In the yard, the young Taoist priest was still lazily lying on the chair.
It was already dark, and his figure was vaguely outlined.
Yi Qi no longer paid attention to the strange Taoist priest downstairs, but took out the sweeping robot from his backpack and let it move freely in the old house.
Soon, the flat and round little guy returned arrogantly, as if he had made a great contribution, and spit out a few yellowed white papers from his storage port.
They were a few children's paintings with childish brushstrokes.
The first painting was found in a room on the second floor. The painting used large blocks of bright blue, green, and red to draw a few little people holding hands.
The smallest fat boy was drawn in the middle, and his parents were holding his hands on both sides.
On the right side of the picture, there were two sloppy stick figures wearing skirts, like two girls.
On the back of the painting, a line of words was written crookedly with a colored pen:
"My Family and I" - Luo Tianci.
The second painting was found in a room on the first floor, and the style was far less bright and cheerful than the first one.
A dark blue pen drew a crooked little girl with a string of tears on her face, hiding in the room in fear, and outside the door was an adult with fangs and claws bared and angry.
There was also a line of words written on the back of the painting:
My classmates always laugh at my name, and I don't like this name either - Luo Yindi.
The third painting was also found in a room on the first floor, but it was no longer a children's painting. The picture was full of maturity and darkness.
A red ballpoint pen drew messy lines on the paper. The main subject of the picture was a little man hanging in the air with a rope.
The little man's long hair was scattered behind him, and the face of the person in the painting could not be seen clearly.
There are more words on this painting, on the back and corners of the paper, almost all of them are broken words, filled with restless hatred and anxiety.
This damn home... Why was I born here, die, die, everyone die... If I can't leave here, I would rather hang myself... That guy is a bastard... This damn, dark, dripping wet home...
The last signature of the painting is Luo Zhaodi.
After reading these three paintings, Yi Qi frowned rarely.
In the list of the Luo family members who disappeared ten years ago, the father was named Luo Yaozong, the mother was named Li Hong, the eldest daughter was named Luo Zhaodi, the second daughter was named Luo Yindi, and the youngest son was named Luo Tianci.
These are the paintings left by the three Luo family children. "From the existing clues, the status of each family member in this family is obviously unequal."
He analyzed calmly: "Luo Tianci's paintings were found on the second floor. The rooms on the second floor are larger and have better ventilation and lighting conditions. The master bedroom of the Luo couple is also on the second floor."
"Luo Zhaodi and Luo Yindi's paintings were found on the first floor. The rooms on the first floor are cramped, damp and dark, and the conditions are far inferior to those on the second floor."
"And the painting style of the Luo sisters is much gloomier than that of their brother."
"It can be seen that the only son of the Luo family has a higher status, while the two daughters of the Luo family have a lower status. In the eyes of different family members, the family atmosphere is also different."
"Obviously, the two daughters of the Luo family are not satisfied with this family status, especially the eldest daughter who has entered adolescence. She has been patient with her family to the brink of collapse."
After analyzing the above information, Yi Qi couldn't help but sigh, and his fingers brushed over the names of "Luo Zhaodi" and "Luo Yindi".
"I don't like these two names." He said lightly, "The meaning of human birth should be for oneself, not for others... I hate the meaning behind these names." At this time, after listening to his analysis, the barrage in the live broadcast room has exploded.
[How scary! I thought the Luo family was just a simple victim family, but I didn't expect the anchor to analyze so much background information from a few simple paintings. ]
[Anchor, I support you! I also hate names like "Zhao Di" and "Pan Di", so disgusting! ]
[The Luo family obviously favors boys over girls, so disgusting! It's okay if they are missing. ]
[What are you thinking about in the barrage just now? They are a family that disappeared collectively. The two daughters of the Luo family are also victims, but it is the youngest brother who survived. ]
[Alas! I just wanted to watch some exciting adventures, but who knew that I would feel heavy. ]
Just when the atmosphere in the live broadcast room fell into a gloomy mood, Yi Qi suddenly grabbed the sweeping robot in his hand. Looking at the robot's two round eyes, he changed the subject and asked seriously: "But, are these the only clues you have collected?"
