Song Xian hesitated for a while.

After I spoke to you, I spoke for more than ten minutes, the old lady finally let go.

We accompanied Song Xian back to her house again.

Song Xian wanted to place the urn on the camp bed and said that she would bask in the sun for her parents.

When the old man said this, he became very sad, his eyes were red and full of tears.

She stroked the two urns guiltily, and then talked to herself, saying something that neither Skinny nor I heard.

Song Xian didn't care so much about that expensive small wooden box.

I placed the wooden box on the TV cabinet.

The TV is still there, but the power supply is unplugged. The old TV is not even an LCD screen, and it is very large. The TV cabinet is also very large, with debris piled up, but it is more than enough to put a small wooden box in the empty space.

There are no one living in the six villages of Gongnong, and the valuable property in the house has been taken away. But it is difficult to guarantee that no thieves will come here to break into the empty door.

The small wooden box is placed next to the debris, and it is inconspicuous and should not be noticed by people like thieves.

I checked the power supply, doors and windows in the room again.

Last time the Song family came to sign a contract and approved the house area, they checked these. However, that time we watched Song Xian’s two sons take a walk around.

The power supply and doors and windows are indeed closed.

I looked at Song Xian.

Song Xian wiped off his tears, stood up tremblingly, and walked towards the door.

The thin man helped her.

I called Song Xian again and watched the taxi go away. I called Song Xian’s two sons to explain the matter.

"... Some things in the house may be ashes and relics of the old lady's parents. The things are temporarily placed in the house. The old lady took the taxi just now. Well... I've talked to your brother, too." I said something similar to both sides.

After giving the explanation, I hung up the phone, and Shouzi and I also walked to the neighborhood committee.

Director Mao told us, Fatty and the three of us, to take the property owner to verify the situation of the house.

In front of Director Mao, of course we can’t talk about ghosts and weird things, just talk about Song Xian.

"...Her parents died very early, right?"

Director Mao shook his head, "I have never heard of it. That old aunt... I never mentioned her parents when she moved here, nor did she hear about whom she went to visit the grave. Oh, I still have some impression of her husband holding a funeral when he died."

"What did her two sons say?" asked the thin man.

"Everyone was surprised." I recalled.

The two brothers were surprised when they heard that Song Xian came to the old house. They were even more surprised when they heard about the ashes and relics of their grandparents.

When they hung up the phone, their tone sounded absent-minded. I don’t know if they were still surprised or because of the “relics”.

I thought about it and thought it should be the former.

They didn't ask about the relics. My brother confirmed with me about the old lady's visit to the sixth village of Gongnong Village, while my brother confirmed with me, "My grandparent?"

Before the Fatty and the others came back, another property owner came to ask about the contract.

There are still people who have signed a demolition compensation agreement and want to change it.

Overall, the owners of the six villages of Workers and Peasants are easy to talk to. It may also be because of the death of a few people who were particularly troublesome. By chance, they have the effect of "killing a chicken to warn the monkey", and others are easier to talk to. We have a tough tone and come up with rules and regulations, so the other party will not be entangled.

I heard that Jiang You's group was very stingy when they met some things. They came to change the agreement as brothers, and the younger brothers and sisters followed suit to make trouble. There were also old men and grandchildren living in the house with their grandchildren, insisting on signing the contract, so they asked for ten houses in the city center, and the others were not negotiated.

This should be considered a blessing in disguise.

I try to think optimistically.

All day long, I paid attention to the road outside the window and the situation outside.

Ye Qing said, "The demons danced around", but I could only see the bright sunshine outside the window.

When I got off work, the sun set and cars came and went on the street. I didn’t see any scene of demons dancing around.

Ye Qing’s prediction is wrong?

I returned home with questions, had supper with my parents, and went back to my room to watch the news.

I have followed some accounts in the entertainment industry before, and now I see their updated news.

The crew of "The Hot Spring Villa Murder" was cursed and suffered a lot of bad luck. The crew had dozens of people, and the remaining two hands were counted.

As a survivor, Nan Tian was specially picked up by domestic media. The deaths of Han Ji and Bian Sijun were also captured by entertainment media.

The two have no names in the news, only the synonyms of Assistant Nantian and the Translator.

Qingye did not appear on the screen, and Nangong Yao was not discovered by the media. Only Nantian's photos appeared on the Internet.

Nan Tian in the photo is wearing a baseball cap and large sunglasses, and he can hardly see half of his face.

The reporter described him as "rare silence", "depressed", and "a suspected newly-emerged relationship unfortunately died."

The gossip reporter seemed to regard Han Ji as Nan Tian’s lover, and also exposed Han Ji’s hard childhood. His parents were unknown when he was a girl, and he had no relatives and no reason, so he could only work hard and finish college. And her inspirational love path as a fan of Nan Tian, ​​she worked hard to win the job of Nan Tian’s assistant and successfully captured the hearts of the idol star.

Because Han Ji is dead and is involved in such a big incident and becomes one of the innocent victims, Nan Tian’s fans did not riot because of this gossip.

Some jokesters are clever and make jokes, and are scolded to make fun of others, and they do not accumulate virtue in their mouths.

The information I want to know is simply not found in these messy gossips.

Wu Ling and the others should return to China in the past two days, and Nan Tian has no reason to stay there.

That's what it should be over.

I wanted to close the page, and when my finger pressed on the screen, I suddenly remembered something.

I raised my finger and looked.

I remember that in the women's bathroom, my hand touched something and was cut.

It should be something like wire. But it is definitely not wire.

There is no yin energy, but it is not a normal item.

Invisible, very sharp.

It suddenly appears and disappears suddenly.

This is not a riddle.

I don't know what that is.

The wound on the fingers was gone, as if that was just my illusion.

I thought about it, sent a message to Wu Ling, and mentioned this matter.

When I was writing the information, I was also recalling that dream.

My fingers stopped on the keyboard and pressed a few garbled codes on the keyboard.

I remembered that in that bathroom, I didn’t see Han Ji.

I switched the page and read the news.

That's right, the news said that Han Ji and Bian Sijun both died in the women's bathroom and died of suffocation.

There was obviously no Han Ji in the bathroom!

My eyes moved slightly, and my eyes fell on my fingers.

Is it because of that thing?

I frowned and added a few more sentences to the text message I sent to Wu Ling.
Chapter completed!