He was careful with every step, for fear of accidentally soiling the ground.

When he stepped over the sofa, a pitch-black fountain pen got stuck under the gap in the sofa, he slowly squatted down, carefully picked it up, and blew the dust that fell on it very gently.

This is a fountain pen that Jiang Chao likes very much, and Jiang Chao always likes to bring it on important signing occasions, and it will be served on the pen holder in the living room when he is usually fine, and it will be shown off by Jiang Chao from time to time.

Jiang Chao's pen has been used for at least nearly ten years.

Jiang Futing was deeply impressed when he was in elementary school.

The cold power in his body was a little uncontrollable under the anger, and it surged again, and he carefully put the pen back on the toppled pen holder.

The stairs were sprinkled with all kinds of cosmetics that had been thrown out, which were all commonly used by Lin Jinjing.

The picture frame on the aisle wall had fallen, the plexiglass had been trampled to pieces, and the wood-colored partition on the back of the frame was littered with black footprints.

Jiang Futing squatted down and picked them up one by one, his eyes were extremely sore, and the tails of his eyes were red at some point.

The stairs that usually take ten seconds are not good at the moment, and the black qi on his body is uncontrollably vented everywhere, with a cold cold wind everywhere he reaches, and the little ghost who was still chattering silently following him just now does not dare to speak again.

He pushed open his parents' bedroom, which was still in disarray, clothes and quilts crumpled and scattered, and the familiar room empty.

There is no Lin Jin there, no Jiang Dynasty.

Pursing his thin lips and closing the bedroom door with trembling hands, Jiang Futing stepped across his room and walked directly to Jiang Chao's study.

He took a deep breath, the room was so dim that the curtains were so tightly drawn that he didn't dare to turn on the lights.

Papers were scattered everywhere on the floor, all the cabinets were opened unscrupulously, and the documents, books, and notebooks that had once been placed were completely invaded.

Jiang Futing smiled sarcastically, and his eyes burned with inexhaustible anger and bleakness.

These people are just a bunch of crazy people who have lost their minds and don't let go of anything.

He still walked cautiously, and scattered a lot of fragments of Jiang Chao's favorite ornaments on the ground.

It turned out that the laptop on the table was also taken away.

He carefully surveyed every cranny and nook and cranny of the room.

He believed that Jiang Chao would definitely leave something for himself, and he would not just put things in one place.

The little ghost on the side kept following him carefully, until Jiang Futing suddenly paused and was hit by someone firmly in the back, then he turned his head and explored the little ghost with a sharp gaze: "Can you touch something?" ”

The little ghost was afraid that the other party would be angry, like a child who was caught and educated by his parents, holding his head, and replied honestly: "It turned out that it was not possible, and I don't know why it was suddenly okay after meeting you." ”

Jiang Futing frowned, wanting to find out if he was really lying.

The little imp knew that he didn't believe it and quickly explained, "What I said is true, big brother! Good

It's like the ghost energy in your body is more supplemental. ”

The child was a little timid when he said it, and Jiang Futing's dark eyes were even sharper.

The little ghost thought that he was investigating himself for stealing his ghostly anger, and hurriedly said: "I just sucked a little bit, just a little bit." ”

He deliberately compared his little hands as he spoke, and continued to argue: "And the ghost qi on your body is floating everywhere, I can't suck it if I don't want to!" ”

He looked at the little ghost in front of him and said very sincerely, and did not continue to investigate, and there was no time to continue to think about the ghost qi he mentioned.

Putting away the knife-like scrutiny he had just made, he plunged into the blind search again, and said lightly: "Help find something." ”

"Looking for what?" The little ghost floated over in confusion and asked faintly.

Jiang Futing paused, and only gave an ambiguous sentence: "Anything is fine." ”

"Anything goes." The little ghost muttered, and under Jiang Futing's cold gaze, he shrunk his neck and quickly floated away.

Obviously it had been emptied into a room with nothing to turn over, but he was still inquired over and over again, and the more the little ghost looked at it, the more puzzled he became.

"I can't really turn it out! Big brother, what the hell are you looking for? "The imp has been going around the house several times, and there is really nothing left but the empty cabinets.

"Did you find the partition?" Jiang Futing asked thoughtfully.

"Partitions? What can you put in the partition! The imp continued to mumble, but his body still fluttered, nimbly drilling through the cracks.

In addition to the partitions of the cabinets, including the partitions of the drawers, they were lifted all over.

Jiang Futing suddenly remembered something, although he felt a little exaggerated, he still kept his eyes calm and walked back to the entrance of the door. Along the wall, I knocked very patiently in every other place.

Until it hits a place, the sound is thin and crisp.

He paused at his feet, it was the wall on the inside of the bookcase, and in order to make sure, he knocked several times to compare it with the wall on the side, and it was indeed empty.

"Found it?" The little ghost's voice was also a little surprised, and he was already spinning around in the house.

"Yes." Jiang Futing responded lightly, groping for the contact gap of the plate, he didn't need to care about whether it would be damaged at this time, as long as he could remove it.

