"The one on the left belongs to my mother." Sikong Lu's back trembled a little: "My mother went to me when she was born, and my father built this ice cellar and wanted to sleep here with my mother." ”

Qin Mu walked to the ice coffin on the left, in the refraction of the ice, he could still vaguely see the appearance of a woman in her twenties, the people inside were lifelike, I don't know if Lu Dao used any antiseptic method, it looked like she was asleep.

"When my father died, I put him in the ice coffin on the right." Qin Mu followed Sikong Lu's fingers and looked over, it was another ice coffin, which looked similar to the one here, except that the lid of the coffin had been opened and thrown aside.

"This ......" Qin Mu walked to the coffin on the right and looked at the lid of the coffin carefully, because it was ice, he couldn't see anything, if it was wood, maybe he could find something, but it was ice, let the cold air blow, and soon he couldn't see anything.

"I checked it before and came to the conclusion that the coffin was opened from the inside." Sikong Lu stroked the ice coffin and said with a sad face.

"From the inside? Are you sure? Qin Mu was stunned, could it be that this Sikong Wenzheng woke up again after his death? It's not impossible, Qin Mu has also heard a lot of things about resurrection from the dead, mostly after cardiac arrest for a long time, he suddenly woke up.

After Sikong Wenzheng was sent to the ice coffin, the low temperature in the ice cellar could minimize his brain damage, but after he was frozen for a long time, he was able to break out of the coffin by himself, which really didn't make sense.

Sikong Lu saw Qin Mu's doubts: "It's unbelievable, right, I don't want to believe it, unless my father is resurrected." When she said that she was resurrected, the corners of the girl's mouth rose, and a very happy look was imprinted in Qin Mu's eyes, and the tenderness in her eyes gathered little by little, how did this girl, who was born without a mother, rely on her father all these years and support her to this day.

"Then why did he come back to life without informing you, but leaving quietly?" Qin Mu asked suspiciously.

"Maybe he has his troubles, or maybe he has lost his memory." Sikong Lu thought for a while: "I have also investigated some books before, this kind of thing of resurrection but loss of memory is very likely to happen, after all, my father was in the ice coffin when he woke up, so he ......"

"Doesn't low temperature reduce brain damage?" Qin Mu asked rhetorically, but seeing Sikong Lu's sad face, he couldn't bear to say anything, but said, "This matter is on me." ”

Sikong looked at Qin Mu gratefully, the little woman's sparkling eyes made Qin Mu a little unbearable, coughed lightly, and said, "Uh...... Does my father have some things that are more personal to him, which is more important to him...... It's kind of a token or something. ”

Sikong Lu tilted his head and thought for a moment, and whispered, "Follow me." ”

Sikong Lu took Qin Mu to the study, to say that the layout of this house is really good, the study is not big or small, the interior is arranged in an antique manner, this study seems to be so extraordinary and quiet, the air is average, warm, and the fire is slowly floating with red light.

The walls are white, and there are some silver ** case paintings printed on the white paper, and there are several Turkish guns hanging, and the two bookshelves are also white, and there are many gold books shining on them very beautifully.

On the top of the bookshelf was a pot of asparagus, which had grown more than three feet long, hanging down like a fragrant vine, and the small green leaves faintly concealed some of the books.

On the delicate mahogany writing desk, there are several English books, a marble ink tank, a computer with an LCD screen, and CDs scattered randomly around the keyboard. Qin Mu felt that Chonghua's saying was really right, he really liked the environment of this house very, very much.

Sikong Lu saw the envy in Qin Mu's eyes, covered his mouth and smiled, took out a flat small gold box from the bookshelf, opened it, and what was placed inside was an old-fashioned pocket watch that had faded, Qin Mu was surprised, Sikong Wenzheng Ronghua I, the most treasured thing turned out to be an old-fashioned pocket watch.

Sikong Lu opened the pocket watch, which contained a photo of a woman smiling quietly, and said with a slight smile: "This is the most cherished thing by my father, and it is said that my mother gave him a love object." ”

Qin Mu took the pocket watch from Sikong Lu's hand, the tentacles were cold, not heavy, but it felt heavy, Qin Mu understood a little bit that Sikong Wenzheng would think that this was the most cherished thing in his life, and the man who could build an ice cellar for his wife in his house was so infatuated with that woman.

Unconsciously, it was noon time, Sikong Lu insisted on keeping Qin Mu and Xiaobai for lunch, Qin Mu was not easy to refuse, Xiaobai, who was a little hostile to Sikong Lu, also eliminated that bit of hostility after seeing Sikong Lu's lunch.

After lunch, Sikong Lu watched the Lincoln car take Qin Mu away.

