Occultism is an ancient discipline involving herbal medicine, history, religion, philosophy, and mythology.

Ying thought that as a occultist, Su Lixian must be a cold researcher. The room should be neat and cold, with pale experimental equipment everywhere. But when he opened the door, he saw a flower tree standing under the room.

Restricted by the height of the ceiling, the flower trees do not grow very high, but they appear to be lush and leafy. The wintersweet-like flowers are dotted between the leaves. They are real plants that were rare in the old world, not chemical imitations.

A cold fragrance hit his face, and Ying's footsteps stopped at the door.

He saw that in addition to this beautiful flower tree, the walls were covered with pale roses, the ceiling was dotted with pure white lilies, and even the wooden stairs on the side were accompanied by green vines, which were extremely bright and the whole house was full of vitality.

As if it could breathe.

There are ink paintings hanging on the walls, as if there had been a woman standing here, adding strokes of appropriate shades one by one. She would show a bright smile, and she would also carefully cultivate beautiful flowers and trees, and her life would be romantic and romantic.

Full of sentiment.

——But Ying only felt cold inside.

Through the information on the body, Ying already knew about Su Wensheng's past life - Su Lixian was Su Wensheng's mother, but she almost did not appear in Su Wensheng's life. Her address, work, and phone number were all unknown. Even her grandmother was sick and Su Wensheng was killed.

When she was locked up, she did not show up, not even a phone call to express condolences.

She is the most famous occultist. But she didn't care at all about what happened to Su Wensheng and allowed him to be tortured. She even planted flowers and painted here with great sentimentality.

Ying's fists clenched tightly. The more he observed the warmth of this building, the more he felt Su Wensheng's helplessness.

【——Why don’t I have a mother? 】

[——Why doesn’t she care about me? Why does she never call me? Is there something I did wrong? 】

【--why why……】

The brighter the flowers and plants, the more cold the family relationship appears.

Ying searched the building for a long time but found no valuable clues. However, there was a beautiful harp in Zurich's room.

Bivis said: "Ms. Zurichen likes to play the harp, and this is her favorite harp. We all think that if she had not been immersed in the occult, maybe she would have become an extremely outstanding harp player."

Ying touched the gorgeous carvings of the harp and looked at the expensive harp with cold eyes.

Bivis said: "The paintings downstairs are paintings jointly created by Ms. Zu Lixian and Ms. Lin Yuzi. They are companions."

Ying said: "Lin Yuzi?"

Bivis said: "Even Yi Zhongyu's mother passed away several years ago."

Ying sneered: "Su Lixian is really popular. The Yi family is not an ordinary family. She can actually become friends with Yi Zhongyu's mother."

Beavis smiled slightly: "Ms. Zurich is the most famous occultist. There are many people who want to make friends with her. If she had not committed a major crime, she would still have a place in the world today. She is such a dazzling person.

.”

Ying wondered in a daze, is there a possibility that Su Ming'an's mother will be as dazzling as Su Lixian?

Shadow carried the camera and pointed it at Beavis: "You can leave now, I want to check the computer in her room."

Beavis' face was stiff: "I don't have to leave, I can guide you..."

The camera shot up in an instant, almost squeezing Beavis's entire face. Beavis stepped back with a livid face. He must have been photographed in an extremely ugly way. The first dream patrolman didn't know how to find a shooting angle, so he directly died from the angle.

Face slapped wildly.

"No guidance is needed, I'm going to check her computer, hurry up, hurry up!" The image drove the pigs in the pig pen and drove Beavis out of the room.

There was a "bang" sound, and the door closed. Beavis clenched his fists, and his fingernails drew blood.

…

Ying opened the computer in the room, but there were only some insignificant occult records. He felt irritated - as expected, no useful clues would be left here, and the coalition government had already searched for everything.

Just as he was looking around, a halo of light in the corner swept across his body, as if verifying his irises, and then an electronic mechanical sound sounded:

…

【Welcome back, Ms. Su Lixian.】

【Please enter password:?】

…

"Huh?" Ying narrowed his eyes.

——Is this a backup plan left behind by Su Lixian?

This is a mechanism that only appears when authenticating iris, which means that no one has successfully opened it. He really found something new. But why can his iris pass the authentication?

"Password?" Ying didn't know what password Su Wensheng's mother would set, so she casually said: "6666?"

…

[Wrong password, please try again. (The remaining times are four, the times are used up, and the information will be destroyed.)]

…

"Hey, hey, hey, there are only four chances." Ying raised his eyebrows: "Let me think about it... Su Wensheng's birthday... Forget it, such a heartless mother will definitely not use this as a password..."

He thought for a moment, then gave up.

Give the problem directly to the main body and display it beautifully.

"Ontology, there is a password here, please see what you should enter..."

…

Su Ming'an sat on the railing of the bridge, and the long wind at night blew his black hair with moist moisture.

Wang Mingming, Han Han and Shang Qi were sitting next to each other. It was vacation time, and they chose to look at the scenery and play cards.

"Hey, Su Xiaobai, don't you come to play?" Wang Mingming shouted.

Su Mingan shook his head, his legs hanging on the railings of the long bridge, with the endless wide river below.

Su Mingan whispered: "Try 0528."

0528 is Zurich's birthday.

…

[Wrong password, please try again. (The remaining times are three times)]

…

"792801." Su Mingan said.

792801 is Zurich's laboratory code.

…

[Wrong password, please try again. (remaining times twice)]

…

"Wait, I'll think of a way." Su Mingan rubbed his temples.

"Okay, then I'll give up now." Ying said.

Breathing the moist air, Su Mingan squinted his eyes and looked at the gradually drooping glow in the distance.

The street lights turned on one by one, and people began to walk out of the buildings and put away their clothes to dry.

At this moment, a flash of light flashed through Su Mingan's mind like thunder and lightning. His body trembled and he suddenly said:

“Try 3030!”

Ying frowned and entered "3030".

…

【The password is correct.】

…

Ying looked at the electronic screen that suddenly unfolded in front of him in surprise. After the password was correct, there was only one file inside: [Recording.mp3].

——Did Zurich only leave a recording?

Click to play the video.

The clear voice of the young man came:

"Hello."

Ying was shocked - this was Su Wensheng's voice! This recording was actually made by Su Wensheng.

Shadow said: "Noumenon, I'm playing a recording here, please listen carefully."

Su Mingan sat on the railing and listened carefully with the help of common senses.

Su Wensheng’s recording said:

"If you can hear this recording, you must be Su Wensheng."

"You have to remember what I say next."

"You must be wondering why you often lose your memory. Because you carry the wishes of too many people, and this emotion lasts for thousands of years. If you always keep their emotions in mind, you will be swallowed up by endless emotions.
To be continued...