Tianxinyuan Community, not far from Xin'an Education University, is about four or five stops away, so when Yu Fan walked over, he looked at the time, and it was only about half past eight in the evening.

On weekends, the community is lively inside and outside, with children playing and the elderly enjoying the shade.

Yu Fan wanted to mix in the crowd and enter the community, so as to find Mr. Song and investigate the truth of the matter, but he was stopped by the security guard because the target was exposed by the SLR hanging on his chest.

Because, there are too many such outfits wandering around the neighborhood today.

Yu Fan had to find another way, went around the community, and finally found a blind spot for monitoring, and with his vigorous skills, he jumped over the wall and successfully infiltrated the community. With his immature face and innocent smile, he walked into Building D of Tianxin Garden, and there was a takeaway brother with him.

Coincidentally, through the contact with the customer through the takeaway brother, it turned out to be the household he was going to. Thinking about it, he pretended to be Song Kejia's cousin, and even took out his ID card for the takeaway brother to take pictures. I finally got the takeaway in my hand and knocked on the door of room 1804.

Not long after, a woman in maternity clothes wore slippers, opened the door, took the takeaway, and was about to close the door, but listened: "Teacher Song, I didn't expect it to be you, do you remember me? I'm Yu Fan." ”

The woman looked up, her face a little haggard, her eyes were red and swollen, as if she had just cried. After looking at Yu Fan for a moment, a smile finally appeared on his face: "Are you Xiaoyu, I haven't seen you for more than a year, and the teacher can't recognize you." ”

"Teacher Song, meeting is fate, don't you invite me in to sit?"

"Oh oh, hurry up and sit inside, sit inside. Song Kejia said subconsciously, suddenly remembering something, and planned to stop it. How dare Yu Fan give a chance, he slipped in sideways.

The first thing that catches your eye is a living room, the walls of the living room are covered with a layer of pink wallpaper, and the edges and corners of the walls are thickly wrapped in anti-collision materials, and the whole room is exceptionally clean and tidy. Yu Fan's eyes swept every corner of the living room and found that the room was very well decorated, at least many times better than Mu Guangzhi's house.

However, the living room is empty, not to mention the electrical appliances such as TV air conditioners, not even the most basic sofa coffee table, only a photo frame framed with black and white photos hung in the center of the TV wall, and some incense pots and candles and a few bouquets of chrysanthemums are placed on the ground, which makes the whole room look extremely depressing.

In a trance, Yu Fan felt that Uncle Yang in the photo showed a strange smile on his own, and unconsciously swallowed his saliva, a little timid.

"I'm sorry, something happened at home, everything was moved, and there is nothing to entertain you. Song Kejia's face was full of apologies, and she immediately walked to the room.

Through a corner, Yu Fan found that her room was also empty, and there was not even a minimum bed. On the mat made of tatami mats on the ground, a quilt was neatly spread, and a folding small table was opened, Song Kejia put the takeaway on the small table, and then bent down with difficulty to pick up the plastic stool on the ground, walked out, and handed it to Yu Fan.

After Yu Fan took it, he was about to sit down, but found that Song Kejia was still standing, so he couldn't help but help Song Kejia to her bedroom, carefully escorted her to sit down, and said with a smile: "Teacher Song, you eat first, you are not alone now, you can't be hungry." ”

Just this small move, Song Kejia's eyes turned red all of a sudden, thousands of grievances swept through her heart, she couldn't bear to cry, she lowered her head to eat takeout, and she could hear a low sob.

The takeaway is very light, a red date porridge, an egg, a mustard, I really don't know how to live the minimum delivery of takeaway.

Yu Fan leaned against the door and asked, "Why don't you cook by yourself?"

"I ...... I don't, he usually does it. After saying that, the tears completely broke the embankment, pulled out a photo from under the pillow, hugged it in his arms, and cried silently.

Yu Fan can't wait to pump himself with a big mouth, it's really a pot that can't be opened.

This meal took about half an hour, which shows how difficult the meal was for her at this time.

During this period, Yu Fan's eyes wandered around the entire room, only to find that except for this one room, the rest, including the kitchen, were empty. Yu Fan couldn't help but wonder, what happened?

After eating, the two chatted without a word, Yu Fan lied that his relatives lived upstairs, and met the takeaway brother downstairs by chance, he seemed to be in a hurry, but the takeaway had not yet been delivered, so he took the initiative to send it for him, but he didn't expect to meet his high school homeroom teacher by chance, which was very wonderful.

Perhaps because she was stupid for three years of pregnancy, Song Kejia did not doubt it, and gradually opened her heart and told her recent experience:

After Yang Shuming's death, he was sent to be cremated the next day, and the funeral was quickly completed. Because it caused 12 people to be injured, one after another, a total of more than 2 million yuan was compensated to the injured, and the savings of the two people who had worked hard for so many years were swept away, and even the furniture in the room was looted. Fortunately, the house was saved. For some reasons, Song Kejia was the only one left guarding this room.

"Do you recognize Jin Kaifeng?" Yu Fan pondered for a moment and said tentatively, this is the information from the human flesh under the post.

At the mention of this person, he obviously felt that Song Kejia was a little excited, gritted his teeth, and his eyes were about to burst into flames: "How can you not know each other? It was because of the framing of this person-scum-scum that my husband resigned from the company and fell to Kaidike to make a living." If it weren't for him, it wouldn't have caused such a tragedy, woo woo ......" At the end of the words, he cried unconsciously.

Yu Fan's brows were tightly locked, he could feel that her emotions were a little out of control, and even her expression was a little distorted. If the content of the forum is true, isn't it true that her acting skills have reached the pinnacle, and she is more superb than many first-line stars?

But if the content of the forum is false, how can it be proven? It is obviously not feasible to rely only on Song Kejia's words and true feelings?

Yu Fan made up his mind and was about to say goodbye, but seeing Song Kejia's expression a little flustered, he suddenly got up and pushed Yu Fan towards the door, saying as he walked: "He's coming, he's coming......" His face was frightened, and his expression was a little crazy.

At the moment of touching, an irresistible force came, Yu Fan seemed to have touched a piece of thousand-year-old ice, the cold was to the bone, and Yu Fan shivered, and the true qi in his body operated independently, so that this chill was expelled.

With the sound of the door closing, Yu Fan had already come to the door.

Yu Fan was still puzzled, suddenly, like a thorn in the back, Yu Fan subconsciously turned his head, only to see that the elevator door had just opened, and a tall man walked out of it, his face was like frost, and the black windbreaker was windless, looking very imposing.

From his body, Yu Fan was keenly aware of the taste of ghost cultivation, and in terms of momentum, he had a fight when he fought with Su Baiyu, so he at least had the realm of the Spiritual Silence Period.

Just a glance, although he has never seen it, he knows that this is the Jin in the post - Jin Kaifeng.

However, how could a ghost cultivator in the period of spiritual silence be secretly photographed? Things seem to be more complicated.

Jin Kaifeng walked straight in front of Yu Fan, condescending, the cold air shrouded him, and the killing intent was permeated, at this moment, Yu Fan was like falling into hell!