"Yin Feifei?"

Zhang Caixia timidly glanced inside the door, probably wanting to see if Lin Hansheng had come out.

"Yes, she is a woman in her twenties." Lin Hao roughly described her: "She is half a head shorter than her second uncle. She wears a purple coat... Oh, by the way, she has twin tails."

"No need to describe, I know who the person you are talking about is, her name is Liu Jifen." Zhang Caixia's voice was low, but her tone was very sure.

"Liu Jifen?"

Lin Hao inexplicably felt that the name seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember it after thinking for a while, so he took out his mobile phone and found Yin Feifei's WeChat account.

After flipping through it a few times, he pointed to a selfie in his circle of friends and said, "She is the woman I'm talking about."

Zhang Caixia came over and took a look, her face turned blue: "Where did this photo come from?"

Lin Hao looked at the date in his circle of friends: "It's a selfie my friend posted two days ago."

Zhang Caixia seemed to be relieved: "That's not it. This person is not Liu Jifen. Although he looks very similar, I can be sure that he is definitely not."

"Really?" Lin Hao was a little confused.

The woman in the group photo really looks like Yin Feifei, even her smile.

Seeing that Lin Hao seemed a little unconvinced, Zhang Caixia repeated: "This woman cannot be Liu Jifen. Liu Jifen is several years older than me. Even if she is still alive, she will be in her forties this year."

"Alive?" Lin Hao's expression changed slightly: "Liu Jifen is dead? How did he die?"

"Well, he died nineteen years ago. I remember it very clearly, it was 2001. That year, the national football team had just qualified..." Zhang Caixia slowly told what happened -

Lin Hansheng and Liu Jifen were both students in the History Department of Jiangcheng University. In 2001, they interned at the Cultural Relics Bureau together.

They were lucky. Not long after they arrived, the Cultural Relics Bureau had a large archaeological project. According to their qualifications, it was impossible for them to participate in on-site excavations. But at that time, the Cultural Relics Bureau was short of manpower, so they made an exception and allowed them to follow.

Went.

Zhang Caixia didn't know the specific excavation work, but not long after the two of them came back, Liu Jifen became nervous, often talking nonsense, and laughing all by herself.

Later, she was sent to a psychiatrist to see a psychiatrist, and the result...

After a diagnosis and treatment, Liu Jifen committed suicide. Even the psychiatrist who treated her suffered from schizophrenia and was sent to a mental hospital.

After saying this in one breath, Zhang Caixia added: "That group photo was taken at the archaeological site. After the photo was developed, your second uncle specially showed it to me.

But I didn't expect...I didn't expect that Liu Jifen would die a few days later. Since then, your second uncle's personality has changed drastically. He is taciturn and often loses his temper for no reason. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I broke up with him."

"Listening to what you said, the person in the photo is probably not Yin Feifei." Lin Hao had no choice but to believe Zhang Caixia's words.

However, he was very curious about what happened during that archaeological work that actually made Liu Jifen crazy and caused his second uncle's personality to change drastically.

"Yin? Is your surname Yin?" Zhang Caixia was stunned, suddenly remembered something, tilted her head and thought for a while: "By the way, I remember that Liu Jifen's husband is surnamed Yin, and she also has a daughter, could it be...

…”

"Yin Feifei is Liu Jifen's daughter?"

Lin Hao made some calculations: "Yin Feifei is twenty-five years old this year, and Liu Jifen died nineteen years ago, so when she died, her daughter should be five or six years old.

The time doesn't match up. You just said that Liu Jifen came to the Cultural Relics Bureau not long after graduating from university, but something happened later. She gave birth to a baby so early?"

"You can't be wrong! Liu Jifen gave birth to a child when she was in college. I remember that when she died, her daughter was in kindergarten." After hearing what Lin Hao said, Zhang Caixia became even more sure.

"That's it..." Lin Hao thought quickly in his mind -

If Liu Jifen is really Yin Feifei's mother, then the group photo will become even weirder.

There are four people in the photo, from left to right, they are Lin Hansheng, Xia Song, Su Mingde and Liu Jifen.

Lin Hansheng’s girlfriend is Zhang Caixia.

Xia Song's son is Xia Mo.

Su Mingde's daughter is Su Qi.

Liu Jifen’s daughter is Yin Feifei.

These four people all have monsters in their dreams!

Coincidence?

Or is it that their bad luck was brought about by those closest to them?

