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Shen Tong walked straight to the center of the study. To an ordinary person, it was merely a luxurious study belonging to a wealthy family, but in her Right Eye's vision, the entire space was suffused with a swirling black aura—Death Qi. The room was thick with this inky Death Qi, clinging to the edges of the furniture and crawling across the floor and walls. Amidst this pitch-black Death Qi, there were several unusual crimson threads, winding and pulsing like veins, extending toward a corner of the room.
Hearing Shen Tong's words, Lin Mingchang furrowed his brow. "How do you know that more than one person has died in this room?"
"I don't need anyone to tell me," Shen Tong replied calmly. "Death Qi leaves traces. The Death Qi in this room has two different forms—recent death and one from long ago."
Upon hearing this, the Yu suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud. "I knew it! This old house is indeed problematic! It’s a haunted house..."
"Calm down." Lin Mingchang ignored the Yu's lamentations and turned to Butler Feng. "Butler Feng, you must know what happened ten years ago, right?"
Butler Feng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "There is indeed such a matter. Ten years ago, Old Patriarch Wu Fengtian... that is, Young Master’s father... also died in this study... His death was very similar to Young Master’s..."
A flicker of surprise crossed Lin Mingchang's eyes as he looked at Shen Tong.
Shen Tong paid no attention to their conversation and wandered alone within the study. Her Right Eye throbbed faintly as strands of dark red Death Qi swirled around the room, seemingly drawn by something toward the bookshelf.
She approached the bookshelf and gently brushed her fingers over the rows of bound books. Her fingers paused on an inconspicuous groove on the wall behind the bookshelf.
"There’s something here."
Lin Mingchang immediately stepped forward to investigate and indeed found a small mechanism hidden within the wall's groove. He carefully pressed on the edge of the groove, and with a faint click, a narrow seam opened in the wall beside the bookshelf—it was clearly a hidden door; there was actually a secret chamber here!
The Yu and Butler Feng were equally astonished, both expressing that they had never known there was a secret chamber in the study.
Lin Mingchang gestured for Shen Tong to step back as he cautiously pulled open the hidden door.
Inside was a rather small secret chamber, about two or three square meters in size, with bare walls and only a solitary easel in the middle holding a portrait.
The canvas depicted a sinister face—a middle-aged man in his fifties wearing a traditional Chinese long coat, his gaze cold and piercing. The artist who painted this portrait must have been exceptionally skilled; every brushstroke was meticulous, especially the eyes of the figure in the painting—they seemed alive, staring intently at the intruders before them.
"Oh my God!" Butler Feng exclaimed. "This... this person in the painting is Old Patriarch who once died in this house!"
Old Butler stumbled back two steps in panic. "Could this be what Young Master meant by that note? 'The Person in the Painting is Alive'..."
"Ridiculous," Lin Mingchang said instinctively.
"No, it's not absurd." Shen Tong reached out to stop Lin Mingchang, who was about to enter the secret room.
"Don't go in," she whispered. "There's something wrong with this painting."
Although Lin Mingchang was skeptical, Shen Tong's serious expression made him pause. After witnessing Shen Tong's discovery of the secret room, he was curious about her abilities, even if he didn't believe in the so-called "Wang Qi." "What could possibly be wrong with a painting?"
"This painting is soaked in resentment; you mustn't touch it with bare hands."
In Shen Tong's Right Eye, the painting was entangled with a mass of black and red Yuan Qi, swirling like a panicked swarm of ants, extending outward with intense hatred and obsession.
What shocked her even more was that the eyes of the figure in the painting were the most concentrated with Yuan Qi, their rolling aura making it seem as if those eyes were truly... moving!
Lin Mingchang instructed the Little Officer beside him to find a clean sheet and wrap the ominous painting securely, saying, "Take it back to the police station for examination immediately."
Feeling that her presence was no longer needed, Shen Tong left behind a few talismans to ward off evil spirits and promised to return the next day. After giving a brief nod to Old Butler and Lin Mingchang, she left decisively.
When Shen Tong returned to her old house on the outskirts of the city, night had fallen.
It was a simple small courtyard that had once been home to her and her grandmother, but now she lived there alone.
To others, the Shen family duo were well-known mediums in Spring City.
Like her grandmother, Shen Tong had been blind since birth in her Right Eye; yet despite her blindness, she could see things others could not.
Growing up beside her grandmother, she learned how to control and utilize this "Guan Sha" ability and how to discern different types of Qi—Anger, Death Qi, illness Qi, Yuan Qi...
After her grandmother passed away, Shen Tong took over her Wang Qi business.
Today's Wang Qi had drained much of her energy, especially the Yuan Qi from that painting, which was surprisingly intense.
Shen Tong lit an oil lamp and removed the eye patch from her Right Eye, gently rubbing her temples.
She opened a drawer and took out a small wooden box left by her grandmother. Inside was a peculiar feather that had a metallic texture and shimmered with vibrant colors under the candlelight.
This was a gift from her grandmother; its origin remained unknown.
In the deep of night, she fell into a dream.
In her dream, she saw an oddly shaped giant bird with human faces on its wings and claws like gilded scissors.
The eyes of this giant bird bore an astonishing resemblance to those of Wu Fengtian in the painting!
The giant bird let out a screech and suddenly dove towards her!
Shen Tong woke up in a panic, drenched in sweat.
Outside the window, it was still dark.
Meanwhile, at the police station, Lin Mingchang, who was working late, finally received the preliminary test results.
The test report indicated that the paint used in the portrait contained two components—one was the highly toxic Cyanide, and the other was the very rare Mandragora Pollen.
Lin Mingchang paced excitedly in his office. "Mandragora Pollen can induce hallucinations, which explains why Wu Hongzhi has been seeing 'The Person in the Painting is Alive.' As for Cyanide..."
"It should be the cause of death," Liu interjected, his eyes bloodshot from exhaustion.
Lin Mingchang nodded, recalling Shen Tong's calm face. If she hadn't alerted him to the issue with the painting, he might have touched it without hesitation.
In that case, he could have been poisoned too. It seemed he would have to make a special trip to thank her tomorrow.
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