Other words.

The secret door has nothing to do with these rooms.

At the same time, in Zhang Yi's mind, that strange traction force still did not disappear, and even, in this room, that feeling became more obvious.

Several rooms were searched by Zhang Yi and Zhang Guoshan.

But.

The result is still nothing.

When I returned to Grandma Zhang Yi's house, I passed the gate in the front and back yards.

Zhang Yi stopped suddenly.

"The wall in the middle of the front and back yards, so thick?"

Zhang Yi asked.

It seems that the wall between the front and back yards is about a meter thick.

"This may be built in the old society, after all, the front yard is the main house, and the back yard is the lower house, which naturally needs to be completely separated."

Zhang Guoshan explained.

If this is not the case, separated by a wall, the main house speaks, and the subordinates behind can hear it.

"I think it has something to do with that secret door."

Zhang Yi said.

Saying this, Zhang Guoshan's eyes were also full of inspiration.

"So, behind that door, there may be more than a dark compartment, it may be a secret passage?"

Zhang Guoshan asked.

Zhang Yi nodded directly.

"If it's just a dark grid, there's no need to make it that big. The gate was almost one and a half meters high. This height is enough for one person to pass through. ”

"What the hell is it that my grandmother would go to such great lengths to hide?"

Think of these.

Zhang Yi's curiosity is even stronger.

"It seems that the problem is still with the key, find the key, go in and see."

Zhang Guoshan said.

This is true, but the key is not easy to find.

Return to Merlan's room again.

Two people, squatting in front of this iron gate, helpless.

After all, it was something left by Grandma Zhang Yi, so in order to know what was inside, she couldn't smash this iron door and knock on the wall, right?

Zhang Yi went over and picked up the bronze lock.

Otherwise, try it?

Zhang Yi feels that this lock looks a bit like an antique, and if you identify it, maybe you can find the clues to the key?

Put the index finger of the right hand up.

in the mind.

A voice came.

"Excuse me, is it an appraisal?"

"Identification!"

Zhang Yi said secretly in his heart.

"Qing Dynasty Li Yixing dragon pattern mold ancient special-shaped keyhole bronze lock."

"Li Yixing, a famous locksmith in the Qing Dynasty, a bronze lock from Li Yixing's hand, has many special-shaped keyholes, which are difficult to crack. This bronze lock, with excellent workmanship and excellent anti-theft effect, is difficult to crack even today unless the cutting method is used. ”

"This bronze lock, the pulp is naturally thick, the carving is exquisite, the design is ingenious, it is indeed the Qing Dynasty Li Yixing dragon pattern special-shaped keyhole bronze lock genuine!"

That's all there is to it.

The lock is good, it was built by famous craftsmen in the Qing Dynasty, and it is also an antique now.

But.

It seems that there is no clue to the key here.

"Xiao Yi, what's wrong with this lock?"

Zhang Guoshan saw that Zhang Yi had been staring at the bronze lock, and couldn't help asking.

"This lock is also an antique! It was built by Li Yixing, a famous locksmith in the Qing Dynasty, if we don't use the cutting method, I guess, we can't open this lock at all. ”

Zhang Guoshan was slightly surprised.

"Even a partial door like a copper lock, can you identify it?"

Zhang Yi nodded.

Zhang Guoshan looked admiring, after he was imprisoned to now, Zhang Yi has brought him too many surprises.

Gradually get used to it.

At this point, I was just a little surprised.

Then, he said.

"How do you know that it's Li Yixing's copper lock. I don't think I've heard of this person! ”

This kind of copper lock is more out of the way, unlike the purple clay pot, the name of the person who made the pot is comparable to the current star.

And Zhang Yi directly turned the bronze lock over.

revealed the knowledge of "Li Yixing" underneath.

Built by a famous craftsman, it will definitely be retained.

Of course, the results of the appraisal are not nothing, at least we already know that without a key and cannot be cut, the mysterious iron door in front of us will definitely not be opened.

Zhang Yi and Zhang Guoshan had no choice but to sit down.

Meditate.

You have to find the key, this is what Grandpa Zhang Yi once explained to Zhang Guoshan.

In the middle of talking.

Zhang Yi thought of something, he asked.

"Dad, why do you think my grandmother's portrait was rolled up?"

Zhang Guoshan thought for a moment.

He said.

"Probably, your grandfather did. Roll it up, probably to protect that painting. Maybe it's because you don't want to see the painting and think about people, after all, your grandfather had a deep affection for your grandmother back then. ”

"When your grandmother died, your grandfather didn't eat for days."

"I have the impression that he hugged me at that time, as if he was staying in this room, and when there was no one else, he cried alone."

Zhang Guoshan said and sighed.

"Grandpa and grandma have such a good relationship, this secret door must have been made by my grandfather for grandma. Probably, where the keys are kept, my grandfather knows. ”

"He just wanted to protect the clues of the key, so it wasn't written in the will."

"After all, there is a possibility that that will fall into the hands of others."

Zhang Yi said.

And Zhang Guoshan came back to his senses, and he asked again.

"Xiao Yi, what do you want to say?"

"Since my grandfather knows the whereabouts of the key, he must have left a clue. There is no clue in the suicide note, so the clue must be in this room. ”

"So, Ken Ken was hidden by him, not just put it away, so it wouldn't be in a common place. Porcelain vase drawers or something, they are easy to find, and he shouldn't put them. ”

"As soon as we came in, the only thing that seemed strange was this rolled-up painting."

"Dad, I think my grandmother's portrait should be a reminder to us!"

When Zhang Yi said the last sentence.

Zhang Guoshan couldn't help but be stunned.

He immediately stood up and looked at the painting.

The man in the painting.

Elegant posture.

However, inside the painting, if you look closely, there don't seem to be any clues.

Zhang Guoshan even went over, carefully turned over the painting, and looked at the back of the painting, but there were still no clues.

"Nope!"

Zhang Guoshan said.

And Zhang Yi walked over.

He said again.

"Rolling up a painting and putting it in a bucket is a better way to preserve it."

"My grandfather rolled up the paintings, but they didn't put them in the bucket. Dad, could he mean that it was just for us to complete the last step? ”

said.

Zhang Yi rolled up the painting again.

Golden cotton rope to tie the painting.

Then.

Carefully, I put the painting into the bucket.

That is, the moment when Zhang Yi put the painting into the painting bucket.

A voice followed.