When I was gritting my teeth and struggling to lift the mattress, I suddenly heard a small collision sound. She looked up and found a black notebook that had slipped out of a moldy pillow on her mattress.

"Holy! It's actually placed here! She also had to admire herself, why didn't she look under the pillow.

She gritted her teeth and put down the dead mattress, and the black hard-shell notebook fell directly to the bottom of the bed along the gap.

"......" This is too tricky! She thought: This is definitely not her father's style of doing things, how could it be placed in such an obvious place.

It's so obvious, it's not like she hasn't seen it herself?!

It was impossible for her to move the bed, the solid wood bed was not ordinarily heavy, so she simply lay on the ground and crawled to the bottom of the bed.

Holding her phone in her hand, she smelled the damp musty smell on the concrete floor, she pursed her lips tightly and reached for the notebook.

Just when I touched the black hard-shell notebook, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.

She said to herself, "Who the is this?" Dare to love me for a thief? I knew to say hello downstairs first.

The knock on the door rang for a long time. Finally, when Lan Ling struggled to crawl out, the knock on the door was gone. Suddenly, I heard the sound of someone pushing the iron door outside the house.

She was now disgraced, and she was not in a hurry to open the door first, and they did not dare to come in.

She sat directly on her moldy mattress and looked at the notebook she had managed to pull out. At first glance, I found that this was indeed the notebook that my father used to use during his lifetime.

Looking at this old notebook, she suddenly felt a little complicated, maybe she missed her father, and she always felt that looking at this familiar notebook, she felt that her father would come back.

She carefully opened the cover of the notebook, and saw her father's signature in the lower right corner, and she could see at a glance that it was her father's autograph.

This notebook doesn't seem to be very thick, but it is full of words, and there are some pictures interspersed in the middle, which looks like sketches, which is very concise.

She didn't look at it from the beginning, but roughly flipped through it, she was naturally interested in patterns, and skimmed over the words, because she saw no beginning or end at once, and she didn't know what her father had written.

Suddenly turning to the page with the picture in front of her, she saw that the note was drawn about a house.

She frowned and looked at the picture horizontally and vertically, and suddenly her mind flashed to the old building she saw that night!

She really reached out and counted the floors of the house painted in the picture, "one, two, three, four......" all the way to the top fourteenth floor, and was stunned for a while, and said in her heart: Is this a coincidence?

Before he could think about it, someone outside the house suddenly shouted. She realized that something was wrong, put away her notebook, and hurried out of her room.

Walking to the living room, she opened the door sideways, and suddenly a broom hit her from the outside, almost hitting her in the face.

"What are you doing!" Lan Ling said a word, and suddenly the door was pushed open by a few hands.

She subconsciously stepped back and saw that it was the grandmother downstairs. The old woman was also stunned when she looked at her.

Only then did Lan Ling realize that they really thought that a thief had snuck in. Due to the majority of foreigners in Karamay City, Han nationality is the majority of people here.

She thought that the grandmother didn't hear it, so she greeted her in the local language, but saw that they were all stunned and looked at her.

She wiped the dust off her face, smiled and said, "I just came back to pack my father's things." ”

When the old grandmother heard this, she sighed, and felt embarrassed for a while, so she let them go down first.

Lan Ling saw that the old grandmother didn't seem to know if anyone had been here, and it seemed that no one had been here, but she always felt that something was wrong in her heart.

Why was the iron gate opened? The notebook is not in the study, but under the pillow on the bed in your own room?

This surprised her, and she wondered: Could it be that her father had come back before his death?

Thinking about it, she had to ask her grandmother if her father had really taken the time to come back.

"Grandma, did my father come back a few years ago?" As soon as she finished asking, she saw the old grandmother looking at her with wide eyes, she thought that the old grandmother didn't hear clearly, she smiled and said, "It was a few years ago, do you remember?" ”

"Nope." The old grandmother shook her head and said that she was a little deaf in her ears, but her memory was still okay. She shook her head approvingly, "Unless I'm not at home and haven't found out." However, the iron door of your house has always been closed. To open it, I can still hear such a loud noise. ”

"......" This made Lan Ling very surprised, "This door ......" is not open?

The heart said: Is it because I am too tired and have delusions?

She sent the grandmother downstairs, and instead of having dinner at her house, she went upstairs to continue packing up. I rushed back to Urumqi overnight and spent a few hours on the train.

Back at the hotel, it was early in the morning. She opened her father's notebook again, looked at the information recorded in it, and was surprised to find that a Tang Dynasty mural she was studying was also mentioned in her father's notes.

All she knew was that this was the last time her father would be involved in the restoration work, which had been halted because of his sudden death. At this time, she also somewhat understood that the institute allowed herself to participate in the restoration of such an important mural project, also considering that they were father and daughter, and her father still had a relationship in the previous research institute.

She thought to herself: Of course, this has something to do with her professional ability, otherwise she can't say that she can be transferred.

She still knows what level she is. I just don't know how much this note has to do with my father's research.

She opened her notebook and began to look carefully page by page, especially about the Tang Dynasty mural she was studying. When I saw half of it, I found that what my father recorded was actually similar to what she knew.

There are also patterns on the paintings, and each picture is recorded simply and clearly, such as: the Tang Dynasty royal family attached great importance to Buddhism, and there are people wearing Tang Dynasty official uniforms and aristocratic costumes. It was a huge scene, with famous abbots preaching Buddhism and so on.

She'd seen them many times, and they hadn't been restored by hand, but they were still in good condition. She studied the research materials left by her father at the time, which had no major provenance from the notebooks.

She thought to herself: What does that have to do with the abrupt old building?

She was puzzled, looked at the pages of the mural, and said to herself: Is there no old building about the content in the mural?