No, there is also Zhao Dazhu.

Zhao Dazhu also had monsters in his dreams, but his relatives did not appear in the photos.

But what he and Zhang Caixia had was a dream. Could it be that they were implicated?

Thinking about Lin Hao, he asked Zhang Caixia: "Aunt Caixia, think about it, does Zhao Dazhu's parents have anything to do with that photo?"

"Them?" Zhang Caixia frowned and thought: "It's been too long, I don't remember."

"Think about it carefully, this is very important." Lin Hao discovered the seriousness of the matter.

Until just now, he had always thought that street stall owners in East Lake were just selling oil-paper umbrellas with monsters attached to them.

But if Zhao Dazhu’s parents are also related to that photo, then the stall owner selling umbrellas is targeted!

The stall owner is targeting everyone related to the photo, starting with the people closest to them!

Not good.

These people are either my relatives or friends, and I am the nephew of my second uncle. Maybe it will be my turn soon...

"I really can't remember. Although Zhao Dazhu and the others live in the Cultural Relics Bureau, they are not engaged in archaeological work. His father, Zhao Youyuan, is the driver of the Cultural Relics Bureau...Wait a minute!"

Zhang Caixia thought for a while, and suddenly her eyes lit up: "I remembered it!"

"How's it going? It's related, right?" Lin Hao asked hurriedly.

"Well, it does matter. Strictly speaking, Zhao Youyuan is actually in that group photo!" Zhang Caixia said solemnly.

"What do you mean?" Lin Hao didn't understand. He remembered clearly that there were only four people in the photo, how could there be Zhao Youyuan?

"that is……"

Just after Zhang Caixia said two words, her phone suddenly rang. She took it out and looked at it, and she suddenly smiled bitterly.

Lin Hao was stunned for a moment, but soon understood.

Click... click...

There were rapid footsteps in the house, and then the door opened. Lin Hansheng said angrily: "Didn't you buy dish soap? Why are you still here?"

"I'm just going." Zhang Caixia said as she prepared to go downstairs.

"Don't go!" Lin Hansheng dragged Zhang Caixia back into the house, then closed the door and said impatiently: "Lin Hao, go home."

Lin Hao did not move, and his spiritual consciousness quietly penetrated into the room——

"Lin Hansheng! I have you, yell at me, what did you promise last month?"

"I...I..."

"I can't live this life! Huh! I'm leaving now!"

"No, no, it's my fault, it's all my fault."

"Alas! Han Sheng, I'm not telling you, you weren't like this before. Ever since that photo... that archaeological visit, what happened? You didn't tell me when I asked you back then, and you didn't tell me when we broke up... Now you

You lied to Lin Hao again, he is your only nephew, have you disowned him?"

Faced with Zhang Caixia's aggressive questioning, Lin Hansheng still refused to speak, and just remained silent and sighed.

After a while, Zhang Caixia seemed a little unable to bear it, so she stopped asking questions and talked about other topics with Lin Hansheng.

Lin Hao saw that he could not get any valuable information and did not want to eavesdrop on their privacy anymore, so he went downstairs and left the Cultural Relics Bureau.

Looking at the time, it was just two o'clock in the afternoon, which was still early in the evening. He planned to go home first.

On the subway, he first called Zhao Dazhu and reminded him to throw away the oil-paper umbrella and not to buy it again in the future.

Zhao Dazhu agreed without asking why, and even proudly told Lin Hao that the director of the department had just called to inquire about the progress of his condition. He made Lin Hao think that Hua Tuo was still alive and Bian Que was resurrected, and he would definitely be able to help.

He got promoted.

Promote your sister.

Lin Hao was speechless for a while, secretly thinking that it was you who caused me to go to a mental hospital the day after tomorrow.

………………

At around three o'clock, Lin Hao returned to the rental house. The first thing he did was to take out the top-quality spiritual stones that were broken into five or six pieces from the mark.

While practicing last night, the spirit stone suddenly shattered. Before he could check it, Xia Mo came.

After a short period of research, Lin Hao came to the conclusion that the spiritual energy in this spiritual stone had been absorbed by him.

But it doesn't matter, now I've found a better alternative.

With a movement in his heart, fragments of white jade appeared in the palm of his hand.

After thinking about it, Lin Hao took out the jade futon again and prepared to practice for a while.

Of course, he had a good sense of proportion, and he only stopped when he reached the peak of the fourth level of the Qi Refining Stage.
To be continued...