On the way, Meng Xingchen answered a phone call, and there was an urgent matter in the bureau for him to hurry back. Meng Xingchen carefully instructed Shui Bingyu before leaving.

Shui Bingyu went to Haojia Village alone.

Haojia Village is a small village with more than 10 brick and wood houses within a radius of about one mile, the village is overgrown with weeds, although it has not been inhabited for a long time, but the buildings are still stable and not dilapidated to a mess.

However, there was no name marked in front of the door, where to find Hao Ming's "relics"? Shui Bingyu also thought of this before she came, and she could only act at the opportunity.

Shui Bingyu walked around the abandoned village for a full hour, entered and exited five or six houses, and did not find any valuable clues, and faintly felt that he would return empty-handed today.

She was still a little unwilling, so she went into an abandoned house again.

I just noticed that this abandoned house is different from the surrounding neighbors, although it is similar in size, it is obviously more decayed, and it seems to have been abandoned for a longer time.

Upon entering, the room looked even more devastated, with large pieces of plaster falling off the walls, thicker dust and more rubble on the floor, and more dilapidated household items piled up everywhere.

After carefully surveying for half an hour, Shui Bingyu gradually became disappointed.

Although there are some dilapidated items in the abandoned house, there is nothing that can indicate the identity of the original owner.

Her heart suddenly moved, and although the remaining furniture was old and dilapidated, it could somewhat reflect the identity and personality of the owner.

Hao Ming, where are your traces?

In the other bedroom, there was a collapsed single bed with the bed staggered to the floor.

A white cloth corner is also exposed.

Shui Bingyu squatted forward and tugged at the piece of cloth, although the cloth was far from snow-white, it didn't seem to be as old as the other items in the room, and under Shui Bingyu's drag, a larger piece of cloth was revealed.

Almost snow-white. It seems that there is no trace of time.

She struggled to lift the bed, followed by a large white cloth.

The white cloth is lifted.

There is nothing under the cloth.

Nothing of value, exactly, just two pieces of broken tiles that are everywhere in this ruined village.

But Shui Bingyu suddenly thought that she had only seen broken tiles at the foot of the outer wall and in the courtyard, because unless the entire roof collapsed, there would generally be no broken tiles in the house.

What's more, this is not a "broken tile", just two small tiles, square and complete.

Shui Bingyu flipped the tiles over, and each tile was engraved with a symbol.

A symbol, Shui Bingyu had seen on Hao Ming's bedside table, a chemical symbol.

Hao Ming, I finally found you, found your past.

After Shui Bingyu took out her mobile phone, she just took a picture of the two chemical symbols and prepared to send them to Meng Xingchen later, there are more secrets waiting for her to discover.

Soon after, when she knocked on the wall again, she found that the wall was empty!

She hurriedly looked around for the mechanism, and suddenly found two small tiles in the corner of the wall. Shui Bingyu removed the small tile, and the wall opened, revealing a hole more than half a person high.

Hao Ming, Hao Ming, it seems that you have been full of mystery since you were a child.

Shui Bingyu bent down and burrowed into the hole in the wall, and the pungent mist and dim light poured in, it turned out to be a small dark passage to the outside world.

If this is really Hao Ming's masterpiece, why did he go to great lengths to dig up this little piece of wall? He made a secret way to escape from his house, at least one thing to say: his freedom was restricted, and he could not leave home in a grand manner. Or maybe it's just a risky attempt from his youth, or maybe he leaves home when he shouldn't, say, in the middle of the night.

Shui Bingyu was about to enter the house again, when she suddenly found another gray tile at her feet. She leaned over to pick it up, and on the reverse side was a strange chemical symbol.

She looked around, and there was another tile in the grass about five meters away. She stepped forward, and sure enough.

A few meters away, there was another small tile, a strange chemical symbol.

In this way, every few meters is a tile, and the farther you go, the more sparse the distribution of small tiles becomes, and it gradually becomes a tile every ten meters, and it takes some weeks to find it. After walking for two kilometers, Shui Bingyu was surprised to find that he had come to a hillside in Haojia Village.

The tiles are gone.

If you combine all the chemical symbols on the tiles, will it be a chemical formula?

Hao Ming, what do you mean?

Shui Bingyu walked forward while thinking, and felt soft under his feet, as if the grass slope had suddenly turned into a swamp. She secretly screamed that it was not good, and it was too late to close her head.

With a scream, she fell into a deep pit.

After the heavy impact between the body and the ground, there was darkness in front of him, and then there was darkness in his consciousness, and before he could even experience the pain, Shui Bingyu fainted.