Chapter: 12

No matter how many years have passed, the human tradition of believing in ghosts and gods has not changed at all.

Xue Lingqiao, who was hanging outside the window, was frightened by Tian Jingzhi's ghostly roar just now, and fell from the window.

"Today is the first day that this mansion in the late Qing Dynasty reopened to tourists after three months. Everyone is welcome to come and visit..." the guide said as he led a group of tourists into the yard.

Xue Lingqiao, who was at the end of the crowd, stood in the study, looking at everything that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

This was originally his residence more than a hundred years ago. He used to drink tea and read a book in the gazebo, so leisurely. Trim and trim flowers and plants when you are interested. Although the years are long, they are silent.

He clearly remembered many past events, but he only forgot the memory of the ten years before he was drained of blood, as if Time deliberately played a joke on him.

"Then the place we are going to visit next is the study room of this mansion in the late Qing Dynasty..." The guide led the tourists into the study room. The chairs and cabinets in the study room were sealed by glass, and they were not allowed to touch them casually. .

"The owner of this mansion liked to read books during his lifetime, and they covered a wide variety of books. A considerable part of them are collected in the museum." The guide continued, pointing to an old-fashioned camera next to the desk and said, "In addition, this owner is also Early enthusiasts of photography..."

As soon as Xue Lingqiao entered the study, he noticed the old-fashioned camera, which should be an object he had used, but the memories in his mind were like a disk that had been degaussed, time passed and no longer existed. I originally thought that I might be able to retrieve some memories when I came to my previous residence, but now it seems that it is invalid, but it just adds to my heartache.

Now if he takes out the deed and goes to the relevant department to get the house back... he will definitely be arrested as a lunatic.

Xue Lingqiao behind the crowd didn't look like a tourist at all, but looked like a different kind. Two girls kept peeking at him and whispering.

"Is he a star?"

"I've never seen him on TV."

"The one who didn't debut, I bet he will be popular."

"...The one you said last time would be popular, has had an affair with Tian Jingzhi."

"Oh, he has no vision, I don't like him anymore."

Xue Lingqiao was slightly taken aback when she heard the name, and turned to leave the crowd. It's too easy to be a star now. In the era when movies first appeared, all the actors who could be actors were those with good looks and refined acting skills. Xue Lingqiao walked alone along the lake behind the mansion. He looked at the lake from time to time, and suddenly seemed to see something, and walked over in a hurry, and then showed a happy smile.

On the rocky side of the lake, a big white tortoise was slowly crawling into the sand to bask in the sun with its wet shell exposed. Seeing someone approaching, the big white tortoise felt threatened, and the grandfather's movement speed suddenly lifted, and he kicked his legs and ran desperately into the water.

It usually moves quickly, and the people from the zoo couldn't catch it even after several visits. This time, it was picked up before it even touched the water.

"I've been looking for you for a month, and I finally caught you." Xue Lingqiao turned it over and squatted in front of it, "Shuisheng, don't you know me? Where are you going?"

Xue Lingqiao didn't have many friends in the first place, and he had been lying in the museum for a hundred years, so if he had human friends, he would have turned into a handful of ashes under the tombstone. More than a hundred years ago, he bought a white tortoise from a cage outside the restaurant. It was a pity to stew it because it was white. Because of this turtle, he asked someone to dig an artificial lake outside the courtyard, named it Shuisheng, and kept it as a pet for many years.

Old men in the late Qing Dynasty liked to carry a birdcage and tease myna lark. He walked in front, followed by a big white turtle. Unexpectedly, this big white turtle was the only friend he knew after he came back.

Xue Lingqiao sat down on a rock by the lake and put Shuisheng down. Shuisheng huddled at his feet, fully matured, with an attitude of complete trust.

"Are you angry? Because I haven't come to see you for a hundred years?" Xue Lingqiao originally wanted to make a joke, but thought it was not funny at all. This hundred years is completely his year of suffering, he patted its shell, "You don't know, I have been visited by people in the museum for a hundred years. Now, even the house is being visited by people... you think Is it right to ask who did it? I also want to know this question. I lost part of my memory, but don’t worry, I found two clues. One is Ye Chen, a researcher who rented me to be a research contact ...and the other is a policeman named Li Yanzhi, who was in charge of the car accident."

Ye Chen called Li Yanzhi after leaving Tian Jingzhi's house that night . And Xue Lingqiao was sitting firmly on Ye Chen's car roof like a meditating monk.