Qin Mu returned to the clinic and used the judge's pen to write Sikong Wenzheng's name on the booklet, still using a small seal, but this time, as soon as the name was written, a flash of light flashed, and the original black name turned red.

"How?" After Xiaobai walked around the house, he turned around and found Qin Mu holding the booklet with a solemn face: "This kind of thing of searching for people should be very simple for you, what is such a solemn expression for." ”

"Sikong Wenzheng is dead." Qin Mu muttered.

"Isn't it dead, isn't it resurrected, and I ran out of the ice cellar." Xiao Bai glanced at Qin Mu in surprise.

Qin Mu smiled bitterly: "Do you think that at such a low temperature, a frozen person can wake up and break the ice coffin?" Even the demon clan can't do it, let alone humans? ”

"And what do you mean?"

"Sikong Wenzheng has always been dead. There is no resurrection. Qin Mu glanced at the red letters on the booklet to Xiao Bai, only the dead people would turn into red names after using the judge's note.

"What then?" Xiaobai was dumbfounded: "Didn't you definitely find her father after playing a package ticket?" Thinking of Sikong Lu's lunch, Xiaobai felt a pain in her stomach, such a beautiful woman.

"I promised to find it, and I will find it." Qin Mu smiled, prepared incense and wine, and a bowl.

"Do you want to recruit Uncle Bai?" Xiao Bai took a look at it and knew that these were the things used to summon Uncle Bai or the Black Pearl.

"Uncle Bai? What to do with him? Qin Mu glanced at Xiao Bai inexplicably, lit the incense with a lighter, and was reluctant to use spiritual power, put it in front of the bowl, and then took the bowl and said to Xiao Bai: "Go get some water." I want to conjure spirits. ”

"The conjuring at noon? Any ghost with common sense will not come out well. Xiaobai complained to complain, but he still took the bowl in Qin Mu's hand and went to the kitchen to fill the water.

"You know what, little girl." Qin Mu shook his head, found a small cup, and poured some wine, instead of pouring it full like the last time he summoned Uncle Bai.

Xiao Bai took the water, Qin Mu took it, put it aside, his fingers gently circled in the water in the bowl, muttering a mantra in his mouth, Xiao Bai turned into a body and listened to the side, and vaguely heard Qin Mu calling Sikong Wenzheng's name in a very strange tone.

The wine on the small wine glass slowly swayed three times, a pair of simple black cloth shoes, gray socks man's feet suddenly appeared on the other side of the table, on the top, there were navy blue pants, some gray patches, as if the work clothes had not been washed for a long time, slowly, the upper body also appeared, it was still navy blue clothes, a bit like the clothes in the factory workshop, a very ordinary old man, sitting in front of Qin Mu.

His face is somewhat similar to Sikong Lu, staring at Qin Mu expressionlessly at the moment, Qin Mu is also looking at Sikong Wenzheng, which is a little different from the Sikong Wenzheng he imagined, in the final analysis, it is still those books in the county library that are preconceived and shape Sikong Wenzheng into a business legend, such a business legend should not wear a worker's clothes.

Obviously, the person opposite is Sikong Wenzheng, which can be found from his very similar face to Sikong Lu, but Qin Mu still coughed and asked, "You are Sikong Wenzheng." ”

The ghost still looked at Qin Mu expressionlessly.

"Uh...... Sikong Lutuo, I'm coming to you. Seeing that the other party ignored him, Qin Mu said with some embarrassment.

At this time, the old man's face was a little loose, and he moved his lips, as if he was trying something, Qin Mu waited patiently, and after a long time, he heard the old man spit out two words intermittently: "Lu...... Lu'er ......"

Qin Mu nodded and said, "She misses you very much." ”

As if he had found an outlet, Sikong Wenzheng couldn't cry: "But I...... But I'm sorry for her...... I'm sorry Wenxiu......"

"Where the hell have you been, you haven't been resurrected, have you?" Qin Mu asked excitedly. Wenxiu is probably Sikong Lu's mother's name.

"I don't know what to do...... I don't know what I will come to you again, I have been walking, I have been walking, I have been walking, Wenxiu is not far from me, but I can't walk no matter how I go...... Can't go...... To ......" Speaking of this, Qin Mu was surprised to find that Sikong Wenzheng's soul was gradually fading, as if it was about to disappear in the next moment.

"How could this be, the summoned soul would leave involuntarily, Qin Mu is someone ......" Xiao Bai was startled when he saw Sikong Wenzheng disappear in place.

Qin Mu was able to invite this out during the day, and his skill was needless to say, but now that this soul had suddenly left, how could he say it?

Qin Mu didn't answer, looking at the bowl of runic water, his face was solemn.