The old community on Wensan Road, close to the most prosperous area of Hangzhou; It is close to the West Lake, which many tourists yearn for; Close to one of the country's top universities. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The layout of the info community is no different from that in a small city, and the security guard Mao San sits in the door booth that can only accommodate one person, and spends most of his time fiddling with his mobile phone, not playing with the landlord, and chatting with the familiar faces in the community. There are few things about his profession itself, and the most recent one was when he received a complaint call and went to one of the units to warn the tenants on the third floor of the nuisance.

The door was opened by a young man who did not seem to be in good shape, and always had to cough a few times when he spoke. Mao has been in this business for more than 40 years for three years, and he has seen a lot of cows, ghosts, snakes and gods. Therefore, although the young man was very cooperative throughout the mediation process, he still felt that he was gloomy in his bones and did not look like a good person.

But so what, he is too busy to take care of himself, what kind of kung fu does he have to meddle with things, anyway, there is no necessary intersection between them, who is he and what does he have to do.

Mao San just won a game of fighting landlords, the beans he earned plus the free ones were enough to last the night, the shift just arrived, he opened the door with a teacup to eat, just met an acquaintance, and said hello as usual.

"Uncle Cheng!"

"Three sons."

"Where did you come from?" Mao San said as he walked forward.

Uncle Cheng looked panicked, and hid the things in his hand behind him before replying: "West Lake, take a walk." ”

"Okay, I'll go to dinner, you go home quickly, it will be dark in a while, you have bad eyes, and you will fall again." Mao San felt that Uncle Cheng was different today, but as I said before, he was not a nosy person.

"Huh."

Uncle Cheng beckoned to him, turned around and walked into the community, and the things hidden behind him were tightly held by him to his chest, as if there was some rare treasure.

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"Click"

The key was inserted into the door hole and turned left twice.

"Snap"

The lock was opened, and Uncle Cheng walked into the house and sighed slightly. A cold breeze blew through the kitchen window into the living room.

He thought to himself, "Oh no, he's always closed the kitchen window."

Then he picked up the round bench at hand and walked towards the kitchen.

As soon as he took a few steps, the stool fell to the ground, and he stuck his head on the ground, and the thing hidden in his arms fell out and landed on his hand, which was a photograph.

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Qin Yu turned the teacup in her hand, the tea in it had bottomed out, and Steward Wang stepped forward to add it, and by the way, she also filled up Granny Qin and Yuan Gu in the same hall.

"Steward Wang, go and rest."

Steward Wang nodded slightly, he had been in the qin house for so long, of course he knew how to know each other, and led the other disciples to leave, and there were only three of them left in the room.

Qinyu didn't have time to change her clothes, she was still the same as before, and her elegant temperament was indeed not connected with the lively and active yellow-haired girl decades ago.

She looked at Granny Qin, then at Yuan Gu, and finally looked at the former, and said, "I originally wanted to help with Yuan Ruolan's matter, and my mother-in-law didn't have to come to remind me of who I used to be." Listening to the tone, she was angry about the afternoon.

Granny Qin's expression froze, confused by her words.

"I didn't ......," he remembered another thing, "I don't have much to say if it means that I used Steward Wang to find you." Her tone hardened, "We have been on the door for many days, and you have been avoiding it, so you can only make this decision." ”

Motoya's hands, which were originally attached to his knees, rubbed unconsciously because of Granny Qin's words.

Why did the mother-in-law take over this matter?

Don't be surprised, I'm all for the music. ’

She added a sentence to Yuan Gu in private, which made Yuan Gu trust her more and feel more at ease to hand over Yuan Ruolan's affairs, and the whole person seemed relaxed.

"Afternoon ......" Kotoyu frowned and went through the matter again.

I guessed wrong, so this person is behind the ghost...... Obviously, he knows her well, and he is thoughtful, and he calculates every step in the morning, it will not be Ouyang Mingyue. Who could it be? There is such a number one person in the Yin and Yang world, but she doesn't know it.

After a while, the tea on the table gradually cooled down.

"Does my mother-in-law have an impression of Cheng Duo?"

Granny Jean shook her head, she knew that Kotoyu wouldn't mention a stranger's name for no reason, so she asked her, "Is something wrong?" ”

Qin Yu nodded first, then shook her head: "A little personal matter." ”

It's better not to tell them just yet.

She now suspected that there was eyeliner in the Gathering Spirit Garden, otherwise how would that person know that Granny Qin and Yuan Gu were with her, and how could she be sure of the time when they would go to find her. Two things that are originally unrelated can be used to combine so well, and it can't be done without an inside line.

What's even more troublesome is that she can't guess what he is doing this, and what kind of position he stands on, and she can't even be sure if he is from the Yin and Yang Realm.

Granny Qin's face was a little displeased: "It's better to put private matters aside, what we're talking about now is not only about the little young master, but also about Qin Music." ”

"I know, I said, I'll help." Qinyu picked up the teacup, "Replacing wine with tea is my promise." ”

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Mao San rushed to work from the collective dormitory early in the morning to wake up his colleagues on the night shift. The sky is gray, and it looks like we won't see the sun today. Mao San doesn't like rainy days, there is always a musty smell in the air that can't be washed off, especially the place that the security company rents for them, which is usually damp enough.

He changed into his overalls, yawned, and snooze in his chair until the shrill sirens and cacophony woke him up.

Uncle Cheng had an accident and died of cerebral congestion in his own home, and the person who called the police was a salesman who always came to him to buy insurance recently. When Mao San arrived at the scene, he was sitting on the stairs with a glazed gaze. It's no wonder that today's children have never seen this kind of thing, and they don't look very old, as if they have just graduated.

Mao San couldn't sympathize with others, walked to the third floor in three steps and two steps, and stopped as soon as he walked to the door of Uncle Cheng's house, and the family opposite Uncle Cheng was the one he came to a few days ago.

He saw Uncle Cheng's trouser legs through the police and the crowd, which was the one he saw yesterday. In other words, Uncle Cheng died not long after separating from him. For the first time, he felt so close to death, and for no reason he retreated to the staircase, trying to escape from here.

"Comrade security." He seemed to hear someone calling him, "Comrade security? "Again.

"Huh?" He saw the other party wearing a police uniform in a trance, and only then did he temporarily stabilize his panic.

It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't matter if he's a human or a ghost, in broad daylight, there are so many people, what can happen, don't scare yourself!

He kept comforting himself, and suddenly felt a chill in the back of his head, and a familiar gaze shot straight through the crowd, and when he turned his head to look, his gaze disappeared in an instant, which was really weird. (To be continued.) )