The expressions of everyone present were solemn.

Tang Ning took a deep breath and stepped forward to wrap around him: "What's wrong?" What do you see? ”

Xie Xiaobai curled up in her arms and pressed his face tightly against her clothes: "Mother, I saw the perpetrator. ”

"Huh?" Tang Ning was stunned and looked behind him.

Garan had left the corpse and walked to the other side. The grass is growing vigorously in a way that threatens to drown mortals.

"The murderer, is it a non-human thing?" He asked in a low voice.

Xie Xiaobai said no.

The child's voice was so light that it almost disappeared into the wind.

"Mother, I don't know, I don't understand what he is......"

He rarely saw through people like this, but this time, he encountered a bunch of things he couldn't understand.

Tang Ning gently stroked his hair: "That murderer, does it look like me?" Look, feel, breath...... Isn't it all the same? ”

Xie Xiaobai left her embrace, raised her head slightly, and her long and thick eyelashes trembled: "It's different, my mother is different from him." ”

He shook his head and gestured: "I can't see the appearance, he is not like his mother, and I can't say it." But the feeling he gives people, the breath that emanates from him, is not at all different from his mother's mother. ”

"Mother, that murderer feels much more terrible than you."

He was white and frightened.

The people around him became more and more puzzled.

The wrench in Tangning's palm was like a beast with sharp teeth, gnawing at her heart.

"Isn't that man my father......"

She doesn't call him daddy anymore.

Tang Ning's self-muttering fell on Xie Xiaobai's ears like thunder.

He remembered the phrase "...... Sir".

The corpse in the pit was a servant of the Tang family.

Ten years ago, the Tang family had no master, and the servants were dismissed.

The only little master, Tang Ning, also followed the nurse to Leizhou. The Tang Mansion in Jiangcheng has become an empty ghost house, leaving only an old servant who is not young but has no family to guard the door.

He is a lonely man left and right, and he has no other livelihood to do after leaving the Tang family, since there is no way, there is nothing wrong with staying.

He sent a letter to the Tang family in Leizhou every year to talk about the current situation.

The missing Second Master Tang, whether he has come back or not is the only thing he has to report.

The rest of the time, he had nothing to do but bask in the sun and sweep the floor.

Every day when the sun went down, he locked the door and went to sleep.

However, going to bed early also comes with distress.

He always slept until midnight and then woke up.

In addition, the house is empty, and there is no popularity at all. During the day, the sun was shining, but it was not necessarily too cold, but after the sun went down, the night fell, and the empty house was cold.

Even in summer, the air at night seems to be cold.

He slept sweating, but the sweat was cold,

Rising from the bed, he wiped away the beads of sweat and wanted to drink water.

If the water lost in the body is not replenished immediately, you will be so thirsty that you can no longer sleep.

It has been six years since Tang Erye disappeared.

In the past six years, he has gone from looking at the door every day to not bothering to look at it for ten days and half a month. I've been missing for years, and even if I'm not dead, I probably won't come back, right?

Otherwise, there is still a daughter, why doesn't he care?

When my wife was alive, the house was so lively.

The old servant drank water in the middle of the night, gulping it down his throat, and suddenly, the movement in his hand stopped, and cold water slipped from his mouth, and fell to the ground with a "click".

He heard footsteps.

It was light, it was slow, but it was the sound of the bottom of the boot rubbing against the ground.

In this house, besides him, there are other people.

Who is it?

Thief?

The hairs on the back of his hands stood on end.

The tea bowl in his hand trembled.

He held his breath and carefully placed the bowl back on the table, but no matter how light his movements were, he still made a sound. "Whew-" The porcelain bowl cried out briefly.

Remorse engulfed him in an instant.

I should have known that wooden bowl should have been used!

He immediately turned and headed for the door.

The footsteps outside suddenly intensified.

Carrying the lamp, the old servant exhaled slowly.

He had already grabbed the hatchet.

When the accident first happened, there were also thieves in the house.

After all, it's a big house, and there is no one, so it's empty there, which thief isn't impressed? But the thief came in, walked around, and found nothing. The valuable things have long been gone.

The thief went away in vain, and returned disappointed, and no one came to break through the empty door after that.

He thought that even if he was rotten in the house, he would not be discovered.

But tonight, footsteps sounded.

The lantern under the eaves swayed in the wind, and he heard footsteps stop outside the door.

Through the thin door, he could almost hear the other man's breathing.

Want to come in?

Why?

There are so many rooms, why come to this one?

How conspicuous can his house be?

And the thief clearly heard the movement of the tea bowl falling on the table, right? He knows that there are people in the house, but he still wants to come? How can there be such a thief?

The old servant grimaced and tightened the hilt of the knife in his hand.

But the palms of his hands were sweaty, and the handle made of wood was polished smooth and bright, and it was a little slippery.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Bang dang", the firewood knife took off his hand.

"Who?" He asked in a dumb voice as he pressed against the door, glaring.

The people outside the door did not speak, but kept knocking.

"Tuk Tuk" turned into "Snatch", and the knock on the door grew heavier and louder, drowning out his heartbeat in the dark night.

The wooden door looked like it was about to be broken.

He raised his voice and asked again, "Who is it?" ”

The knock on the door stopped abruptly.

"Old Wu, is that you?"

The person outside the door asked rhetorically.

Lao Wu immediately froze.

This voice, this tone—he cried out wistfully: "Old, master? ”

"It's me."

He didn't knock on the door again, he didn't go away, he just stood quietly outside the door.

Lao Wu looked out through the crack in the door and panicked: "You...... Coming back? ”

"Come back?" The man's voice sounded a little confused, "What about A-Ning?" Why didn't I see her? ”

Anin? Lao Wu was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that this was his own young lady's name: "Miss, she's long gone." ”

"What does it mean not to be there? Where did she go? ”

Lao Wu opened his mouth and was about to say, when he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and swallowed the words back: "Don't you know? ”

"Know what?"

"Master, where have you been all these years?" Lao Wu avoided the topic.

The person outside the door was silent for a moment: "I walked around indiscriminately, and I didn't go anywhere." ”

Didn't go anywhere, and it was six years to go? Lao Wu hesitated, inexplicably unwilling to open the door.

The people outside, is it really the missing Second Master Tang?