And on Cuifeng Mountain, not far from the city of Yang, in the largest private villa, there was tension at this time.

The thin old man looked solemn, and his eyes were full of melancholy.

In front of him, the butler in his fifties was bowing his body and reporting the matter word by word:

"Every time I come back these days, the young master seems uneasy. Yesterday I felt even more irritable...... After I served him to take the medicine, I withdrew, and the room was quiet and there was no sound, until about half past eleven, when the window rang, and I opened the door again to see that the young master was no longer in the house! ”

The butler's forehead was sweating, his face was very pale and anxious, and the guilt of living up to his master's expectations made him ten years older than his actual age:

"So, I hurriedly chased out, but there was no trace of the young master at all, and at the same time, I quickly asked people to investigate the courtyard and the outside of the courtyard, but I didn't see a shadow!"

He clenched his fists, his face full of worry: "Master, it's all Xu Fu's fault, you punish Xu Fu!" ”

The old man looked at him coldly: "What's the use of punishing you, can you get others back?" ”

People can't find it, and everything they say is fake.

Could it be that that date is really early, and there really can't be stopped?

"Go and find ...... Use all your strength to find me before dawn......"

The old man's tone was solemn, and he walked around the house twice with his crutches, he thought about it again and again, and finally gritted his teeth as if he had made up his mind, and said, "You go, bring the mobile phone in the study......

When Xu Fu heard this, he almost exclaimed: "But master, that call is not a last resort......"

The phone was ordinary, with only one number in it.

But the additional after the number was dialed made him shudder when he thought about it.

The old man looked at him coldly: "Everyone is gone, isn't it a last resort?" Could it be that things are really the same as they were twenty years ago......"

Halfway through the conversation, it came to an abrupt end.

For the taboo twenty years ago, it is like the scar that crosses the heart, you can't move, you can't mention it!

The old man rubbed his eyebrows, raised his hand again, and said, "Go and get it, the time given by the person is running out!" ”

The butler was gone, and the old man sighed heavily.

As long as that phone is dialed, everything that is represented behind it has been lost control.

However, in order to keep his grandson, in order to avoid repeating the mistakes of twenty years ago, the old man has no choice at all.

Just like the other end of the phone, the moment you answer the phone, you can't choose what to do after that!

Thinking of all the things back then, he clenched his palms fiercely - twenty years have passed, and those who are destined to face are destined to escape!

If you have to face the same situation as back then, grandson, all I can say is good luck!

When Ye Luo woke up, the sky was already bright.

The noise of cars and horses, which is unique to the city, adds a bit of fireworks to her small living room.

My body felt very tired, as if I had been slammed into a carriage. Whether it's the hands, feet, or head, there is a dull pain. The strength seems to have been hollowed out, and even the simple action of getting up has used up all the remaining strength.

The face is very blue and yellow. The kind of tiredness that seemed to have not slept for a few days and nights made Ye Luo rub his face a few hard, and then folded the quilt and went to the bathroom to wash.

As she passed by the living room, she saw the tightly blocked window out of the corner of her eye, and she suddenly remembered what had happened last night.

The window was broken, and a strange man stood in the living room.

She was bitten on the neck and desperately ran out for help.

When I returned, I found that the man was gone.

Ye Luo thought about it, simply climbed up to the window, looked at the balcony that was separated by more than two meters on the left and right, and couldn't help but sigh heavily.

To be honest, it was hard for her to imagine that the man had jumped in like this, and had left calmly within two minutes of her returning with her neighbor.

Ye Luo's face was very ugly, and he was going to find someone to repair the window today, at the very least, to thicken the anti-theft net, which was enough to prevent those who had ill intentions, right?

As for moving a house, I never thought about it.

In this modern city where land is at a premium, the price of a place to rent is three, five, or even more than that.

And she, with her part-time salary, doesn't have much left at all, where is the money left to toss?

Ye Luo absentmindedly brushed his teeth, washed his face, and couldn't help but look towards his neck.

The neck is shiny, where are the wounds? There is only a pale red scar that is clearly presented, and if you don't look carefully, you really can't see it.

She rubbed it vigorously and found that the stains were getting darker in color, and the shape of the side face was like a butterfly with wings ready to fly?

My heart jumped a few times "suddenly", as if I was being targeted by something.

Ye Luo wiped his face a few times in a bit of a panic, and then picked up his bag and rushed out of the house.

She didn't see it because she was in too much of a hurry.

The window that had been tightly blocked was pushed open again, and the man who appeared last night easily appeared in the living room.

He looked around and walked towards the room with ease.

The big bed, which was not too soft, made him breathe a sigh of relief. Then kick off the slippers on your feet and tear off the quilt to cover your head!

His eyes were still bloodshot, and there seemed to be no focus in his large pupils. In the course of all the actions, a face covered with strange lines had no expression.

And it seems that he doesn't spend much time looking with his eyes, or rather, he prefers to shrug his nose and seem to act on instinct.

The smell of leaves falling on the bed did not spread much, especially the pillow and the single quilt, which seemed to carry a slight residual warmth on the girl's body, making him feel relaxed and sigh softly.

The moment the man closed his eyes, a blurry image quickly flashed through his mind. Someone seemed to be yelling loudly, and the car in the distance was on fire.

The loud explosion was terrifying, however, he just frowned slightly, and easily cut off the image.

He didn't know how long he had walked before he came here with the instinct of vague memory, and he met Ye Luo, who returned from night.

Originally, he didn't plan to stay, but he seemed to have a feeling that as long as he was in a space full of the breath of leaves, he would feel his molten body slowly calm down.

Although he still doesn't remember who he is or where he came from, the strange peace of mind still makes him decide to stay here.

The man fell asleep, his breathing becoming slower.

So, what no one noticed was that the originally dense purple veins on his face slowly faded and faded, and the edges had disappeared.

The room was quiet, except for the sunlight shining through the gauze.

In his sleep, the man slowly stretched his face, and he didn't know what he dreamed of, his face became extremely gentle, and a smile crawled all over his cheeks, and then, his lips moved, and he called softly: "Falling ......"