Mai Fan's grandfather, Mai Mantun, is missing.

Right under McFan's nose.

It all started five minutes ago, when Mak Mantun was busy in the kitchen.

In order to celebrate the inauguration of the eldest grandson Mai Fan tomorrow, the dishes prepared by the grandfather are very rich in content.

When Mai Mantun picked up the fence and buttoned four or five bird's skin wontons with thin skin and large filling into the bowl......

'Bang!'

With a crisp sound, the fence fell directly to the ground.

Mai Fan, who was placing dishes and chopsticks in the dining room, heard the sound and pushed open the kitchen door, only to see a bowl of steaming wontons, a fence falling to the ground, and an empty kitchen without his grandfather.

"Isn't this fun! Don't make a fuss?!"

His grandfather was usually quite a child, but he never joked about his safety.

Mai Fan anxiously searched up and down in this small kitchen, making sure that there were no sudden black holes or inexplicable cracks, and then immediately turned around and ran to his grandfather's room.

It was a strange room, and that room was full of mystery to Mai Fan.

Mai Fan's grandfather came out of nowhere to make a lot of strange things, and kept them in this room.

Some of these bizarre objects look like antiques from the old generation, some look like high-tech products, and some are even painted with mysterious totems and carved with inexplicable symbols.

When he was a child, Mai Fan once inadvertently broke in, and was dazzled by the Linlang on the Bogu shelf.

It's just that before he had time to appreciate it, he was pulled out again by his grandfather who returned in a panic.

Since that day, there has been an extra padlock outside the door of this room.

The inquisitive Mai Fan had tried to open the very rudimentary padlock many times......

But the lock, which looked like a joke, was like an impregnable wall blocking his way to the secret.

Now, he can confidently try it.

Mai Fan, who was running like a gust of wind, was already standing at the door of the mysterious room.

He also has the usual toolbox at his feet.

The tools he had tried before for this lock were all small, and now he can finally get started with a lock.

Who would have thought that as soon as Mai Fan pinched the lock, the originally indestructible lock was opened all at once.

'Click'

Along with the lock, there was the slightly mottled door.

Mai Fan hesitated, he pushed forward, creaked, and the door opened.

Sunlight pours into the room, and the world is still chaotic.

This room has more shelves than before, and the shelves are denser.

There are tall and low shelves staggered together, at first glance a little messy, but it is half old and half new, easy to find.

It's just that no matter how many rare things there are on these shelves, they didn't attract Mai Fan's eyes.

Because in the middle of the stacked shelves, there is a lonely table, which is particularly conspicuous.

It was an ordinary desk, with the air of an old-fashioned favorite.

There is a round pen holder on the table, and a notebook is spread out in the center.

This table, Mai Fan swears, when he broke in when he was a child, did not exist.

Maybe that's the reason for his grandfather's inexplicable disappearance.

With this in mind, Mai Fan came to the table and opened the ordinary diary.

As soon as he started it, Mai Fan noticed the abnormality.

This is a very old diary, open the inside pages, only the first page has a few words, the remaining pages are blank, very new.

There is an address on the first page.

'No. 521, South Street, Zhongding Village, West Tieying'

This address is very close to Mai Fan's house.

But Mai Fan is very sure that there has never been No. 521 in Nanxiao Street in Zhongding Village.

That street was a dead end, and the house at the end of the alley was only number 8.

Possible...... An address alone is not enough.

Mai Fan's eyes moved to the three drawers on the desk.

He needs more.

'Brushing'

The three drawers were opened one after the other, and in the center of the drawer lay a key.

Brass, long handle, old style, very much like a thing from the Republic of China.

Mai Fan picked up the key and placed it on the first page of the journal.

There is a notch on the page that is not noticeable, and it is aligned with the ...... It can be confirmed that it is a mark caused by pressing the key.

Mai Fan searched carefully under the table again to confirm that there were no extra clues, and then he put the diary and the key under the creaky nest, and turned around and left his grandfather's room without looking at the rare objects next to him.

Strange to say, Mai Fan had just walked on his front foot, and soon after, the padlock that was half-hung in front of the door clicked and locked again.

When this strange thing happened, Mai Fan had already reached the intersection of Zhongding Village in the West Iron Camp.

Nakato Village is a street that carries the time of the years.

Ancient trees on both sides of the road cover *** blue brick pan road in the middle of the road.

In this not too long alley, all that remains are small courtyards with independent doors and single households.

Behind these small courtyards, there are towering high-rise buildings.

It seems that only this street is special and has been well preserved.

In Mai Fan's impression, this is more like a place about memory retention.

The houses here are all bungalows, and the heating, electricity, and even the Internet and a series of modern facilities are equipped with problems, so that the occupancy rate in this hutong has not increased much because of the beautiful environment.

It's a good place for peek-a-boo.

When Mai Fan was a child, he once ran to the end of this alley to try to climb over the wall in order to avoid his grandfather's pursuit.

It's just that the result is not wonderful, Mai Fan turned halfway over, his pants were hooked by the iron hook on the wall, and he hung on the wall for a long time, until someone passed by here, and he was freed.

"How can there be a 521 here?"

Mai Fan, who was already standing at the end of the alley, was stunned when he looked at the dilapidated house in the middle of the alley that suddenly appeared.

Isn't it the hell?

"There's really a 521 here!!"

Mai Fan looked at the street lamp overhead, it was not dark enough to be haunted.

He looked at this inexplicably crooked ...... The dilapidated house, which seemed to be about to collapse with a breath, found that a rusty lock was also hung on the door of the rotten piece of wood.

"Is this?" Mai Fan stepped forward and tentatively inserted the key into the keyhole......

The 'click' lock is opened.

He then used the tip of his shoe to top the top door panel, squeak...... And the door opened.

'Ahem, ahem, ahem, ......'

The smell of dust in the broken house is very strong, and the inside should have been uncleaned for many years.

The layout inside is simple and clear at a glance.