The sweeping robot made a "嘤嘤嘤" sound, and its big eyes flashed, trying to get away with it: "I am just a household intelligent mechanical body, without the function of investigating and solving cases."
Yi Qi nodded in understanding: "So, I want to upgrade you."
"NO! I don't want to work... Don't make my work more and more!"
The little guy made an anthropomorphic scream, but was still ruthlessly dismantled by his maker.
The barrage in the live broadcast room suddenly burst into laughter, sweeping away the depression just now.
What a cute little guy, exactly like the lazy fat cat in our house!
The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility... So in order not to work, simply don't upgrade! No problem, this idea is correct.
God knows why I feel pity for a robot vacuum cleaner. Don't bully it, the little guy is already very capable!
Now the anchor is like a cruel capitalist, ruthlessly squeezing every drop of oil out of his employees~~ (dog head)
"Brother Yi!"
At this moment, Wu Ming ran up from the first floor and brought news: "It's dark, and the two guys who have been hiding in the bathroom downstairs said they want to rest."
At this point, he curled his lips with a little disdain: "Those two guys must have gained nothing, otherwise they wouldn't have ended the live broadcast so early."
Yi Qi said: "Do they want to allocate the rooms downstairs and let us sleep upstairs?"
Wu Ming was a little surprised: "Brother Yi, how do you know they think so?"
"The light downstairs is dim, there are more rooms, and it fits the atmosphere of the supernatural live broadcast more. If there is really any fatal danger in this old house, they can escape more easily on the first floor." Yi Qi's tone was flat.
"Then why should we give the first floor to them..." Wu Ming looked downstairs, muttering as if he was a little unwilling.
Yi Qi disagreed: "The second floor is drier and brighter, and the rooms are larger, which is more suitable for human rest."
He waved his hand at Wu Ming and said: "Choose a room for yourself and go to sleep first! I still have some work to do."
...
At this time, Zhang Mei and Li Yao on the first floor had already chosen a room for themselves.
"No one has lived here for so many years, the bed frame is about to collapse, and there is a thick layer of dust on the sheets. How can people sleep here?"
Li Yao was tidying up the room while cursing in a bad temper.
Today, he took the live broadcast equipment and wandered around the old house for a long time, but he didn't encounter any thrilling things. As a result, many fans were lost, so he was in a furious mood.
In front of the audience in the live broadcast room, Li Yao was a reliable and thoughtful partner; once the live broadcast was over, he was too lazy to hide his bad temper.
At times like this, Zhang Mei didn't dare to offend him, silently endured his scolding and complaints, and chose another room to live in temporarily.
Compared with the rooms upstairs, the two rooms downstairs were pitifully small, dark and damp, making people feel very stuffy.
In some rooms, there were a few rag dolls scattered around, and in some rooms, there was a broken dressing table in the corner.
This is the room of the daughters of the Luo family, but because the furnishings in the room are too simple, the traces of the girls' lives are not conspicuous.
Li Yao was tired and frustrated because he had been busy for a long time in vain. He didn't pay much attention to it. After moving into the room, he lifted the bed sheet to shake off the dust and covered his head to sleep.
He slept in a daze until the night was deep. Just when he was half asleep and half awake, he suddenly heard a muffled "bang" sound above his head.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
It sounded like a naughty boy hitting a ball, and it sounded like someone was jumping hard, accompanied by the "creaking" vibration of the rotten floor, clearly coming from upstairs.
Li Yao, whose sweet dream was disturbed, was immediately angry. He lifted the quilt and ran to the second floor angrily.
"What are you jumping and joking upstairs in the middle of the night? Are you deliberately not letting us sleep..." He stepped onto the stairs and shouted loudly.
Yi Qi, who was upgrading the robot vacuum cleaner, temporarily stopped his work, frowned slightly, and looked at the noisy uninvited guest.
Li Yao saw him sitting cross-legged on the ground alone, and there was no one else running or jumping around. He was stunned for a moment, and his angry steps hesitated unconsciously.