But that board can't be buckled at all, it looks like it should be electronically controlled.

But if it is destroyed from the outside, he is worried that it will damage the things inside.

"Break this thing." Jiang Futing commanded with an understatement on his face, since he had just said that he had absorbed a lot of his own ability, it would not be considered child labor abuse if he tried harder, and he should not be allowed to suck what he had on his body in vain.

"Oh." The little ghost reluctantly floated over, knowing that there was space inside, and went straight in.

"Boom!" There was a crisp crashing sound from inside.

Jiang Futing waited patiently.

"Boom!" "Boom!" There was a succession of crashing sounds inside.

"Boom!" The plate was finally violently attacked by the imps

Pushed.

The little ghost quickly floated out with a face, looking like he was inviting merit, Jiang Futing didn't even look at it, and only noticed what was inside.

It's a tablet.

Press the switch button to turn it off.

He put away the computer directly, and then returned to his room, and sure enough, his room was also directly ransacked, and the host computer was gone.

Jiang Futing found the USB flash drive and charger that he usually hidden, and changed into a thin shirt.

"Let's go."

Jiang Futing said in a flat tone, and when he walked to the living room, he looked back and looked back, his eyes were so deep that a trace of waves swelled, and then he lowered his head and closed the door without hesitation.

When he pressed the elevator on one side to come up, the elevator on the other side also went upstairs at the same time.

The numbers on the display screens of the two elevators jumped almost at the same time, and Jiang Futing watched quietly, a trace of anxiety flashed in his heart, until the elevator behind him paused for a few more seconds on one of the floors.

He breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.

"Ding!"

The elevator doors are opened.

He walked in quickly, pressed the floor, and pressed the door button desperately with his pale fingers.

The moment the door closed, the familiar scene played out again.

The gentle face flashed through the crack in the door.

But this time it was not as lucky as last time, Jiang Futing held his breath, watching that face suddenly turn around, and his eyes met in an instant.

His heart skipped a beat, and his fingers pressed wildly on the closing button.

"Press to open the door!" There was a hurried shouting outside.

The elevator doors were finally slammed shut completely, and the cacophony of shouts from above faded away from their rapid descent.

Jiang Futing tried to calm his emotions in the narrow space, his eyes staring closely at the elevator display.

The attention on his body was highly concentrated, and as the numbers on it became smaller and smaller, the black qi on his body became more and more turbulent and condensed, and the little ghost on the side shivered and hid to the side with the changes on his body.

When he was about to reach the first floor, his breathing was stagnant, and among all the buttons on the floor, the button on the negative first floor suddenly lit up.

In the midst of his rapid breaths, the elevator slowly slid over the first floor, leading directly to the negative first floor.

Jiang Futing's heavy face showed a hint of joy, when he pressed the floor, he gambled on luck, although there was only one floor, but he still bought himself a few more minutes, these people probably didn't expect to be guarding the elevator door of the parking lot.

Jiang Futing ran out of the elevator the moment he got out of the elevator, he couldn't stay for a moment, and his brain was running rapidly at the same time under the wild rush.

Because it is a high-end community, the parking lot of the community is very large, with a total of three floors, and each location is a fixed private parking space.

"Go and cover up the surveillance." Jiang Futing made the best use of his ability to squeeze the little ghost, and since he knew that the little ghost could touch things, he was equivalent to a very powerful invisible assistant.

Without monitoring, the activity is really much easier.

Jiang Futing hid in the corner and carefully observed, the upper and lower exits of the parking lot were already guarded by these people

I lived, and it is estimated that I can't go up and down the elevator now.

His activities are limited to the parking lot on this level, and he can only rely on these parked cars to avoid the carpet search of these people for the time being.

He remembers that it was two o'clock in the afternoon when he came out of the hospital, and now it should be about four o'clock in the afternoon, and there will be more and more cars in the parking lot.

But there is a peak period between 6 and 7 o'clock.

He had to get out before this time slot, while the other cars were out.

Jiang Futing very carefully observed the back and forth activities of each car owner.

"Ouch! Hurry up, you won't be able to catch up! A woman's voice rang out in front of her.

He crawled behind a car's rearview mirror and slowly poked his head out.

"What's the hurry, isn't it still two hours before the movie starts!" A man said unhurriedly.

The woman seemed to be a little angry and complained, "You don't eat!" Are you going to be a god? Go to the movies hungry! ”

"Didi!" The car not far ahead sounded the sound of being unlocked, and the man walked slowly, still not in a hurry: "After eating, I went to eat popcorn again, and I talked about losing weight every day!" ”

"How dare you have an opinion about me!" The woman yelled unhappily, strode to the car, and opened the door roughly.

Jiang Futing hurriedly glanced at the little ghost not far away.

The imp who understood it was now quite professionally summoned by him, nodded and turned to float over to the woman.

Jiang Futing couldn't see what the little ghost had done.

(End of chapter)