The boss pointed at Yu Nian and asked, "This is your concubine, right?" ”

In the Northeast dialect, the word concubine describes an abnormal third-party relationship, which is much more difficult to hear than a lover.

I hurriedly covered the boss's mouth, first, I was afraid that the lie I just told would be known by Yu Nian, and second, I was afraid that the boss would provoke Yu Nian and be cut off by her.

Fortunately, Yu Nian didn't know what the concubine meant, so she just raised her hand and asked me, "What's the matter, what trouble have you caused again?" ”

I suddenly remembered that Lao Meng seemed to be missing, so I hurriedly called Yu Nian to find Lao Meng quickly.

I returned along the same road, but I didn't see Lao Meng's figure at all.

I thought to myself, this flute can't go back to his dad to settle accounts, right?

Yu Nian chased after me and asked me what was going on, I told the two of us about seeing Lao Meng's father kill people, Yu Nian was not surprised at all when he heard it, but just asked me what Lao Meng's father did.

As I walked, I replied, "I am also in the antiques business, and I am friends with my dad." ”

Yu Nian suddenly fell into deep thought, and I noticed a change in her expression and asked, "What's wrong?" Do you think there's something wrong? ”

"Don't you think it's strange, first your father received a courier from Hangzhou and disappeared, then Teng Jianmin came to Hangzhou to participate in the exhibition, and then Lao Meng's father also came, and the relationship between these three people is just a partnership? Is the purpose of their coming to Hangzhou really what it seems on the surface? ”

Yu Nian's words woke me up, I had never thought about this before. Now that I think about it, it is indeed a bit strange that so many people are gathering towards this place in Hangzhou.

"But Lao Meng's father and my father have been friends for many years, if he knows where my father has gone, he shouldn't hide it from me."

Yu Nian's expression was unfathomable, and he only said, "People's hearts are separated from their stomachs, you still don't be too naïve." ”

I didn't have a temper at all when I was splashed with this basin of cold water, and at this moment, I received a text message on my mobile phone, and when I opened it, I saw that it was sent by Lao Meng.

Only one address was sent, and nothing was left for the rest.

Yu Nian glanced down and found that it was Lao Meng who had come over, knowing that the person had found it, he excused himself and had to leave first.

"Then why are you here for a while?" I asked knowingly.

"I, I happened to be passing by here, and I saw that someone was chasing someone whose pants were about to run away, and I was curious to go in and take a look."

"Ah, okay, okay, okay, I pretended to believe it."

Yu Nian was speechless, not knowing how to justify, and left with a red face.

I followed the navigation on the map and found the place where Lao Meng was located, and found that it was an old apartment building.

There is a sign on the exterior wall of the apartment building that reads Tianxiang Nursing Home. I can't help but draw question marks in my heart, Lao Meng is just working hard for a while, what are you going to do in a nursing home? Isn't it just his dad who came, but his grandfather too?

I stood at the door and called Lao Meng, and found that the prompt on the other end of the phone was not in the service area. I was extremely resistant to this voice, which I had heard hundreds of times since my dad disappeared.

At this moment, from the second floor of the apartment building, there was a sudden sound of glass falling on the ground.

The apartment building looks very old, tucked away behind a residential building, and the location is very secluded and inconspicuous.

I knocked on the door twice, and the sawdust and iron filings fell on my head, causing me to cough.

"Anyone? I'm looking for someone! ”

I slapped it twice, and there was still no one answering me. Is this weird? It is said that such an apartment building, no matter how broken it is, it will definitely leave people to fight, and there is no one.

I put my ear close to the door to hear if there was any movement inside. Sure enough, immediately after, there was a very clear sound of going up the stairs from inside.

"Anyone? Open the door. I tapped the door twice more, and the sound of walking inside suddenly disappeared. I suddenly realized that something seemed to be wrong, did something happen to Lao Meng?

I subconsciously stretched out my foot and just wanted to kick the door open, but my foot stopped when it reached the door. Lao Meng is also a soldier, one or two people can't beat him at all, but if there are many people inside, I can't stop it alone, and I still can't break in.

The door of this apartment is facing the alley, and you can see a high courtyard wall when you walk to the side. From outside the courtyard wall to the backyard of the apartment, I weighed it and decided to sneak in.

I picked up two rocks from the corner of the wall and stepped on them and scurried against them. But I didn't have the gene to climb the wall since I was a child, and I didn't even touch the edge of the wall, but I fell.

I noticed that the courtyard wall outside the apartment was repaired, which was not ordinarily high, this is not an anti-theft, and it is estimated that even birds can prevent it.

This nursing home is not a high-ranking monk of Shaolin Temple, is it so heavily guarded?

I walked several laps under the courtyard wall, but I couldn't find a good way to get there. I stood down with my waist crossed for a while, and just as I was about to give up, I saw a few bags of lime piled up in the corner.

