This mansion is based on the bedroom building of the nobles during the Heian period. It mainly consists of the main house and bedroom, equipped with a corridor and a ferry hall, connecting the opposite house on the east and west sides.

From the east-west to the house, there is a middle porch extending to the back garden where the pool and mountain are built. It can be said to be elegant but not without any nobleness, and it is indescribable to the pen and ink.

The room was dark and he didn't dare to go, so Qin Ming walked straight into the bedroom.

When I opened the door, I saw a statue of Ksitigarbha Buddha, smiling, kind and peaceful.

He looked around.

The interior floor is paved with tatami, ceiling paneling, paper-paste sliding doors and lighting windows to separate the room. Standing on the wide corridor, looking at the room, the rooms overlap.

The more I look at it, the more I feel something is wrong. These spaces built by paper-scrolled doors seem to be able to turn into open aisles at any time, unpredictable.

Qin Ming walked into the main room carefully. The front wall of the main room was divided into two niches. One side was between the beds, there was a niche hanging on the other side, and there was a vanishing shed, with a multi-bao grid frame in the middle. There was a scroll of paintings.

"This scroll... is placed in the middle, so solemn, I should investigate it."

Half of the scroll was opened, there were only a few words inside: "There were strange paintings in ancient times, paintings of hundreds of ghosts, and the number of hundred ghosts was painted in hundreds of ghosts". The rest were all pictures.

The pictures on it are all monsters.

However, Qin Ming still found some information. He pulled out the scroll, and the words "Ketsuka" were written on the end of the scroll.

"Katsuke is written in Chinese characters, and it should be a person's name."

"But in my memory, the original owner has no friends and lives alone."

"It should be that this person gave the original owner the scroll, or the original owner showed the scroll to this person. The original scroll did not have a scroll. Later, Ge Shi gave the original owner a scroll to facilitate painting."

"Just find someone who knows the original owner."

"At least you can get some useful information. Even if you are suspected, you can fool it with the commonly used methods of pretending to be amnesia in the novel."

Qin Ming is still very confident in his tricks.

He continued to search and saw dozens of red candles under the hanging scroll.

After counting a little, ninety-nine were all burned halfway, very short and dark, so I didn't see clearly just now.

There is nothing special about the candle. There is a blue paper-paste running lamp on one side, and a mirror is placed on the table between the beds.

The mirror shows the painting on the paper door.

A few strokes form several simple landscape paintings.

The continuous mountains span the town, with large clouds shrouding in fog, like a sea of ​​clouds, with brushstrokes vivid and vivid. The only thing that makes people wonder is that there is a blank space of about an arm-long length on the far right.

Qin Ming thought, but saw a figure appear outside the door where the blank space was left.

"Qin Ming, are you here?"

He took a breath, and beep, the original owner and his family?

If you don’t have any memories of others in your mind, do you have to pretend to be amnesia in a while?

"are u there?"

The sound suddenly became sharp, Qin Ming's scalp became numb, and he felt something was wrong. He subconsciously blinked his eyes, but every time he blinked and opened his eyes, the figure would get a little bigger.

"Are you there--"

Qin Ming's forehead was covered with sweat, and he sniffed and smelled a faint smell of blood.

He cheered up, his hands were on the ground, and his body kept exploring. If this was a monster who was not a rule, he had to find something to defend himself.

"Qin Ming——"

The moonlight shines through the window and reflects the figure on the door.

The spider at the corner of the roof and the arthropod monster with eight-eyed and eight-legged falling from the net, crawling back along the silk thread, enjoying the little bug that crashed into the net and struggled to escape.

The figure occupied most of the door, and the mountains and seas of clouds were swallowed up.

The sound of the door pulling the door slashed on the heart, and the smell of blood swelled up, making people almost breathless.

The door is open.

Qin Ming was in a daze.

There was darkness in front of me, only one person was wearing a white hunting robe, riding on the gods' carriage, painting five-color seals, crossing the yin and yang, and unfolding a scroll.

No, right, be more sober and calm down!

Qin Ming came to his senses and found nothing in front of him, only a gust of wind and white moonlight passing through the window.

With the strong psychological quality bonus, Qin Ming did not panic, and the more he panic he died, the faster he died.

However, he didn't plan to stay for a long time. At least he had to wait until the daytime, or invite the human-shaped devilish devilish Aoki Kondo to visit and come in again.

He walked out of the room with steady steps and headed towards the entrance, just like an ordinary person going out.

The Buddha statue at the entrance has a side face, with all eyes open, as if there is a spirit, and the eyelashes are clear, but there is no trace of peace. Instead, it is a little scary and makes people dare not look directly at it.

It's okay, it's just a double-faced Buddha, the faces carved on the front and back are different.

There is also such a statue of Ksitigarbha.

Qin Ming left the yard and walked up the street, thinking about finding a hotel to rest for one night.

"There are three hours of ugly times, and the sky is dry, be careful of the fire and candle—"

The Buddha's whine sounded again in his ears.

All this?

Qin Ming glanced around and saw that the moonlight shrank into the clouds at some point, and only the lanterns at the door of the store were lit.

There are a few passers-by who are carrying lanterns, and they are all acquaintances.

"Come again, tomorrow... tomorrow... tomorrow... tomorrow... pretending to be a kappa, no, Tengu!"

The man with black charcoal on his face had his tongue wide and did not wash off after drinking, perhaps for his personality.

Another man held a lantern with the words "Eight Hundred Good" and supported the man with a bitter smile on his lips, but he also drank very well tonight.

The Edo Shogunate prohibits going out without mentioning lanterns at night. If you drink too late at the restaurant, the merchants will usually lend lanterns with their own store name to customers. In addition to being able to pass at night, they can also be used as publicity.

Qin Ming walked for a while and saw several passers-by who were wandering home, and at the same time he met acquaintances.

Lord Yanma wearing a natto box was being held by several samurai with lanterns printed with home patterns, trembling with fear.

He was arrested without a lantern when he traveled at night.

Then I...

If I had known this, I would have taken the running light on the table.

Qin Ming instantly stood on tiptoe and carefully bypassed the warriors.

After walking for a while, Yingying saw someone walking as carefully as he did.

The man was wearing white clothes, a bronze mirror on his chest, a single-toothed wooden clogs, a wooden hammer in one hand and a five-inch nail in the other.

Another person who pretends to be a monster, who is the daughter of ugly times. Unfortunately, she is not fully equipped and has no iron rings and candles on her head. The three karma candles representing feelings, hatred and resentment. All such a handsome thing is missing. She doesn't care about pretending to be a monster, and I don't think I can make much money.

When I go home in the middle of the night, I must have not brought any lanterns like that Yan Mo.

Qin Ming expressed his understanding that people who make pocket money by pretending to be a monster must not be rich at home, so they naturally live very far. It is normal to walk such a long way home, and the cost of lanterns is not cheap. For such poor people, they can save as much as possible.

Suddenly, he saw the light again, and the warriors who were patrolling the night came here.

"Over there, go!"

Qin Ming whispered to remind this poor man who was sympathetic and pitiful.

He tiptoed to the side and suddenly realized something was wrong.

Nothing happens? He won't run away?

"Ah hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha--"

The woman's weird laughter was filled with a bit of resentment, which was particularly strange.

When Qin Ming turned around, he saw that the man just now had a ring on his head, and the three candles on the ring burned one after another.

“Hahahahahahaha——”

Fishing law enforcement?

Qin Ming cursed in his heart and fled, this is such a monster!
Chapter completed!