Chapter 19 Adjudication

The girl pointed at Zhou Ze and screamed, but fortunately, she was already mad and her personality was fragmented, so for Zhou Ze, this so-called "accusation" had no effect at all.

No one would believe the words of a mentally disturbed person.

Moreover, even a normal person saying these words would be considered mentally abnormal.

But the lyrics that the girl had sung earlier in the tone of "Children's Opera" might seem nonsensical to others, just rumors, but in Zhou Ze's ears, he heard an unusual flavor.

What she sang,

Were epitaphs!

The so-called epitaphs are to summarize a person's life in the form of poetry, judging their past and predicting their future.

For example, in *Dream of the Red Chamber*, "One command, two orders, three people of wood, crying towards Jinling with even greater sorrow" is Wang Xifeng's epitaph.

A life of loneliness and widowhood, a curse to parents;

A lifetime of toil and hardship, working in vain for others,

Ultimately ending in spousal separation, and bitter, lonely, and miserable abandonment by all!

It was talking about Wang Ke. Wang Ke, like himself, grew up in an orphanage, so here it meant that Wang Ke had cursed his parents to death. After adulthood, he was busy with his career and neglected everything else. As for the last sentence, it was easy to understand: spousal separation.

Zhou Ze felt that Wang Ke might have noticed that his wife was seeing someone else, but he didn't expose it. Also, his daughter was chosen by a ghost messenger to be a vessel.

And then, the epitaph the girl sang to him,

Orphaned and alone since childhood, filled with fear and loneliness;

Just as he was about to climb the ladder to success, he fell prematurely into the netherworld, truly sighing…

The meaning referred to himself: an orphan, who after adulthood, relied on his own ability to become the director of a department before the age of thirty, just as he was rising to prominence, he suddenly died in a car accident.

As for "a good appearance but a heart of straw," it referred to Xu Le: outwardly beautiful but inwardly rotten. He looked decent enough, otherwise, he wouldn't have been chosen by the Lin family as a live-in son-in-law.

Here, "straw" does not refer to a robber who kills and loots, but to the fact that Xu Le, other than being good-looking, was actually just an empty-headed fool.

The original line, "Even with a good appearance, the inside is nothing but straw," is an evaluation of Jia Baoyu in *Dream of the Red Chamber*.

In fact, Zhou Ze felt that the description of Xu Le in the epitaph was very appropriate. The Lin family was rich, really rich. As a live-in son-in-law, it shouldn't be difficult for Xu Le to start a business or do something, but this guy was like a deadbeat literary youth who ran a bookstore that only lost money.

Of course, the girl's final record and fear were because she actually saw two lives in him.

One was the physical body,

The other was the soul.

In an instant,

She understood that she had seen a ghost.

This made Zhou Ze smile slightly. In that case, the girl in front of him shouldn't be possessed by a ghost.

He wasn't so bad that he'd scare a ghost into wetting herself like a sister-in-law.

The two nannies immediately came over to hold the girl down and kept comforting her.

Wang Ke also went over to persuade her verbally.

Zhou Ze looked around. This should be the girl's original boudoir, pink-themed, with a princess bed, very warm and lovely, but unfortunately, its owner was now in a mad state.

What Zhou Ze found strange was that since this girl wasn't a ghost, then where did the "Children's Opera" she just sang and the so-accurate epitaphs come from?

"Children's Opera" is a local tune of Tongcheng. Nowadays, only some elderly people still listen to it. Young people may not have even heard of it, but the girl just sang it very professionally.

Could it be that after the two personalities became disordered and merged, a new personality was created, and this personality has this special ability?

People often say that the line between genius and madman is very thin.

But thinking about it, it didn't seem right, but he wasn't sure what was wrong.

"Where is the Master?"

At this time, the girl suddenly spoke very calmly. She pushed away the nanny beside her and stood up.

"Has my Master returned home?"

Wang Ke was stunned in place.

Zhou Ze also opened his mouth slightly.

Was this a change of roles?

Had she become the mistress personality?

"A Qiu, I'm here." Mr. Zheng walked over at this time, and then signaled everyone to go out first, he wanted to comfort his "wife."

Walking to the balcony, Zhou Ze lit a cigarette.

"What's going on?" Wang Ke asked, standing beside Zhou Ze. His hope was on Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze shook his head. "Not possessed by a ghost."

"Is it really a mental problem?" Wang Ke pursed his chapped lips. He was now in a dilemma.

In fact, if he had insisted on his doctor's principles and given the girl psychological treatment from the beginning, things might not have developed into what they were now.

But it was too late to say all this now.

However, these things can't be blamed on Wang Ke alone. He wanted to get the support of investors, so naturally, he would try his best to please his investors.

In addition, from the way Mr. Zheng heard that his daughter's personality had switched to his wife and immediately came in, and the way he called "A Qiu," it could be seen that most of the problem was with him.

"What is this room for?" Zhou Ze pointed to the room next to the bedroom and asked. It was covered with white gauze, and the floor-to-ceiling windows were also tightly covered.

For some reason, Zhou Ze always felt that there was something inside that made him feel uncomfortable.

"It's the young lady's painting room," the young housekeeper said.