"I am very sure that the sound I make when I am working will not exceed 45 decibels, which does not belong to the range of noise."
Yi Qi analyzed in a calm tone: "I didn't hear any other noise on the second floor, so what was the sound that woke you up?"
Li Yao, who came to ask for an explanation, was asked and was stuttering. He even doubted whether he was dreaming just now.
But he was very proud and didn't want to admit that he had wronged others. He was angry and said stubbornly: "Who else can it be if not you? Keep your voice down!"
After saying this harsh word, he turned around and went downstairs angrily, and went back to his room to continue sleeping.
Only Yi Qi was left there, looking at his back as he left, thinking for a moment, and then said to the sweeping robot in his hand: "The situation has changed."
"The human hearing frequency range is about 20~20000 Hz. Sounds below 20 Hz are infrasound, and sounds above 20000 Hz are ultrasonic waves, both of which are inaudible to the human ear."
"But obviously, Li Yao just heard a sound that ordinary people shouldn't hear."
"I need you to record all the sound wave frequencies in this old house and convert them into normal frequencies that humans can hear."
The sweeping robot, which had been half disassembled by him, made a weak "hum", and its round eye lights lit up, protesting: "I'm just a household intelligent mechanical body, without recording and broadcasting functions, let alone receiving ultrasonic and infrasound waves!"
Yi Qi smiled slightly: "It's very simple, I'll add this function to you now."
Sweeping robot: "...嘤~"
...
On the first floor of the old house, Li Yao angrily slammed the door and continued to sleep with his head covered.
The rude slamming of the door disturbed Zhang Mei who was sleeping next to him.
Zhang Mei woke up from her hazy dream and rubbed her sleepy eyes. In a daze, she seemed to see a figure sitting at the end of her bed with his back to her.
"Li Yao, why are you not sleeping in the middle of the night and running into my room?" She thought that the back was her partner who had just slammed the door, and she frowned and half sat up.
Suddenly, her movement to get up froze.
In the dim room, there was a faint moonlight through the window crack, sprinkled on the back of the figure.
The long black hair was scattered and fell to the waist of the figure, making the back look even thinner and skinnier.
This was clearly the back of a woman, definitely not Li Yao!
Zhang Mei, who was still in a daze, was frightened and woke up instantly. She jumped up like a frightened rabbit, pressed against the head of the bed, and looked at the shadow that was only one bed away from her in horror.
The figure with his back to her never turned back or rushed over, but stretched out a pair of pale and rotten hands from the thick darkness, stroking her long hair on her back.
Zhang Mei held her breath and tried to move towards the door little by little.
The figure still did not move, but hummed a nursery rhyme she had never heard of in a hoarse and dry voice:
"Dad wants me to be obedient and stay in the room~"
"But where is Mom, and I can't find my brother..."
At this time, Zhang Mei had quietly moved to the door. Just when she wanted to jump up and run away, she didn't expect that her legs and feet were pulled by someone at the critical moment. She screamed and fell in front of the door in a mess.
"It's over!" She thought desperately in her heart, and she collapsed on the ground, closing her eyes and waiting to die. Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, there was a dead silence around her. Zhang Mei opened her eyes trembling with fear, but found that the room was empty, and there was no terrifying figure at the end of the bed. It seemed that everything that had just happened was just a nightmare. But in the darkness that was within reach, the gloomy feeling of being monitored by a pair of eyes always followed her like a shadow, piercing her back. In the empty room, the strange ballad still came faintly, like a dying person who was about to die, and the weak breath lingered around her. "Dad, I am the most obedient, but where is my sister's ball~" "Who said that I was disobedient and left me in the dark..." Zhang Mei didn't dare to stay in this room. She hurriedly got up trembling and stumbled out of the room. It was not until she reached the corridor that she breathed a breath of fresh air.
Escape, she must escape immediately!
Her body was still immersed in the trembling just now, but the rationality in her mind urged her to move her feet and tentatively walk towards the door of the Luo family's old house.
Her room was at the innermost side of the first floor. To reach the door, she had to go through a long and narrow corridor.
