Chapter 16 The Key Point

Qin Jian narrowed his eyes and nodded calmly. "The *Jiao Hong Ji* (The Story of Jiao Hong) is a play," he continued, "and the story it tells is also very old-fashioned. It's about a pair of ancient lovers who couldn't be together."

"But what I want to talk about is the ending of this story," his tone suddenly changed. "The heroine dies full of resentment, and the hero is willing to guard her spirit tablet for the rest of his life, never marrying."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng blinked and said cautiously, "So, in this story, the heroine dies, but the hero doesn't, is that right, Young Master Huang...no, no," Jiang Cheng showed a look of extreme panic, as if he knew he had misspoke, "Mr. Qin?"

Qin Jian took a deep breath and smiled at Jiang Cheng, "That's right."

"Could this clue be a kind of hint?" Shi Liaozhi saw that nothing had happened, and his courage gradually grew, his expression not as fearful as it was at first.

"This song is hinting to us that Young Master Huang is actually alive, and he became like this because of a woman."

"This woman is probably his lover. After the woman died, Young Master Huang missed her so much that he became mentally confused, turning into what he is now," he said in one breath.

Combining the information they had now, his speculation sounded quite reasonable.

As of now, this Young Master Huang should be the key person to breaking the situation, and what they need to do most urgently is to dig out the story behind Young Master Huang.

If there are no accidents, this story is the cause of Young Master Huang's madness.

And all of this is also consistent with their identity in this instance.

They are doctors, and a doctor's job is to treat illnesses.

Mental illnesses are also illnesses, of course.

Not long after entering this instance, they had very limited clues, and there was no need to discuss it any further. After eating, the three groups dispersed in batches, each returning to their own homes.

Although no one mentioned it, everyone had a feeling that this strange Young Master Huang...would appear again tonight.

So everyone prepared to take advantage of the good sunshine to seize the time to rest.

As soon as he closed the door, Xia Meng caught Jiang Cheng and dragged him to the bed.

"Be gentle," Jiang Cheng shyly twisted his body, his cheeks flushed white, and said, "I'm not ready yet!"

Xia Meng was already used to Jiang Cheng's train of thought and went straight to the point, "Did you see something?"

Jiang Cheng blinked his innocent eyes.

Xia Meng sneered, "You better be smart, I don't believe you didn't see something, daring to run directly out of Young Master Huang's room?"

"Although Young Master Huang's behavior is a bit strange, I don't believe you dare to take such a big risk?" Xia Meng said in one breath, "Aren't you afraid of angering Young Master Huang and being killed directly?"

"Yeah, yeah," Fatty had no intention of helping and glared his eyes as he asked, "And Doctor, you don't even know what posture Young Master Huang was in before, how could you judge that Young Master Huang you went upstairs to face was dangerous?"

"Just based on a strange posture?" Fatty said, "I don't believe it."

Jiang Cheng turned his head and looked in the direction of the window. The window was open, and outside was a vast expanse of blue lake. As the breeze blew, ripples appeared on the lake.

"The Young Master Huang you saw was sitting up?" Jiang Cheng looked at Xia Meng and suddenly asked.

Xia Meng's expression paused for a moment, and after a while, she nodded, "Is there a problem?"

"On that wooden bed behind the red curtains?"

"Yes," Xia Meng's expression became more and more exciting. After a while, she seemed to suddenly realize something, and the fingers that were originally pulling on Jiang Cheng's sleeve trembled slightly.

"I didn't see any Young Master Huang at all," Jiang Cheng exhaled. "When I went up, that wooden bed was empty, and there was no one in the room."

As if a chill had rushed up from the soles of his feet, instantly breaking through Fatty's defenses, this belated fear made his face as pale as if he had been drained of blood.

"So..." He stared at the doctor, his teeth chattering.

He finally understood why the always cautious doctor ran down immediately regardless of the danger. He never thought that the scene in the room would be like this.

Young Master Huang...was gone.

No, not gone, he just...disappeared, or rather, he hid, hiding in the room, in a place they couldn't see.

For example...the ceiling, or lying behind the screen.

"I think if it was just an empty room, there's no way you could stay for a few minutes, or even longer," Jiang Cheng reached out and pulled back his sleeve, which was still clutched in Xia Meng's hand. "It doesn't make sense," he continued.

"So...that Young Master Huang had already left the bed," Xia Meng barely broke free from the shock. She gritted her teeth and stared at Jiang Cheng's eyes, "But he hid, hiding in the dark waiting...waiting to attack us."

"So that Qin Jian who went up after you, Doctor..." Fatty's throat rolled, looking at Jiang Cheng and saying, "He...he was..."

"He stayed long enough," Xia Meng said, something flashing quickly in her eyes, "And even more coincidentally, after he came down, Young Master Huang suddenly got tired and didn't see anyone else."

...

"Are you sure?"

It was Shi Liaozhi who spoke, his expression now rather strange, as if he was eager to confirm some kind of fact.

"I'm sure," Chen Qiang, who was sitting upright in a chair beside him, nodded.

Zuo Qing, who was elegantly dressed, turned her head. In the light, her body was curvaceous, and her thin lips parted slightly, saying words as cold as if they had no temperature: "Little friend," she said seemingly inadvertently, "this is not like the outside, everyone must be responsible for what they say."

"If you are deliberately fabricating lies to attract our attention, creating the illusion that you are valuable, so as to achieve the purpose of obtaining our protection," she chuckled, "I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible."

"Because once exposed, you will die very ugly," she stared into Chen Qiang's eyes, "especially ugly."

"I'm sure," Chen Qiang took a breath and still nodded, "What Qin Jian said is problematic. The person who wrote the *Jiao Hong Ji* back then was named Meng Chengshun, and he was a person from the Ming Dynasty."

He raised his head, his eyes carrying a calmness rarely seen in newcomers, "But this is the Song Dynasty, how could that Young Master Huang understand and sing a play that only appeared hundreds of years later?"

"We are the ones who traveled through time," Chen Qiang said, "not him."

"So...that Qin Jian is lying?" Shi Liaozhi swallowed, "Judging from his knowledge of the *Jiao Hong Ji*, he wasn't killed and replaced by a ghost, because ghosts couldn't possibly know this. His real purpose is to interfere with the vision of others."

"He's looking for a scapegoat for himself!" Zuo Qing suddenly said.