Chapter Twenty-Four: Embroidering the Red Robe

  Qin Zhong couldn't help but have some physiological reactions when he saw the things on the table, but he suppressed his emotional fluctuations and leaned forward to take a look at Han Jun: "Uncle Han, are there any more aunts in your family?"

  "No, I live in this house by myself."

  Qin Zhong was a bit displeased with this answer. One person, living in such a big house, is truly extravagant. However, he said that there wasn't any "daji" (aunt) in the house, so where did this "daji" come from? That's a very crucial question: "You live in your own house, then where did the 'daji' they mentioned go?"

  "Big Aunt!" Han Jun's expression was extremely ugly, he looked around: "No way, there really is no Big Aunt here, could it be that this time a formidable one has arrived? That would be troublesome."

  Qin Zhong's eyes slightly sank: "Alright, let's first save Da Ya and then talk about it later. I'll keep an eye on the other places."

  The Korean army began to treat the injury of Da Ya. He first took out the needle from the wooden box and put it into the cinnabar. Then, he rotated the acupuncture needle in the cinnabar for a circle before inserting it into several major acupoints on Da Ya's face with force. He then pried open Da Ya's mouth with his hand and fed him a medicinal pill.

  "Alright, I've done what I had to do, whether he can get up or not is up to him now." Han Jun said.

  Qin Zhong sneered: "This guy is lucky, but has no luck with women. This time I think he should be done for!"

  "Right on!"

  Two people were talking, and suddenly Dàyǎo let out a sigh. His white lips moved up and down: "What's wrong with me? Why do I always feel like I'm floating on clouds, and now I'm lying here again."

  "Haha, looks like you were electrocuted and fainted. You'll be fine when you wake up." Han Jun also let out a sigh of relief this time, his plan had succeeded.

  Qin Zhong looked at Da Ya's condition, seemingly very weak. This kind of dazed state was normal, but what about that aunt just now? He kept thinking, no matter how he thought about it from the beginning or in reverse, he couldn't figure out this aunt.

  From his departure with the Korean army to his return, nothing made sense. Suddenly, he thought of a backyard in this villa, could it be that someone entered from another entrance?

  Qin Zhong didn't stop, hastily rushing to the first floor where there were windows. After a glance, it seemed that every place was well-preserved. He quickly ran back to the hall: "Uncle Han, does your second floor still have windows?"

  "Of course there is, where is a house without windows?" Han Jun didn't know what Qin Zhong was thinking at this time, and when he wanted to ask, Qin Zhong simply didn't give him the opportunity.

  Qin Zhong immediately went upstairs, Han Jun was curious and followed closely behind him.

  Qin Zhong went up to the second floor, and at every window on the second floor, he seemed to have looked around each one tightly closed until he walked into the last room, only to find that this room was similar to the first-floor rest room in the archives building, with a wave of heat emanating from the room without even opening the door.

  "Hey, it's been a long time since you've opened this place?" Qin Zhong asked.

  Han Jun's face suddenly changed color, and he muttered to himself for half a day without saying anything. It wasn't until the end that he asked: "Xiao Zhong, are you overthinking things? Your Uncle Han's house isn't so strange, is it? Besides, this room hasn't been opened in over a decade, what problem could possibly arise here?"

  "Mr. Han is overthinking, I just wanted to take a look, if Mr. Han is not convenient, then Qin Zhong won't look." Qin Zhong still paid attention to politeness and didn't forcefully enter the room that hadn't been opened for over a decade. He turned around and walked down the stairs from the second floor with a thoughtful expression. When he reached the intersection of the first and second floors, he suddenly noticed a footprint on the window at the intersection, which seemed to have been wiped clean due to the reflection of light.

  "Uncle Han, when was the last time you cleaned your house?" Qin Zhong noticed that the environment around this intersection didn't seem to have been cleaned recently. The only new thing was the footprint on the windowsill, and it looked strangely familiar.