What do you mean? What are they going to do? Could it be to build a wall?

I walked along the base of the wall with my waist bent, picking up the weeds along the way, and when I was almost at the end of the alley, I saw a hole!

The hole is close to the ground, and depending on the size, it can only fit a child of a few years old. The entrance to the cave is very regular, and it is impossible to see what caused it, but it is more like a dog hole, because adults can't get through it at all.

It may be that I had a dog before, and then the dog died before I had to fill the hole.

I was overjoyed and struggled to make the hole a little bigger.

After working on it for a long time, I finally managed to get a size that could let me pass.

At this time, it was getting dark, and I couldn't help but speed up my movements. Lying on the ground and squeezing forward, I finally squeezed in from the outside.

I felt like I was a thief, and my heart was pounding. Cautiously got up from the ground, patted the dirt on his body, and slipped to the back door.

Fortunately, it wasn't completely dark, and I could still see what was in the yard.

There are probably dozens of potted plants that are placed directly in the yard, and the visual inspection is that they have been put for a while, and some of them have died after being exposed to the sun and heavy rain, and most of them are hanging aside. There are also two deck chairs scattered in the middle of the courtyard, and there is a fan on the ground that only has a fan bone.

I felt more and more uneasy, and I always felt as if something had happened in this apartment.

But I don't see any signs of a fight in this courtyard, it doesn't look like it was a robbery or something. Since it is a nursing home, it means that all the people in it are elderly.

Who can get along with the old man so hard and chase him to the nursing home?

All the possibilities flashed in my mind in an instant, and I even thought of going out to call the police, but after thinking about it, I couldn't report it, in case the police came to find Lao Meng, and followed Lao Meng to touch his father's matter, then the consequences would be troublesome.

Besides, I'm not one who can go to the police station casually, and if I miss something, I can't eat and walk around.

Little by little, I rubbed in front of the door, for fear of making some noise to attract the attention of others. When I walked over, I realized that the back door was unlocked, and I opened it with a gentle push.

The back door is also wooden, and there is a slight creak when pushed open, which is particularly harsh on a quiet evening.

I tried to keep my back against the wall as tightly as possible to keep others from a chance to sneak up on me.

There was a sudden crunch on his feet, as if he had guessed something.

When I looked down, it was a broken mirror, and there was a mark on the wall the same size as the mirror, which looked like it had been hanging on the wall, but then someone had accidentally touched it and dropped it on the ground.

It was close to the door, probably because the man heard my footsteps and accidentally hung a vase on the windowsill as he was about to go out.

I turned on the flashlight of my phone and glanced at the ground, there were no footprints, indicating that this person has a very careful heart and can dispose of traces in such a short time.

After a general glance, I turned off the flashlight again and held the phone in my hand. Turning on a flashlight in such a dim situation is really eye-catching.

I was nervous, and my phone was a little tighter, thinking that if someone sneaked up on me, I would use it for defense, and it would be easier to hold something in my hand.

I walked up to the hall of the apartment, and the furnishings seemed to be nothing special. It is the furnishings on the first floor of an ordinary small hotel, and there is a counter facing the door, on which a landline and pen and paper are placed, as if it is set up for visitor registration.

There was a large pendulum clock on the ground, which was estimated to have been unmaintained for a long time, and the hour and minute hands had long been stopped in place.

I didn't see anyone until I got to the main hall, and I seemed to be relieved. Thinking that no one was the one who heard my footsteps and was gone, and that the house should be safe now.

I just got up a little and straightened my waist.

Although there is nothing missing in this house, it always feels a bit depressed. The lounge chairs in the hall were on the side, and a layer of dust could be seen on the table, as if it had been uninhabited for a long time.

What happened to such an apartment building? How did it come to this?

The room was quiet, so quiet that it was scary, and it felt hairy, like walking into a morgue, creepy.

Suddenly, there was the sound of beads falling to the ground upstairs. Whoa......

Just by listening to the sound, I could hear that it seemed to be rolling around, spreading out from the middle, and the sound became slower and slower, when, when, when...... It probably took a while for it to be completely quiet.

I swallowed and frothed, my feet frozen in place. I thought about whether to go up and have a look, and I thought about it a few times, and finally decided to go up and have a look.

I try to adjust the sound of my footsteps on the ground, but I can't help but make a creaking sound when I step on the stairs, and my heart hangs with each sound.

From the stairs there is a long hallway flanked by cubicles and a communal kitchen and bathroom. The second floor seemed to be a place to settle the old people, and even if there was no one, I could still vaguely smell the peculiar smell of the old people.

I had the courage to walk forward slowly, step by step, carefully looking at both sides from time to time. I'm afraid that someone will suddenly pop out of one room.