Thinking about it, she roughly rummaged through the entire notebook, and what detailed description of the 14-story old building was a picture. There's nothing to say about it.

Looking at this picture, I feel more and more that the painting looks like it. The heart said: Could it be that my father thinks that this old building is indeed very abrupt there?

She shook her head and said, "Impossible! There must be some other reason. ”

She looked at the previous page of the picture and found that there were no connecting dots, which made her scratch her head. But in the notes, it seems to be an important existence, and it can't be just for fun!

It does exist! Everyone can see this, so did her father really go inside?

She couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and stood up straight from the bed. Staring at the old building in the painting, I didn't have the heart to look at other research murals for a while.

Thinking about it, she felt that when she went back tomorrow, she would have to go directly to the old building to find out!

When I returned to Xi'an, it was already the afternoon of the next day. It's been a long time since she's gone through such a long round trip, and she's so tired that she wants to vomit but can't. I simply went back to my place to sleep, and I slept until seven o'clock in the evening.

When I woke up, I went straight out, found a noodle restaurant to eat noodles, and when I was full, I got on the bus to the city center.

On summer nights, it's still so hot that it's not good, and there are stalls under the overpass. There are everything that is sold, jewelry, small pendants that girls like, and books that are sold by catty.

When I walked to the side, I heard an eldest sister shouting loudly: "Beauty, do you want to buy it?" ”

Lan Ling glanced at it, and subconsciously glanced at the aunt style on the stall, which was bright red and purple, as well as the men's. She turned around and was about to leave, not trying to talk to her.

I saw that the eldest sister took out a black sports vest and beckoned to her, "Beauty, this is a popular style this year, beautiful back!" You're in such a good shape, you must look good in your outfits. ”

Lan Ling turned his head and looked, oh my god! It's exactly the same as what I'm wearing now!

She quickly turned her head and ignored it, only to hear the eldest sister shouting loudly: 30 yuan a piece! $50 buy one get one free!

When she heard this, she couldn't help but look down at her chest. The heart said: I knew I would come here to buy it, and I bought one and got one free.

I only feel that I have lost money, and there are more than 100 pieces in the store!

Walking all the way out of the overpass and following the bus stop sign, I soon saw the old building blocking the building opposite. She crossed the street and turned straight in.

As he expected, it was pitch black, and even the only remaining street lamp flickered on and off. Suddenly, she heard what looked like someone was passing by, and there was a sound of clattering footsteps, which frightened her and quickly hid back.

I saw that the middle-aged man I met that night was again, and this time he didn't have anything in his hand. It seemed that the man was in a good mood, his steps were steady, and he didn't look around, and walked straight towards the old building.

Lan Ling hid in the corner on the other side, sticking out his head to watch. Suddenly, there was a sound that frightened her. When I turned my head, it turned out that a wild cat had overturned the garbage can.

She looked up and saw the man again, and she didn't know if she was going to follow, or which way he was going.

Thinking about it, she thought she might as well go around the neighborhood first and see when the man would come out.

After such a circle, it didn't take long for her to enter the building not far away to blow the air conditioner. Thinking about it, I still have to wait for the middle of the night to go, there are few people and it is easier to do things.

I went to the movies alone, fell asleep when I watched the people, and by the time the movie ended, it was already half past eleven in the evening. It was not a way for her to wander on the street alone, and she said in her heart: I knew that I would come in the middle of the night, and it would be more comfortable to sleep at home.

She was a woman, and she was quite bold, and she walked alone towards the old building in the middle of the night.

In the middle of the night, I don't know if I feel that I have less clothes to wear, or if it is really cold here, but I feel that my back is cold.

She glanced at her phone, but fortunately it still had power, so if there was any danger, it would be easy to call. Now she thinks about it, if she encounters danger, then she will call the police uncle as soon as possible.

She thought about it, and suddenly heard a movement on the opposite floor, and said to herself: It can't be a wild cat again, right?

When I stretched out my head to look, I saw a black high-rise building, and I couldn't see anything clearly. The whole wall was covered with those vines, and I don't know if there would be snakes. Thinking a little nervous, she took a step back, trying not to get too close to the vines, lest some insects or something crawl on her.

She put away her phone and took a step back. Suddenly stepping on something like a paper bag makes a crisp crunching sound. In the silence of the night, it was heard incomparably clearer.

She bent her waist and closed her eyes, hoping that the car passing by the main road next to her would at least not be so nervous.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of soft footsteps from above the old building. She looked up and listened carefully, and it was indeed the sound of footsteps.

The heart said, "Could it be that the man came out of it?"

What exactly is this illegal trading for? I have to choose this gloomy old building where no one is around, and it's still a big night.

She was sure that if the old man came down, then he was either the master of the place? Or do something illegal here!

She tried to retreat, but heard footsteps all the way down, getting closer and closer to her. But I could hear that it wasn't the sound of the man's shoes. The footsteps were very soft, and she listened carefully, as if the people inside were familiar with the way, and walked smoothly all the way.

There is no elevator all the way down from such a tall building, and it seems that there is no breathing at all.

She squatted directly on the corner of the wall and watched, and suddenly there was a heavy and muffled sound, like the wooden door of an old mansion in the old days, and a heavy sound sounded when it was opened. It was like opening the lid of a coffin, making a creaking sound.

She was shocked to find that the vines of the creeper climbing on the wall actually moved, like countless small snakes agitating and squirming. She couldn't see clearly for a while, and thought that a snake had really crawled down. Frightened, she quickly stepped back.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of footsteps, like stepping on gravel. She was so shocked that she shrank and didn't dare to look out.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and she opened her eyes wide to find that it was a young man walking out!