Zhang Mei's legs were weak at this time. She slowly moved a few steps by holding the wall, but suddenly saw a short black shadow appearing in the dim corridor next to the living room, blocking the door of the old house.
She immediately choked and felt a blank in her mind.
The small, blurred black shadow, with a height similar to that of a child, was just like a naughty child, hitting the ball in his hand with interest.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The muffled sound of the ball being hit kept coming into Zhang Mei's ears, torturing her already fragile nerves.
Suddenly, the shadow lost control and let the ball slip from his hand. It bounced and rolled in the corridor and rolled all the way to Zhang Mei's feet.
"Big sister, can you pick me up?" A sweet voice came from under her feet.
Zhang Mei trembled and lowered her head.
What rolled to her feet was not a "ball", but a little girl's head.
At this time, the bloody head was blinking and smiling at her sweetly.
"Ah——"
Zhang Mei's remaining sanity collapsed instantly. Like crazy, she pounced on the door of the next room, slapping it desperately, crying like crazy: "Li Yao! Open the door!"
"There is a ghost... There is a ghost!!"
She cried for a long time before Li Yao next door slowly opened the door, with a messy head of hair like a chicken coop, and he didn't forget to hold the live broadcast equipment in his hand.
"A ghost? Where is the ghost? Let me take a picture!" He shouted excitedly, and excitedly took the equipment to broadcast everywhere, "My friends, Amei said she saw a ghost! We have been waiting for so long, have we finally encountered a supernatural event?"
But he wandered around, went to the corridor and the next room, but he couldn't see the black shadow that Zhang Mei said.
In the live broadcast room, the audience whose expectations were once again dashed began to complain.
We were fooled again, is the anchor making fun of us?
It's so funny, I knew that supernatural live broadcasts are all fake!
Maybe others are real, but you, the anchor, are definitely faking it.
Disband, disperse, it's fake again! Unfollow...
Seeing that he failed to increase his fans, but the number of fans plummeted again, Li Yao's face turned pale.
After he bowed and apologized to the audience in the live broadcast room, he closed the live broadcast again and looked at Zhang Mei with a gloomy face.
Zhang Mei was still trembling with fear, and explained incoherently: "Really... I really saw two black shadows... a child's head... the black shadows could sing..."
How could she not know that in Li Yao's eyes, she looked like someone who had just had a nightmare and had not woken up yet.
"I sing your mother's songs! I have so many fans, and you ruined them all. How are you going to compensate me!"
The last bit of patience disappeared, and Li Yao thought of his lost fans, and he was furious. He pushed Zhang Mei away viciously, and was too lazy to look at her again. He went back to his room and continued to sleep in a bad mood.
Zhang Mei was pushed to the ground unexpectedly, and the back of her head hit the ground. Suddenly, her whole head was buzzing, and her eyes were black.
She lay on the ground, panting, and it took her a long time to recover and get up from the ground with difficulty.
She actually knew very well that Li Yao had two faces in front of others and behind others, but it was the first time that he took direct action like this.
Perhaps they should have broken up long ago. Why was she so stupid before, always giving in to such a bastard?
But now, there is a bigger crisis that she needs to deal with.
Zhang Mei stumbled to her feet and looked around, fearing that the shadow that had just disappeared would suddenly appear again.
Perhaps it was her illusion. After Li Yao pushed her down, the faint singing seemed to have been lingering in front of Li Yao's door.
She didn't dare to test it with her own life, nor did she want to remind Li Yao.
She couldn't go back to her room, let alone stay in the corridor. Zhang Mei hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and rushed to the second floor in one breath.
She stepped onto the stairs of the second floor, and before she could ask for help, she saw Yi Qi alone, standing by the window, bathing in the cold moonlight.
He was fiddling with a flat round machine in his hand, and Zhang Mei just heard the weird nursery rhyme floating out of the machine:
"Dad wants me to be obedient and stay in my room~"
"But where is mom, and I can't find my brother~"
"Dad, I am the most obedient, but where is my sister's ball~"
"Who said I was disobedient and left me in the dark~"
"...Please, Dad."
"Dad, don't hide, we have already...seen you!"