should take the water with the immortality medicine. Draw it in advance?"
Ye Yu has an unbelievable color on his face. Judging from the yellowish color of this painting, at least it has been more than a few years. Does the old man know what will happen tonight a few years ago? It's incredible.
Fang Ming was silent, staring at the painting vigorously. After half a ring, he said in a word: "He has no ability to know the prophet."
"It's not a prophet, how should I explain this picture?" Ye Ziyu asked.
"The content of this painting is the same as the first one, and the time is still before the villagers burn the villagers. If I am not wrong, this painting is the root of all the mysteries."
Fang Ming has a brilliant light in his eyes. At this moment, many doubts in his mind are solved, and this painting gives him many answers.
"There should be a third painting."
Fang Ming stepped forward again, groping around the corner of the painting, and finally whipped it off, tearing off the second sentence, and indeed, as he expected, another painting appeared on the wall.
However, the moment the picture was torn off, the room suddenly dimmed, which was caused by the faint moonlight shining from outside.
Ye Ziyu turned his head, and the phone shone towards the door, shaking, and almost lost the phone.
At the door, the old man with scars didn't know when he was standing there, and Ye Yeyu's cell phone light just shone on the old man's face. The scary scar was so eye-catching and infiltrating under the light.