"Oh, can I go in and take a look?" Zhou Ze asked.

"This…" The housekeeper was a little embarrassed, then looked at Wang Ke.

"Let him take a look," Wang Ke nodded. "Knowing more about the young lady's situation will also help the progress of the treatment."

"Okay."

The housekeeper immediately went to get the key, opened the door, and then stood outside the door. Zhou Ze and Wang Ke walked in together.

"You liked painting when you were a child. I remember you once told me that you wanted to be a painter," Wang Ke said with some reminiscence.

"The orphanage didn't have that condition at the time," Zhou Ze said.

For Zhou Ze's situation at the time, learning to paint and doing art was really a bit unrealistic, so in the end, he chose medical school after the college entrance examination to make it easier to find a job to support himself.

"Don't worry, no matter how this matter ends, I won't bother you again," Wang Ke smiled bitterly. "Actually, I was also afraid. When I came to you last time, I was terrified."

Your daughter is a ghost messenger, if you knew about this, you would be scared unconscious, right?

At this time, the housekeeper shouted at the door, "Doctor Wang, Mr. Zheng is looking for you."

"I'll go take a look first. I'll send you away together later," Wang Ke left the painting room, leaving Zhou Ze alone here.

Zhou Ze walked around the painting room alone, looking at some of the paintings on the ground and on the walls. He was a little lost in thought. To be honest, although these paintings could be seen as the works of a young painter, each one seemed to have a special spirituality, reflecting the painter's own talent.

Finally, Zhou Ze stopped in front of an easel covered with black cloth. Without any psychological burden, he directly reached out and lifted the black cloth, and immediately, Zhou Ze's pupils shrank sharply.

The painting on the easel was a skull.

It didn't look special, after all, this kind of skull image could easily be found online.

But this skull gave Zhou Ze a feeling that his heart had stopped beating, and even his breathing seemed to slow down as a result.

This was a special feeling, an unusual resonance.

After taking several deep breaths in a row to calm his mind, Zhou Ze was able to look at the painting more carefully. Then, Zhou Ze discovered that the skull in the painting was a three-dimensional surface, especially the leftmost side, which had a sense of spatial folding.

This was like the difference between a flat drawing of a book cover and a three-dimensional drawing of a book cover.

This was a copy, because the girl's previous paintings were all in the style of delicate, refined scenery, but this one was completely different from her previous style!

Judging from the painting,

What she copied should be a book, or a booklet?

And the cover of that book or booklet was this skull.

Zhou Ze began to look around. When the girl painted this painting, she should have placed that thing in front of her to copy, so that thing was very likely in this painting room.

Soon, Zhou Ze found a small cabinet in the corner of the painting room. It wasn't locked. Zhou Ze opened the cabinet. Inside were some illustration booklets and some painting books. After flipping through them continuously, Zhou Ze finally found what he wanted. It was a booklet only the size of a palm, looking a bit like a driver's license.

Taking it out and placing it in front of him, the front was the skull, exactly the same as in the painting.

That's right, what the girl copied was this thing.

Zhou Ze subconsciously opened the booklet, but at the moment the booklet was opened,

The girl, who had just fallen asleep in the adjacent bedroom, suddenly opened her eyes, revealing a hint of crimson in her eyes, and then jumped directly off the bed. If the nannies beside her hadn't been quick-witted and grabbed her, she might have rushed out of the bedroom.

"Woo woo woo…"

The girl struggled desperately, and her nails scratched many bloody marks on the faces of the nannies.

"What's wrong again!"

Mr. Zheng ran back to the bedroom again, looking at his daughter like this, feeling extremely heartbroken.

And in the location separated by a wall, Zhou Ze kept the action of opening the booklet motionless.

However, in Zhou Ze's mind, there suddenly appeared men, women, old and young, appearing and disappearing quickly, but every time one appeared, several lines of black calligraphy would appear beside them, writing their epitaphs.

For a time, the terrifying amount of information made Zhou Ze's head dizzy.

"Hiss…"

Suddenly, Zhou Ze raised his head, took a deep breath, and closed the booklet at the same time.

This was no ordinary skull-themed booklet.

It recorded many people who had passed away and annotations of their lives.

This was also something Zhou Ze had never seen before.

At this time, Zhou Ze discovered that in the middle of the skull on the cover of the booklet, there was a burnt mark.

Zhou Ze subconsciously touched the mark with his fingernail.

At this moment, Zhou Ze's black fingernails grew out as if uncontrollably. The black aura on the fingernails rolled into the booklet, and the entire booklet began to become extremely hot, but it couldn't be thrown away, as if it was branded into Zhou Ze's flesh.

And the girl who was originally struggling madly in the next room suddenly became quiet, as if she had finally been liberated, and directly fell asleep.

The painful feeling didn't last long, but it was enough to make Zhou Ze drenched in sweat, as if he had just been enduring the torture of branding!

"Clatter…"

The booklet fell from Zhou Ze's hand.

Zhou Ze lowered his head, and beads of sweat kept dripping down.

But he saw two clear blood-red words appearing on the back of the booklet, which was originally just a black cover:

"The Netherworld has order,

The Underworld can be crossed."