  The Korean army gathered in front of the window, looked around, and seemed to have found nothing. However, he still had to respond to Qin Zhong's words to dispel his doubts: "Hey, my family is regularly cleaned up, generally speaking, it's a big cleanup every two weeks, and there are only two days left before calling someone to clean up."

  "Haha, you're really good at enjoying life, even cleaning the room needs to be outsourced. But you still have two days to clean up, which means your home hasn't been cleaned for at least a dozen days?"

  "Right."

  Qin Zhong opened the window on the stairs, stretched out his head to look around the building, although it was already late, but when he came out of room 137, the flashlight in his hand was still with him, shining the flashlight, and looked around the building again, which made him more determined about his own thoughts.

  He closed the window at the junction and turned back to say with great confidence, "Does Uncle Han's family have a video recorder or something like that, DV?"

  "This is available, but what do you want that thing for?"

  "Let's go and take a look at that locked room of yours, I have a feeling that I'll find something there." Qin Zhong's confident expression seemed to have already convinced Han Jun.

  The Korean soldier shook his head and muttered, "You're really the descendant of Old Qin's family. With this stubbornness of yours, I'm impressed. Your dad's death was because of this too. Alright, what do you want me to get for you? Later, I'll open the door upstairs for you."

  When the Korean army went downstairs, Da Ya yawned and asked to find a room to rest. Qin Zhong saw that Da Ya's actions were a bit like those of a woman, but he didn't pay attention to him either.

  But when Mona and Mark helped Da Ya get up, Qin Zhong carefully discovered that when Da Ya walked, his ankles seemed to be a bit off, and Da Ya seemed to be staring at him with the corner of his eye. This made Qin Zhong suddenly feel that something was not quite right, but he was in a hurry to go upstairs to take a look at the small room, so he didn't pay attention to Da Ya.

  Before long, the Korean military arranged for Da Ya to be taken care of and brought a DV from a room on the first floor. They took the already vomiting Duona and Mark upstairs with them.

  Qin Zhong took over the DV and tried it out: "Not bad, at first glance it's a Japanese thing. This thing is still something to be proud of for the Japanese. Let's go upstairs."

  The Korean soldier opened the door at the far end of the second floor. As soon as he opened it, a musty smell wafted into Qin Zhong's eyes. He looked down and observed that the floor inside the room seemed very clean. Whether it was the walls or the furniture and beds inside, everything was kept in a very tidy and clean state. On the wall in the middle, a black-and-white portrait hung, and the person in the portrait looked very young. However, on the ancestral tablet placed on the altar below, it was clearly written: "The seat of my beloved wife Yu Huan."

  The Korean soldier's face changed, with an inexplicable discomfort and entanglement on his face, and his eyes seemed to be filled with tears.

  "Is this Auntie?"

  "Yes, she died young. Since moving into this house, she didn't get to enjoy a single day of good fortune before passing away. Ah, not opening the door to this room is also because I'm afraid of missing him. So every day I work hard and frantically study some strange and mysterious skills, barely managing to get by. But thinking about it now, it's still better than nothing, I've already gotten used to it."

  This is probably what people often say about the pain of parting from loved ones.

  Qin Zhong held the DV and bowed three times in front of Yu Huan's grave: "Aunt, I'm Qin Zhong, your nephew. I don't know if you're at peace here. This time, I just wanted to borrow your house for a bit, please forgive me, I'll leave soon."

  Qin Zhong's DV only recorded the ground, then he took a picture of the windowsill and opened it, taking another circle outside. However, as he continued to take pictures, suddenly a dark shadow appeared in one of the rooms on the first floor, making it seem like there were many people inside. This made him feel that something was off, so he immediately zoomed in the DV's lens again, discovering that the person sitting by the window was Da Ya.

  Dàyá was making a big fuss in the house, it's unclear what he was doing. Suddenly, the window of his room opened with a bang, and when I looked again, a head appeared from inside the room - it was Dàyá's face.

  Qin Zhong's lens zoomed in again, and the DV camera was already at its closest distance. At this moment, everything in the first-floor room could be seen very clearly. When he saw the scene inside the house, he was shocked. Daxia was actually embroidering a red robe in the room.